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At this moment, Grindelwald became alert, his right hand drooped on the table, and he began to exert force unconsciously.

Seems to be ready.

And Dumbledore seemed to know what Grindelwald was thinking.

Without any precautions, he picked up the coffee on the table again and took a deep sip of the rich and sweet aroma.

He put it down again and said with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, Gettler, I am not teaming up with Lockhart."

"My leaving Hogwarts has something to do with one person."

"No, it's a portrait, or a ghost, to be exact."

"You should have heard of him, the founder of Slytherin House..."

"Salazar Slytherin!"

Chapter 528 Dumbledore, do you want to resurrect your sister?

Three months ago, Hogwarts, the headmaster's office.

At this time, Lockhart had just left Hogwarts and Kamar-Taj had not yet been built.

The little wizards went on holiday and returned to their families.

In the entire Hogwarts, apart from some house-elves, there were only Dumbledore and Hagrid.

The other professors, as well as Vice-Principal McGonagall, took advantage of the holidays to return to their homes or travel.

Dumbledore had long regarded the school as his home and would basically live in the school during every annual holiday.

He hasn't been back to his own home for a long, long time.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to go home, but every time he goes home he thinks of some sad things.

This is especially true for Hagrid, whose original home had long disappeared, and Hogwarts was his only home.

He had long been accustomed to looking after those little cuties, those magical creatures, in the wooden house next to the forbidden forest.

Hogwarts always seems quiet during every holiday.

And Dumbledore also stayed in the headmaster's office as usual.

As for other chores and hygiene, they were naturally left to the house-elves.

Of course, occasionally McGonagall or other professors would stay in Hogwarts for a few more days.

At this moment, inside the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat at the table, opened a book with a dark blue cover, and read it carefully.

This is the research experience related to meditation given by Lockhart.

As the future of the wizarding world, Dumbledore would naturally conduct research as well.

While he was researching, the images of past principals hanging on the wall of the principal's office began to move slowly.

As if something magical was attracting them, they all walked out of their photo frames and headed towards the outside of the principal's office.

The whole process seemed to be silent, and everyone left quietly and consciously.

This scene is really weird.

It is normal that the people in the magic portrait move without sound.

But they can make their voices heard - if they want to.

It can be said that if any of their portraits wanted to speak, Dumbledore would notice the abnormality at the moment.

But now, it was a little strangely quiet.

Even Headmaster Black, who usually cursed at Dumbledore, was unusually quiet.

Soon, every principal in the magic portrait left quietly, leaving only a blank page or a simple landscape painting.

At this time, Dumbledore still focused on the research notes in front of him.

Then.....

The figure of a wizard quietly emerged in the blank magic portrait.

He had a gloomy face and was tall and thin. He had a brown wooden wand on his waist and several black basilisks were outlined on his dark green wizard robe.

On his chest, there was a medal with the Slytherin House printed on it.

It seems to indicate that his identity is related to Slytherin.

In fact, he is the founder of Hogwarts and the creator of Slytherin House....

Salazar Slytherin!

The scene just now was him using his remaining authority to influence the actions of the magic images.

After all, the people are dead, they are just some magical avatars.

"Albus Dumbledore." A calm voice came from behind.

Dumbledore stiffened slightly, but then relaxed.

He closed the meditation research paper in front of him, slowly turned around and stared at the magic image opposite him.

"Salazar Slytherin?"

Dumbledore pronounced the name hesitantly.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, how could he not know the image of the school's founder.

"Yes, it's me." Salazar Slytherin nodded and said, "This time I came specifically to see you."

"I have a question I've always wanted to ask you. Many people praise you as the greatest white wizard in the world."

"I don't know, what is Dumbledore's standard for judging dark magic and white magic?"

Salazar didn't say hello, exchange pleasantries, or explain why he was here.

Instead, he posed a question to Dumbledore.

After hearing this, Dumbledore did not ask Slytherin why he was here, but instead began to think about this question.

It seems that he trusts Salazar Slytherin's true identity very much, or is generally sure of it.

Soon, he spoke his answer: "When magic can arouse people's evil thoughts, it is enough to be classified as black magic."

