"I think I have an understanding of what happened. You can go back first..." Dumbledore rubbed his temples seemingly tiredly, and then blinked at everyone, "The final exam is coming soon~

…”

Karl nodded, pulled Niyali beside him and walked towards the door. Harry and Ron thought for a while and felt that they didn't have anything to worry about at the moment, so they followed them.

"What about me? What should I do if they are all gone? I am a magic master! I will definitely thank you well when I get my memory back!"

Lockhart looked around and saw that he was the only one left in the principal's office besides his master, Dumbledore.

Neither sitting nor standing. At the same time, he thought to himself, the story Karl and Nayali just told was a good one, and it must be written by a wide audience.

Sure enough, even if Lockhart lost his memory, some instincts engraved in his bones could not be forgotten...

"Professor Lockhart, I have informed the Ministry of Magic about the whole matter. I believe their investigators will arrive tomorrow at the latest.

And before that, I believe Madam Pomfrey from our school hospital will take good care of you. Her attitude towards patients has always been very tolerant~..."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and glanced at him with disgust, and said lightly.

Lockhart's greed for power led to several serious attacks in Hogwarts, causing several junior wizards to be drained of their life force and are still lying in hospital beds.

For such a bastard, Dumbledore would naturally have no idea of ​​saving him. Gilderoy's surname is Lockhart, not Hagrid~, and he still needs Lockhart to come in and replace Hagrid...

As for the other party's fate, according to Fudge's thinking, Dumbledore already had a rough guess. The Ministry of Magic has once again wronged a good person. Fudge may not be able to sit still at this moment. All the hats, whether they are true or not, must be

It will all be blamed on Lockhart. But what does this have to do with him, Dumbledore?

The continuous attacks some time ago and the roaring letters sent by parents almost blew up his office. He needed a public opinion to reaffirm the credibility of the Ministry of Magic.

Think about it, a third-level medal holder of the Order of Merlin, a famous adventurer, and a best-selling author... would actually be confused by the evil magic items left by the Dark Lord. Isn't this a big melon? Even Avada can't chew it off.

That kind of big melon~...

After sending Lockhart away at will, Dumbledore looked at the two destroyed Horcruxes on the table. He kept tapping the table with his index finger rhythmically, and at the same time pressed the Elder Wand against his temple, wisps of silver

The white memory was copied and extracted.

What happened today was really beyond his expectation. He never thought that Carl and Harry would encounter the God of Death. This god who was always known for being petty in myths and legends actually mercifully let them go.

horse.

"In addition to Karl's mysterious but normal dimensional power, does this power~... come from his sister Nayali?"

Dumbledore gently placed his hand on the diary with a big hole in the middle. A deep darkness and... a slightly crazy feeling spread through his fingers to the depths of his brain~...

Yes! That's right! It's crazy! This is Dumbledore's most intuitive feeling about this power. Even Voldemort's magic is not as dark as this power~...

According to his investigation, the orphanage where Carl and Tom were born together never had a little girl named Naiyali, and this is very interesting~...

"The power of dimension~, didn't the ancient elves control the power of nature and the power of elements? How could the power of dimension appear?

Maybe that page handed down from the era of the Big Four can tell me the answer~ It seems that the one who calls himself Prey Isis controls the power of the same dimension as him..."

Dumbledore kept mumbling and got up and walked to the bookshelf. A magic book on the top shelf slowly fell down and was held by the strong headmaster.

He opened the book directly, and a roll of yellowed ancient parchment appeared in front of him.

"Even if you laugh at me for being the most stubborn lunatic, I don't mind at all.

Just seeing how you live peacefully in ordinary life and live with gratitude every day makes me feel very happy.

After all, that terrifying existence,

The existence that can only survive by sacrificing the lives of believers,

You shouldn't be informed.

Simple and ignorant happiness, spending your life without knowing anything, is the ordinary life you should enjoy.

There was absolutely no way I could admit that distorted reality, even though it was my lifelong study.

Or fall to the bottom of hell,

Or the broken sky that comes to the other side of the dimension.

Between wasted reality and distorted truth,

I can only continue walking with her until the end of time and space~... - Prey Isis』

After Lockhart left, Dumbledore was the only one left in the empty office, when suddenly there was a sound.

"Dimension... Dimension~, a dependent from an unknown different dimension? What kind of contract is it?

Could it be that the little wizards who have inherited this power have madness engraved in their bones? This is much more terrifying than the erosion of the soul by the three unforgivable curses and those black magic. If you are not careful, you will become a madman and fall into eternal madness.

All of them are blessed by Merlin.

After signing a contract with a strange existence from an unknown dimension, it’s hard to believe that his mental state is so good..."

"Albus, you have met an incredible student~..."

On the wall behind Dumbledore's chair, a skinny-looking old man was chattering away in a picture frame, expressing his opinions. He had listened to the whole conversation word for word.

"I admire his ambition and thirst for power, as well as his most noble bloodline! He was supposed to be the best Slytherin since the opening of Hogwarts! This shabby hat must have been crazy.

, actually assigned him to an academy full of nerds!"

In another portrait, a middle-aged wizard dressed in a dark wizard's costume with a sinister expression spoke to Carl with great admiration, and the look of disgust towards the Sorting Hat on his face almost spilled out of the frame.

"No, no, no! I am the Sorting Hat who never makes mistakes! He should go to Ravenclaw! Look at the final diary of the guy named Prey Isis!

Exploring endless dimensions in the wasted reality and twisted truth, if Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw was still here, she would definitely take him as her student!"

After hearing these words, the hat on the bookshelf that had been neatly trimmed by Naiyali suddenly stopped drying. It jumped three feet high from the bookshelf to the desk, grinning unwillingly.
Chapter completed!