Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore?" Hearing this name, Godric was stunned for a moment: Salazar seemed to have mentioned this name. Yes, he introduced this person to him when talking about the headmaster of Hogwarts, saying that Dumbledore was a Gryffindor who had awakened his domain.

"It looks like you have heard of my name." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Godric had said only four sentences in his entire visit, revealing a great deal of information. His ability to keep his mouth shut was no less than Hagrid's.

First, he mentioned Salazar, which indirectly confirmed Dumbledore's inference, and Godric's attitude when mentioning Salazar was also quite ambiguous, which did not seem to match everyone's stereotype.

Now it seems that Gryffindor and Slytherin are not really enemies, and their relationship is a bit subtle.

Dumbledore couldn't help but think of someone, and then he shook his head hard to drive the figure of that person out of his mind.

Dumbledore was more interested in the fact that Godric knew him than in prying into the relationship between the two founders.

How did he know his name? Someone must have told him. Dumbledore had several bold guesses in his mind.

Dumbledore's words alerted Godric, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have revealed a lot of information.

Logically speaking, a dead man like him shouldn't know Dumbledore's name.

"Oh my god, is that my hat?" Godric changed the subject.

Dumbledore looked in the direction of Godric's finger and found that Godric's phantom had shifted his attention to the Sorting Hat on the shelf.

"Yes, we use the Sorting Hat you left behind to sort the new students—" Dumbledore immediately began to proudly introduce the Sorting Hat.

He desperately wanted the approval of the phantom before him.

Unlike the other three founders, this is the founder of Gryffindor House, and his recognition means a lot to Dumbledore.

But Godric interrupted Dumbledore directly.

"Why does this hat look dirty? Do you never wash it?"

Dumbledore:? ? ?

"Ah?" He didn't react for a moment.

Godric repeated his question again.

This question silenced Dumbledore.

"This hat has never been cleaned since I entered Hogwarts. It is in a much better condition now than before, because a brave professor cleaned it last year. But I have never cleaned it since then - it has not asked me to do such a thing."

Godric rolled his eyes: no owl would allow a human to bathe it. His hat must have tried every possible way to avoid being cleaned.

He suspected that at first a certain headmaster was just being lazy and was gradually led by the Sorting Hat to the point that the Sorting Hat could not be cleaned.

"There's nothing we can do. We're afraid we'll ruin it by washing it."

"It's impossible for a creation infused with the wisdom of the four of us to be damaged so easily. Feel free to wash it." Even Godric, who was known for his rough style, felt his scalp tingling when he thought about how the freshmen at Hogwarts had to go through the sorting ceremony wearing a hat that was never washed.

Dumbledore nodded and promised to clean the Sorting Hat on time.

"By the way, I guess you also know the secret of the Sorting Hat, right?" Godric suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly.

Dumbledore had already walked to the Sorting Hat. After hearing Godric's question, he was stunned for a moment, then picked up the Sorting Hat, reached into the hat with his other hand, and pulled out a shining silver sword.

"Well done!" Godric's face was full of joy.

Looking at Gryffindor who suddenly became happy, Dumbledore remembered an ancient legend: those who are recognized by the sword of Gryffindor will receive help from Gryffindor.

But does "help" only mean being able to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat? Even in the classical era, this would hardly have any effect, right?

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was born in Gryffindor, has been in charge of the Sword of Gryffindor for decades. However, he has rarely observed the Sword of Gryffindor carefully in recent years. In his understanding, the Sword of Gryffindor is just a long sword forged by goblins, which has certain magical effects and can absorb external magical power.

But when he picked up the sword again after mastering the domain, he had a new realization: Senior Godric had left a valuable treasure on this sword.

Dumbledore picked up the sword and swung it casually, and a flash of fire appeared on the blade.

The dancing flames startled the former headmasters on the portrait wall. When they opened their eyes, they saw Dumbledore walking up and down the office, muttering to himself.

The headmasters were in a panic: Is Albus Dumbledore crazy?

What they didn't know was that at this moment Dumbledore was conversing with the oldest being in the castle.

"This sword has many wonderful uses. You must develop it well." Godric looked at the sword in Dumbledore's hand with gentle eyes.

"Of course." Dumbledore held the sword in his hand and felt endless power pouring into his body.

With this sword, his domain will be more powerfully amplified, and even if the domain is not deployed, the flames coming out of the sword can have the effect of a mini domain.

This sword is a good thing, but it is a pity that only those who are proficient in the flow of magic can use it.

"You don't really need it." Godric said with a smile, "It is most suitable for those who have just touched the realm or the owner of the non-elemental realm."

In other words, Godric felt that with Dumbledore's strength, this sword could only serve as icing on the cake.

After hearing what the Gryffindor senior said, Dumbledore understood that the Sword of Gryffindor was the "foundation" that Godric left for Hogwarts.

If there were to be a talent gap at Hogwarts one day in the future, and there were no strong people with domain-level combat capabilities in the entire school, the headmaster of Hogwarts could still hold the sword of Gryffindor and deal with the real domain-level strong people for a while, so that the school would not be completely without domain-level combat power.

However, the subsequent decline of the entire wizarding world was something Gryffindor could not have predicted.

"We have lost a lot of valuable knowledge." Dumbledore was a little disappointed: If he could have been exposed to the knowledge of the field earlier, perhaps everything would be different?

"The knowledge was lost only because it failed to follow the general trend." Godric took the initiative to comfort Dumbledore. "When I was young, I heard an interesting rumor on my adventure. In the past, the overlords of the world were not humans, but dragons and other magical animals. But in the end, they gradually disappeared, and humans had an absolute upper hand. This is exactly the result of the general trend."

