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Chapter 31 Intelligence Nuclear Bomb
Du Mu thought about it. If it were in another world, it would be difficult for him to explain this to others. But in the magic world, prophecy is not something that is out of reach, it is just not very stable.

Therefore, even if he revealed what he knew about the future, he could just use special magic to get around it without any further explanation.

"It's just fortune-telling, a kind of Eastern prophecy magic." Du Mu said casually.

Fortune telling?
Dumbledore realized that as the topic unfolded, they had more and more to talk about.

So he extended an invitation: "This is not a place to talk. Would you two gentlemen like to come to my school and sit down?"

Harry turned his head to look at Du Mu. It was obvious that everything revolved around Du Mu.

Du Mu turned around and went back into the house, and soon pulled out a one-armed, skinny man with a gloomy face.

After Du Mu and Harry left, Lei Xiaogu immediately unplugged the Dursleys' phone and tried to contact the League of Assassins.

It’s a pity that there was no response in the channel I set up myself.

After asking those two poor guys, I learned that it was actually 1991, and the well-known cities such as Gotham, Star City, and Metropolis did not exist in the world.

However, cities like London, Moscow, and Tokyo have not changed...it seems that the United States is the only country in the world that is very different.

It seems that this is a parallel world with quite different differences.

So Lei Xiaogu gave up the idea of ​​escaping, but still tried his best to collect some sharp metals as weapons in the kitchen, bathroom and other places, took away useful medicines in the first aid kit, and removed the chip in the toaster.

Just when he was about to use bleach and ammonia-containing cleaners to make toxic gas, Du Mu slapped all the odds and ends hidden on Lei Xiaogu's body to the ground, and then carried him out.

Du Mu thought to himself that you are really a thief who never leaves empty-handed.

Dumbledore looked at Lei Xiaogu and couldn't help frowning.

He could sense a sense of decay from this man...but he couldn't tell where it came from.

Du Mu said to Dumbledore, "I'm sorry, this is my prisoner. I have no place to keep him, so I have to take him with me. Can you take him to Hogwarts with you?"

Dumbledore smiled upon hearing this and said, "Of course, please come closer to me."

He changed his opinion of Du Mu, a man who would rather detain prisoners than kill them directly. Such a person may not be very kind, but no matter how evil he is, he will not be that evil.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the prisoner is really a criminal, and not an innocent person who was captured at random.

But Dumbledore could tell from the eyes of this cold and hard man with gray hair... that he was the most cold-blooded and indifferent to life among the four.

The look in his eyes was just like Voldemort's later appearance... but with less madness and hatred, and more indifference.

So he decided to believe Du Mu's one-sided story for the time being.

Dumbledore looked at the three people who came over and suddenly said to Du Mu, "Oh, I almost forgot. Please cancel the magic that is covering you. Otherwise, the Apparition may go wrong. It would be fine if it doesn't take you away at all, but if it only takes part of you away, it will be a big trouble."

Du Mu thought about it and slowly withdrew the magic power that enveloped his whole body.

Since Dumbledore didn't cast a spell as soon as they met, he was willing to give up some of his trust.

Seeing Du Mu's risky behavior, Dumbledore nodded to him and said, "Thank you for your trust, sir."

"Now." Dumbledore took out his wand from his bosom and said to Harry gently, "Please hold my robe, or my hand."

If Harry were alone, Dumbledore would be able to cast spells silently without the need for a wand.

But it was still somewhat difficult to teleport three people at once. To be on the safe side, he stopped showing off his skills and continued to cast the spell normally.

Lei Xiaogu frowned. Before he could react, he heard the bearded old man in front of him say, "Apparition."

In an instant, it was as if he had walked from the martial arts gym to the Dursleys' home, and the whole world had changed dramatically again.

The originally quiet suburbs were suddenly replaced by a study room with warm tones.

It was a large, beautiful, circular room, filled with rustling sounds, and thin-legged tables filled with all sorts of objects, and it looked a little...lively.

However, what shocked Lei Xiaogu the most were the paintings on the wall.

In those paintings, some people were snoring and sleeping, some were picking their noses, and they quickly put down their hands when they saw someone coming, and some raised their hands to greet the three people.

Lei Xiaogu was very confident in his eyesight. These paintings were definitely not electronic screens or projections. The paint on them was actually moving naturally.

"Welcome to my office, Harry, and..."

Dumbledore looked at Du Mu, and Du Mu realized that he had forgotten to introduce himself because he knew everyone present. "My name is Du Mu." When talking to foreigners, there is no need to mention any names.

"Doom? What a strange name..." It was the first time that Dumbledore heard such an ominous name.

Doom represents death, destruction, disaster, and misfortune.

You know, even 'Voldemort' has the meaning of 'escaping death'. It was Voldemort's own behavior that made his name a synonym for terror.

Du Mu discovered that Dumbledore had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to explain the Chinese-English translation problem. Anyway, he had read many works called Doom in his previous life, so there was no need to correct it since the pronunciation was consistent.

As for Lei Xiaogu, he neither introduced himself nor did Du Mu introduce him.

Seeing this, Dumbledore did not ask any more questions. After all, Lei Xiaogu was just Du Mu's personal prisoner and was not important.

"Back to business."

Du Mu looked at Dumbledore and said simply, "Actually, I brought Harry back just to let him say goodbye to the past."

Dumbledore frowned. He didn't like that.

Everyone has a past, and hating one's past is like hating a part of oneself. This is very unhealthy in Dumbledore's opinion.

Just like Voldemort... He hated his own origins and the name Tom Marvolo Riddle, so he gave himself a new name, cut off the past, and became himself.

Dumbledore was genuinely afraid that Harry would follow in Voldemort's footsteps.

What's more, although Harry didn't have a good life with the Dursleys, his past was not just that.

And James and Lily...

He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Du Mu.

"This farewell is not just for the Dursleys..."

"And the fate that Voldemort inflicted on Harry."

"So, to help Harry."

Du Mu looked at Harry, touched his head, and smiled: "I want to kill Voldemort."

Dumbledore was stunned.

In the surrounding oil paintings, the figures of past principals were looking at each other and couldn't help whispering to each other.

Yes.

Harry's past includes not only the love of James and Lily... but also the hatred of Voldemort.

The reason why Lily's love can become magic and work on Harry is actually to block Voldemort's hatred.

Once Voldemort died, Lily's magic would naturally have completed its mission, and it would also be a farewell.

Therefore, Dumbledore found it difficult to refute Du Mu's words, and even felt a hint of approval deep in his heart.

pity.

Dumbledore shook his head: "You have a point...but Voldemort is not so easy to kill."

Du Mu smiled and threw out an intelligence nuclear bomb that made Dumbledore tremble all over.

"Isn't it just six Horcruxes? I know what they are."

"what?"

Not only Dumbledore, but also the surrounding paintings were filled with unbelievable "Huh?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened, his mouth gaping in disbelief.

He didn't even know how many Horcruxes Voldemort had, but this guy actually knew what each Horcrux was?
Fortune telling, calculating other people's fate...

The more Dumbledore pondered over the simple combination of the word fortune-telling, the more frightened he became.

(End of this chapter)