Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Snake Have?

“There’s nothing we can’t change.

Evans' voice deepened:

"This is our world, and no matter what we try to do, it won't change that, Dumbledore."

"My friends, our world is declining and dying, and we are running out of time."

"We have no retreat, Dumbledore."

"No, I don't think you have no way out, Ace."

Dumbledore stood up and looked at the sky outside the window. There were thick clouds and thunder, as if a disaster was about to come.

"I have heard your story, Evans. You were imprisoned in Gringotts for hundreds of years, and you were even close to being executed. I believe that you must hate those judges and those who The dark wizard who oppressed you?"

Old Dumbledore turned to Evans and said:

"You don't mind killing them all, do you?"

"What do you think?!"

Stuart Evans gave a shrill cry:

"I hate them! I have long been tired of this cruel society. My monthly salary is only 10 pfennigs. These idiots can't even afford basic daily expenses. How dare they deprive me of my wealth!"

"All my property was donated to Hogwarts! Why should they take away my money?"

“It’s not just the money!”

Dumbledore shook his head:

"You have other sources of income, don't you? Stuart, you have school subsidies and your annual salary is quite high. Although this money is not enough to pay for your childcare and medical expenses, it is not necessary. of."

"Your children, they need a better living environment."

"No, those idiots don't deserve it!"

Evans screamed:

"They have no talent for learning magic!"

"Not always."

Dumbledore raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"Evans, one of my students is a woman named Professor McGonagall. She was once a senior professor at Durmstrang. She once developed a potion in an experiment that could enhance the effectiveness of magic and potions. The potion gave her child magical power, but it deprived her child of the possibility of becoming a wizard."

"That failed potion will damage the children's fragile internal organs and destroy their souls, just like those who are forced to eat devil fruits. They are destined to never master the power of wizards."

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"But your ending is different, Evans. You already have the skills to control the power of blood. You can give children the power of wizards."

"But I guess that would be painful, Evans, that's not your child, is it?"

The old wizard squinted his eyes and stared at the basilisk in front of him.

He asked:

"You don't want to give up your original plan. You want your children to continue to be monsters, right?"

"Shut up!"

Stuart waved his arms violently, like a frantic python:

"You know what I want to do, Dumbledore, we want to destroy Azeroth, we want to create a new world.

"You know what? Dumbledore?"

Its tone suddenly dropped:

"When I decided to attack Nurmengard Castle, when I decided to slaughter Lockhart and destroy Kama Taj, I anticipated today..."

"I know you will stop me, Dumbledore, and if you help, there may be a chance."