Chapter 563 The Non-Existent Death Eaters

"Demon King? Then I must be the cutest one."

Elena raised her eyebrows, but did not deny what Dumbledore called her. Instead, she thought about it seriously and said in an extremely determined tone. There was no sign of panic or shyness on her delicate little face.

Glancing at Dumbledore, who looked solemn, Elena walked briskly around the old wizard's back, pressed the old man's stiff shoulders skillfully, and said carelessly as if she was a spoiled little granddaughter playing tricks with her grandparents.

"Professor Dumbledore, you don't think that I plan to sacrifice myself to help the entire magical world, do you? Don't worry, even you said that I am a small Dark Lord, how could I do such a stupid thing... Grandpa is even less likely."

Although Albus Dumbledore didn't make it too clear, Elena had already understood the old wizard's worries from the old man's words and expression, and her heart warmed slightly - this old carrot was still a human being after all. What a good man.

Obviously, Dumbledore, who had received a similar script once, did not want to repeat the story of a hero defeating the devil.

Especially the fact that he didn't see Grindelwald after getting up this morning made Dumbledore even more uneasy. So much so that he called Elena to the principal's office early in the morning and asked insinuatingly about the two people's various secret activities. .

"As for grandpa? He should be preparing holiday gifts. After all, today is Easter."

Looking at the old wizard who was still silent, Elena stuck out her tongue, and used her hands a little harder. She carefully squeezed Dumbledore's shoulders while nonchalantly answering Dumbledore's previous questions. question.

Easter gift? Who is this little girl lying to?

Although today is indeed Easter, it is not Christmas, so there is no need for any extra gifts.

The solemnity of Easter in the non-magical world is that it embodies the essence of the Christian faith, which is to praise the Holy Son, thanking him for taking the sins of all mankind into himself, and through his suffering, showing the way to heaven - unfortunately, The wizard doesn't believe this.

For wizards, it's just fun, so they find a reason to take a break and play.

Dumbledore spared a glance at the small hands that were pressing his shoulders. The solemnity on his face softened slightly, and a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He thought about it and prepared to ask slowly in another way.

"Then how do you plan to end the dispute? Voldemort is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital."

"Of course it won't involve poor Professor Quirrell. Didn't we say it early on? All of this is a revenge conspiracy by the Death Eaters lurking in the wizarding world for the return of the Dark Lord."

"It's not that simple..."

Dumbledore shook his head and said with complicated emotions, "After so many years, although the Ministry of Magic has been saying that it has not been able to confirm the specific identities of the Death Eaters, in fact many wizards know it deep down... those stubborn... The die-hard Death Eaters were all thrown into Azkaban, and the remaining people who had gone astray were also under the spotlight..."

Before Voldemort revealed his true face, there were many wizards in the wizarding world who supported him.

The vast majority of pure-blood wizarding families were in favor of maintaining the purity of the wizarding bloodline, getting rid of Muggle-born people, allowing pure-blooded people to take power, and joining Voldemort as a Death Eater. This was not a terrible decision at the time.

In fact, many pure-blood wizard families are proud of this and consider it a heroic performance to defend their honor and bloodline.

However, as people gradually discovered that Voldemort would do anything to gain power, use all kinds of fear to dominate others, and become more and more violent, cold-blooded, and crazy, the pure-blood wizard family finally realized that they had supported a person who was even theirs. The monster that might have swallowed him up turned around and began to try to fight and avoid Voldemort.

And in this process of joining, hesitating, and betraying, the Death Eaters did not have the habit of masking at first, so naturally there was no concealment. Due to kinship, everyone was quite familiar with each other.

Therefore, after the fall of Voldemort, it was not so much the Ministry of Magic's inability to investigate, but the failure of the law to blame everyone - except for those madmen who continued to harm others wantonly after Voldemort disappeared, the rest were let go.

"Understand? Maybe you can make up an excuse and blame it on Gringotts, but when you try to transfer these evils to one or a few specific wizards, just fabricating them out of thin air will not work. ."

Dumbledore clapped his little hand on his shoulder, turned around, and looked at Elena with his blue eyes.

"The pursuit of absolute justice is a very difficult thing. In short, your PLAN-A will not work. Let's talk about your other alternatives - I know that with your habits, you never There will be only one preparation.”

"……Feel sorry."

Elena met Dumbledore's hopeful eyes, shook her head, and said softly.

"This time, there is really only one plan - if life is a game with countless choices, then in my eyes, this is the only way to a happy-end this time."

"...Really? What a stubborn girl."

After Dumbledore was silent for a moment, he took a deep breath and his eyes slowly became firm.

"I understand, then let people believe it as much as possible, and then let time erase it..."

"No, Professor Dumbledore, you may be thinking a little pessimistically - the situation is not that bad."

Elena smiled slightly, took out a folded shop registration certificate from her bulging chest, and handed it to Dumbledore solemnly. This familiar scene couldn't help but remind the old man of some kind of bad experience. déjà vu.

Speaking of which, this little girl used this method to bring out the Hogwarts real estate certificate, right?

Dumbledore's eyes subconsciously lingered on Elena's small chest, which had become flat again, and his eyebrows twitched involuntarily. Could it be that this child cast a traceless extension spell on his chest and stuffed everything inside... …

"Hey! Look at this, not at me!"

Elena slapped the table with some dissatisfaction, drawing Dumbledore's attention back to the table.

"Look at this carefully, Professor. Do you know why I have to spend a lot of money to open a shop in Knockturn Alley instead of Diagon Alley, which has a higher flow of people? Because only there can I register my shop anonymously or under a pseudonym. …”

"Similarly, only there can we perfectly give away an industry to others from the beginning..."

"No matter...this person is alive or dead..."

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Chapter two! Oh my god! !

You can’t guess it! You can’t guess it! So excited! The mystery is revealed!