"And when magic arouses good thoughts in people, or at least prevents evil thoughts from arising, then it can at least be called white magic."

Dumbledore's criteria for judging evil intentions and good intentions.

Slytherin didn't confirm, but he didn't deny it either.

In other words, everyone may have different opinions on the answer to this question.

He just wanted to hear Dumbledore's point of view and then judge his values ​​and sense of right and wrong.

"Dumbledore, Helga might like your answer more." Slytherin said slowly.

"I am also very happy to be recognized by Ms. Hufflepuff." Dumbledore seemed to accept this statement with joy.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore began to enter the theme.

"Mr. Slytherin, I wonder where the portraits of the other headmasters are?"

"What do you want from me?"

And Slytherin waved his hand, then... jumped.

A transparent phantom appeared quietly and floated towards Dumbledore like a ghost.

This filled Dumbledore with surprise.

For thousands of years till now, portraits are portraits and ghosts are ghosts, and the two are completely different.

It has to be said that the characteristics of the times have somewhat overturned his cognition.

But for some reason, Dumbledore was only slightly surprised by the once most powerful dark wizard in the world.

At this moment, Slytherin once again felt the flow of magic and the movement of air.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

However, he still came back to his senses and said in a deep voice: "First of all, I have learned some information about you through some channels, Dumbledore."

"I have to say you are a good principal."

"However, there is one thing I think needs to be made clear."

"This Hogwarts was originally provided by me to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw."

After hearing this, Dumbledore nodded without any surprise to show that he understood.

And Slater Linze continued: "Of course, this matter is not important now."

"I see that you have basically gained all the authority of the headmaster, and have also entered the Heritage Library."

"You did a great job on this."

For Slytherin's reminder and praise, Dumbledore nodded with a smile and didn't say much.

He pretended to listen, as if waiting for Slytherin to give the answer he wanted to hear.

"Dumbledore, I have been asked by a wizard to make a deal with you."

"It won't violate your principles and won't cause any bad influence."

“You just have to do one thing at the right time.”

"Then, the other party said that they can give you a chance to revive your sister Ariana."

Chapter 529 On the Best Winner of the World Peace Prize

Does the world have dreams?

It can be there or not.

However, in the eyes of Lockhart, who controls the dream dimension, the dream world is real and can be seen with the naked eye and touched with the hand.

Its dream is the dream of all living things in the world.

There are ordinary people, wizards, magical animals, and even some very weak plants.

Anything in the world, as long as it has consciousness, even if it is only slightly conscious, its desires, its thoughts, and its ideas are the source of shaping the dream of the world.

It is not so much a dream of the world.

It is better to say that it is the subconscious ocean of all life in the world.

All good thoughts, evil thoughts, various desires, ideas, and obsessions are all gathered here, providing a source of vitality for the entire world.

While influencing the development of the world, it is also influenced by the development of the world.

At this moment, in the colorful dream world that seemed to be changing all the time, a large deep purple ship was sailing steadily into this magnificent dream ocean.

The colors of the ocean are very complex, and each color exudes strong energy fluctuations and a variety of emotions.

The fiery red, the sad light green, the noble purple-gold, and even the desperate dark color were all mixed together.

Although mixed, the main color at this moment can be roughly identified as a dark red, at least the dark red is more abundant and more conspicuous.

It is difficult to accurately describe this space in words.

Sometimes it is like the ocean, with winged flying fish and huge sea beasts emerging from it from time to time and then disappearing.

Sometimes it looks like land, with huge plants rising one after another, winged tigers, nine-headed lions, and other strange and ferocious beasts leaping back and forth on the plants, hunting.

Here, things are changing all the time.

It seems like time is passing slowly, yet quickly.

The colorful land, which might have been solidified, suddenly became as turbulent as the sea in the blink of an eye.

What was originally just a finger-sized blade of grass on the ground suddenly turned into a towering giant tree, and then stretched out countless branches like a hunter, hunting nearby animals.

Swallow, digest, and grow further.

But the originally powerful behemoth may suddenly turn from a behemoth into a tiny flying insect, from a hunter into prey, and fly away as if running for its life.

It seems that everything is changing here.