Dumbledore and Gryffindor fell silent at the same time, and the only sound in the entire office was the whispers in the headmaster's portrait.

"Is that a phoenix?" Godric's attention was attracted by the big red bird squatting on the sycamore branch behind the door to rest.

Dumbledore nodded and told Godric that it was his phoenix, Fawkes.

"Cool!" Godric was extremely happy to learn that Dumbledore not only possessed domains, could draw the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat, but also had a phoenix as a pet.

"Since you can take my sword out of the Sorting Hat, it means you are a true Gryffindor." Godric spoke to himself.

Dumbledore was a little confused by his senior's incoherent words, but he decided to listen patiently to Gryffindor finish his words.

"You have been recognized by the sword, Albus, and you are my heir." Gryffindor changed the subject and said seriously.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then agreed casually.

He had no idea what the word 'heir' meant, and he had thought it was no different than 'true Gryffindor'.

"It's a deal. When you meet other founders' heirs in the future, remember to reveal your identity!" Godric laughed heartily.

According to Godric's rules, the person who is recognized by the sword of Gryffindor is the heir of Gryffindor! As for when this rule was set, there is no need to delve into it. Anyway, Gryffindor believes that Salazar must know nothing about the way he chooses his heir.

With a hearty laugh, Godric's phantom disappeared.

Only one sentence was left, gradually fading away in the empty office.

[Albus, I beg you not to indulge in false illusions and memories. This will only do you harm. The Resurrection Stone cannot bring the dead back to the world. Return the ring to its owner. Carrying it with you will only bring you negative effects.]

Feeling the heat from Gryffindor dissipate, Dumbledore sighed.

He understood that what Gryffindor said was right, but not everyone had the courage to embrace what was right, even Gryffindor, who was known for their "bravery".

Pinching the black gem on the ring and holding it up to his eyes and staring at it for a long time, Dumbledore finally made up his mind and threw it on the desk.

After doing all this, Dumbledore relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He turned around, trying hard to resist the urge to look back at the Resurrection Stone Ring.

Dumbledore was unsure of himself against the urge to slip the ring on his finger the moment he saw it again.

"Fawkes, do me a favor." Dumbledore called the dozing Phoenix Fawkes. He asked Fawkes to return the Resurrection Stone Ring to Professor White's office.

Although Fawkes did not understand Dumbledore's intention, he still faithfully carried out his decision.

A red light flashed, and the Phoenix Fawkes disappeared along with the resurrection stone ring on the table.

Dumbledore inexplicably recalled the Christmas holidays three years ago.

Harry Potter, who had just entered school at that time, was wandering around the castle wearing his father's invisibility cloak, and eventually he found the Mirror of Erised by accident.

As expected, Harry was obsessed with the illusion created by the magic mirror. What did I tell him at that time?

【It is of no use to indulge in illusory dreams and forget about real life, remember that. Well, why not put on that wonderful invisible cloak and go back to sleep? 】

Why can't I just go back to bed and have a good sleep when it comes to me?

The more I live, the more I go back.

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly, and walked towards his bedroom. He didn't even know whether he should expect to see his sister in his dreams.

Helga and Les watched as a large golden-red bird flew in through the window and dropped a black gemstone ring on the ground.

"What a beautiful creature! The Dumbledore family lives up to its reputation." Helga looked at the Phoenix's departing back, her eyes full of envy - she also wanted to raise a phoenix!

"Perhaps only someone like Albus Dumbledore who can overcome his inner desires can gain the recognition of the Phoenix?" Les's body gradually appeared in the air.

"Are you saying that I can't overcome my inner desires?"

"Helga, isn't it time to fix up your office? It's not a good idea to leave it like this! Do you want me to help?"

……

Deep in the dark cave, bubbles were bubbling on the surface of a pool filled with an unknown liquid.

"There's no time." Taurus said coldly.

Two of his companions had never returned since they went out to look for Voldemort's body. He later followed the traces and was 90% sure that the two had been killed.

Although Taurus is often irritated by Gemini's remarks, they still have feelings for each other after working together for a long time. The resentment brought by the death of the two had nowhere to vent, and was eventually transferred to Voldemort.

This also made the relationship between him and Voldemort quite strained.

"The bones of my father, the flesh of my servants, the blood of my enemies..." A snake-like sound came from the depths of the pool.

"I've prepared everything for you." Taurus had long been so tired of hearing Voldemort's words that he had become tired of hearing them. After Voldemort gave him some key information, he successfully obtained the three things Voldemort needed to revive.

"Did you get that Potter's blood?" There was a hint of joy in Voldemort's voice.

"No. But luckily, you have enemies all over the place, so I didn't have to put in too much effort." Taurus shook his head.

Harry Potter is well protected, and it is difficult to obtain his blood, and it will alert the enemy. If Dumbledore is attracted, it will be troublesome.

"I need Potter's blood!" Voldemort was angry.

"You have no choice." Taurus was very tough and retorted directly.

Voldemort:...

Voldemort was a smart man. He understood that one has to bow his head under the eaves, and he also knew that he was not currently liked by the monks of the secret order, so after hesitating for a moment, he surrendered.

Voldemort didn't necessarily want Harry Potter's blood. The reason he was obsessed with Harry's blood was to redeem the dignity he lost when he failed.

For him, defeating and killing Potter in front of many followers was extremely important and was the first step to re-establishing his prestige.

But now he is under the command of the Secret Order, and his followers have long since scattered, so this persistence seems unnecessary.

"Ok."

In the end, Voldemort accepted the raw materials provided by Taurus.

The resurrection ceremony began.

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