Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 335 Another Truth

After the translucent shock wave that contained magical power swept over, everything in the theater began to change completely, except for the singing that was still echoing.

The hollow-cheeked, bony, wrinkled Muggles stood up and turned their hollow eye sockets to stare at them.

All the Muggle heads turned 180 degrees straight like that.

Everything in the theater began to appear dry and deserted amidst the singing, shock waves, and unstable magic attacks.

The ground is even like a desert, except that the pebbles and sand in the sand sea are like some kind of mites, floating up and down, shaking translucent fine hairs.

Everything on the ground is slowly turning into this state, they flow, they float... They are changed by the singing, spreading and swallowing forward, changing everything around them.

Very penetrating!

Muggles are alienated into monsters, like wild beasts, their limbs are on the ground, their bodies are twisted and blended,

Gradually, their bodies began to look completely inhuman... Bone spurs protruded from the sandpaper-grained dry skin, like some kind of cactus plant.

These monsters gathered together, crowded together, and rushed towards Dumbledore, the place where Barty Cratch I disappeared like a torrent.

During this process, their bodies blended together, randomly combined like some kind of sand grains, and fell randomly...

Some heads were directly split open, and the dry brain inside seemed to be boiling, with some kind of unknown solution flowing, no...it looked like some gray-black strong lava could flow after cooling.

Some tentacles made of sand protruded from the two empty eye sockets, and the hexagonal eyeballs were densely arranged on the top... flickering.

The female singer in the stands had a stomach that was constantly inflating like a balloon, and her body was like a watermelon-sized head dragging a car in front of her. (The head is the only normal place that has not changed, but the beautiful appearance, coupled with the weird body, is even more terrifying)
This monster was still engulfing the bodies of other Muggles around it,... seven or eight long arms and legs of different thicknesses protruded from the round and bloated belly, and it moved quickly and rushed towards it.

There are even arms hanging under the stomach, bones, and even the spine pulling half of the head.

She...or thousands of hideous and terrifying faces emerged from its 'belly',...all opening their mouths to make that weird singing sound.

And it wasn't just the Muggles... all the floors in the theatre, the tables and chairs, the decorations, the lights... had all been turned into some kind of dry, withered weird thing.

The electric lights are covered with compound eyes of insects... densely packed, flickering with strange lights wantonly.

Scales of different sizes emerged on the wall, resembling fish, snakes, or some kind of amphibian swimming.

Many tentacles rushed straight up from the sandy ground, twisting and flapping among the monsters.

Everything... came alive!

If you want to describe it, it is: complete chaos... beyond the comprehension of humans, even wizards...

That twisted, wanton, vicious combination and deformation...

All... can't describe one or two in words and words.

All this in front of them... like Nuo Hell and the abyss unabashedly unfolding in front of people's eyes.

McGuffin heard Harry retching on the ground.

The look on Snape's face also showed that he couldn't believe it at all.

Professor Lupine even forgot that he was in the memory. He almost took out his wand and cast a spell directly in front of him.

At this time, the whole theater (if it can be called a theater now) began to echo the voice of (young version) Dumbledore casting a spell.

For a while, it actually overshadowed that weird singing voice. (This kind of scene... made that singing voice completely turn into the sound of hell in the hearts of McGuffin and the others)
Charms sound like Old Latin with some Eastern European accents.

MacGuffin couldn't make out the language at all.

It wasn't just him, McGuffin looked up at Snape and Lupine, who also looked suspicious, and didn't seem to know what the spell was.

Younger Dumbledore swung his Elder Wand, his massive magical power flowing around.

Even MacGuffin and the others can feel the oppression brought by that magic power through a layer of memory.

Unlike the distortion contained in that song...

This magic makes McGuffin feel extremely small.

And the magic that surged in the theater, the magic mixed in those Muggles... was palpitating, making McGuffin feel as if he was on a dinner plate, like food waiting to be eaten (shuddering all over).

— that felt completely different.

Finally, just before the 'Muggles' were about to charge (some Aurors in front of him waved their wands to block the monsters from rushing), Dumbledore finally completed the spell, his wand made the sound of a plane starting to roar, and then shot a black ball with three chains swimming on it, spinning around like a halo.

Then, a crack opened in the ball, and a strong suction came from it... The monsters in the whole theater began to be sucked into it little by little.

Especially the monster that the female Muggle turned into, struggling and twisting... twitching...

The only head that has not changed rests on the bloated body, screaming very unwillingly, but is still pulled by the invisible gravity, tearing the body apart and disappearing into this world little by little...

"Okay, that's it! I think it's almost there."

said the white-haired Dumbledore next to the MacGuffin.

He waved his wand, and a few seconds later, they crossed the circle of fire again, flew lightly in the darkness, twirled, and finally landed steadily in the real principal's office.

"Sit down!"

Dumbledore summoned several chairs and moved them around.

Thank goodness...that's exactly what they need.

It doesn't matter what other people do anyway.

McGuffin's legs were shaking...they were so soft that they couldn't stand still.

A moment of silence.

The memory process just now is being portrayed in several people's minds one after another, and no one has a good face.

Harry was still retching from time to time.

Dumbledore slowly and patiently redifferentiated the memory in the Pensieve, guiding it into the three retorts again.

Silvery white mist flowed in it, lingering and swirling.

He put it away and returned to his seat.

Snape said in a low, hoarse voice (much higher than usual, as if he was afraid that Dumbledore would not hear him): "I remember that the Dark Lord hadn't appeared yet, and Grindelwald had just been captured by you for a few years... In the West End of London, England, there was a terrorist attack by dark wizards in a Muggle theater."

"It is said that this is the first incident confirmed by the Ministry of Magic since then... It is a dark witchcraft terrorist attack that was completely targeted by dark wizards to attack and kill Muggles on a large scale, in order to destroy the stability of the two worlds, and completely expose the magical world to the Muggle society."

"In the Muggle society at that time, it was also widely reported-hundreds of Muggles were killed by a terrorist group with some kind of poison gas in the theater..."

"During that incident, Barty Cratch was killed, and many Aurors retired with memory damage... Hundreds of Muggle casualties and few survived!"

"It's hard to say whether the Dark Lord who will rise in the future has found inspiration from this."

"Is this what I saw just now? But there is no such thing as you in the news at that time and in the records of events since then...Albus!"

Snape asked Dumbledore very strongly.

McGuffin, Lupine, and Harry also stared into Dumbledore's eyes... hoping to find an answer.

What does it mean that he asked several people to watch this memory!
"Oh, at that time...after discussing with the then Minister of Magic, I still decided to hide my existence...in order to cover up this matter better!" said Dumbledore.

"Sir! I don't understand...why keep this incident under wraps!" Harry asked.

"Harry, you need to understand the atmosphere in the wizarding world at that time... Grindelwald has just been imprisoned, and there are still many wizards following him. This incident can completely ferment into another new wizarding world war..."

Dumbledore said, "Besides, I still haven't fully figured out what happened at that time until now? Why did that female Muggle break through the magical boundaries that most wizards cannot break through, and even aroused the magic power in the Muggle...almost everything in the theater was transformed maliciously."

"You can feel it too! That kind of magic power without order... That kind of magic flame that contains intense emotions..."

"It's completely different from all the magic we know now. It's more like the witchcraft in ancient legends...even compared to the magic of Fiendfyre Curse...the chance is nothing."

"And...McGuffin, don't you think that scene is somewhat similar to what happened to you?"

——Actually, Dumbledore doesn't need to mention it.

McGuffin thought of the weird things about him, especially the things related to this magic wand... those magic fires that were aroused, that weird world, and the strange Thestrals burning with black magic flames.

He stared up at the blue pupils hidden under the half-moon glasses, trying to see something.

It's a pity that the wrinkled face with the silver beard is still the same as usual, with the very annoying, inscrutable smile.

Can't see anything at all.

The three people in front of them looked at McGuffin and saw that he did not answer.

Professor Lupine said: "This is indeed a bit similar to the McGuffin, but the most incredible thing is...Professor Dumbledore, does everyone...including Muggles have magic power?"

"And the female singer's singing... actually attracted everyone's magic power to gather, and it got out of control to cause that kind of magic."

"You think as I do, Remus!" Dumbledore replied.

"But professor... well, that's out of the ordinary, everyone I know says magic is..." interrupted Harry.

"...It's a talent unique to wizards!" Snape said.

"No,...magic is not a talent that belongs only to a few people. For a long time, the Ministry of Magic, or even every headmaster of Hogwarts, has known that anyone can awaken the talent of wizards. Otherwise, what is the matter of those hidden silences...A large part of them are actually caused by older children who cannot control magic power and believe in magic, which leads to everything getting out of control."

"Albus!" Snape frowned, still in disbelief.

"Listen to me, as I said before I started my journey...you have to open your eyes and don't believe what you pre-believe, even if it's unbelievable, it really happened decades ago, it's something that I experienced firsthand."

"We're just like most people ignoring things that we take for granted ... it's pretty common."

"If you search or collect in the Muggle world... you can find the so-called miracles that happened to Muggles: jumping out of a plane tens of thousands of feet without being injured; unlucky people who were struck by lightning several times in a row, but were not injured; some mothers were able to lift a car to save their children in an emergency; firefighters were able to rush into the fire to rescue others without being burned; during an earthquake, someone ran down dozens of floors in just one or two minutes..."

"Even after this incident, I went to the Muggle theater many times to find similar examples...Although I didn't find it, I found that if an extremely skilled singer is singing, he can indeed arouse the magic power in the theater...to arouse the weak magic power of the Muggle who is completely obsessed with singing..."

"Some of the most outstanding artists in the Muggle world can also attach a small amount of magic power to their works, and even over time, after being watched by many masters, they can turn their works into some kind of low-magic magic items..."

"Of course, this is very similar to the previous one. When the incident is over, the magic power emerging from the Muggles disappears, completely gone."

"All of this is telling us...that the common sense in the wizarding world that wizards are so special is a mistake! We just tend to believe the 'truth' that feels best to us."

"Of course...until we really get a repeatable method to activate the magic power of Muggles...all this can only be an old man's crazy words! Harry, MacGuffin..."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Professor!" Harry exclaimed, he understood a little bit, thinking of that gorilla-like guy in Dudley, he might also become a wizard.

Harry felt very uncomfortable.

One can imagine those pure-blood wizards, especially those of the Malfoy family in Slytherin...they would not believe such a theory at all.

"Actually, these 'truths' don't disturb me. What really worries me is the fact that the wizarding community is unfriendly to Muggles, cruel, selfish, proud of their own blood, and fabricating rumors about holy pure blood."

"Time is playing tricks on us again." After sighing, Dumbledore pointed to the dark sky outside the window and said, "However, before we part, I would like to ask Harry and McGuffin to pay attention to some things in the three memories we saw just now... Some of them are closely related to each other, and that is what I really want to tell you."

"First of all, you must have noticed it! Magic is a craft that progresses rapidly and requires a lot of practice...Of course due to personal talent, hard work, and enthusiasm...Some wizards will turn it into an art."

"As long as you work hard... most magic can be mastered with some practice!"

Harry nodded.

"Even if it is magic from a foreign country, as long as you can try to communicate the magic power again and again... Based on all the memories and experiences in your mind, guess and create similar magic."

"Of course, in the modern magic environment, most of us use simple, relatively direct magic."

(End of this chapter)