Chapter 388 Dumbledore's Considerations

"Very cute kid, Nick." Dumbledore said, "At least you have the courage to admit it, and you can master the Apparition skillfully in the fifth grade, and then apply it skillfully."

"That's nothing, Albus." Nicolas Flamel said, "If you are willing to let Mr. Vanlin El transfer to Beauxbatons, I don't mind letting him represent Beauxbatons. You already have a Harry Potter, don't you?"

"This depends on Mr. Vanlin El's wishes, Nick." Dumbledore said, the two old friends joked with each other, and it seemed that the tension just now had gone with Mr. Brown Flemings.

"But, do you really plan to let Vanlin participate in the Goblet of Fire? As far as I know, with this kid's current level, if he can master the Apparition, he can definitely fight Sirius and others."

"Let's talk about this question later, I haven't thought about it yet, Nick." Dumbledore said.

Fanlin listened to the conversation between the two. Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to participate in the Goblet of Fire, but...

"Did you see anything?" Dumbledore asked.

"You mean, Mr. Brown?" Fanlin said.

"Oh, of course."

"Sorry." Fanlin felt that the question he asked was stupid. "You invaded the space and caught Mr. Brown Flemings who was using the apparition?"

"Very good, then do you know what the consequences are? If I launch an attack."

"Accompanying the space...annihilated." Fanlin said, he had seen space fragments, and he had also seen space broken.

Just like evaporating from the earth, if Fanlin had not been wrapped by Nicolas Flamel's magic at that time, his soul would have been swallowed into the undercurrent of nothingness along with the mirror space.

"Yes, it will be destroyed along with the space." Dumbledore said, "Space is the sharpest dagger. For example, if the Apparition fails, the body and head will be separated, or if you are completely destroyed in the alien space, there will be no trace left in the world, or you can experience the journey of your body all over the world."

"This is terrible, Professor Dumbledore." Fan Lin said.

"Yes, it is really terrible. You know, in the alien space, even the soul will be torn into pieces."

This is not a fun thing. If you are torn apart in the alien space, it will not only be a physical injury, but even the soul will be scattered in the alien space.

"Everything has a trace, as long as you have enough knowledge of magic, or you are strong enough." Dumbledore said.

In fact, this is the essence of magic.

The wizard is determined by the strength of strength, but Dumbledore does not want to establish Fan Lin's desire for strength too early.

In fact, Dumbledore also knows that Fan Lin's persistence in magic strength is far beyond his initial judgment, which reminds him of Voldemort.

Tom Riddle, this name has always been lingering in Dumbledore's mind.

Dumbledore had to admit that Tom was good enough, and the Tom that Fanlin showed to Dumbledore was far more evil than he had imagined.

Dumbledore was very afraid that Fanlin would follow Tom's old path, but Fanlin's attitude was very clear, that is, the yearning for light.

Fanlin showed him enough things, but behind these things, it also brought enough trouble.

The monsters handed down from ancient times, the reformers of dark wizards, and Tom Riddle who always made Dumbledore worry, all of these seemed to have some subtle connections, and the final origin returned to Fanlin.

For Fanlin, Dumbledore could not treat him the same way as he treated Tom.

Although this little kid was not strong enough for him, he was not an existence that could be eliminated by a simple spell.

Dumbledore knew this very well. At the same time, whether he was willing to do so seemed to be a difficult problem.

If Dumbledore is willing to get rid of Vanlin, then it seems unnecessary to bring him to see Nicolas Flamel.

However, is this the best choice, or is Harry the only solution?

Perhaps Harry can solve Tom's problem, but what about the remaining problems?

What follows is naturally endless troubles, and Dumbledore is naturally very clear about this. There is no appearance without reason, not to mention that the threat has spread to Hogwarts.

For thousands of years, even wars can be regarded as external things for Hogwarts, but this time is different.

What Vanlin threw at him was not just a monster, but a huge threat to Hogwarts, whether from Vanlin's description or from the thousand-year arrangement.

As early as the Slytherin era, the seeds of such revenge were planted along with the arrangement of the underground magic circle, which means that Hogwarts can't be spared like before, whether it is Tom or the monster.

Harry is obviously not satisfied with Hogwarts.

For Hogwarts, Harry is undoubtedly a weapon to deal with Tom. Dumbledore also knew exactly where he had placed Harry. To die at a critical moment was like a dog in captivity.

Raise a dog for a thousand days, use it for a moment. (Manual x-on:I'm a sophomore! Attached is a beautiful photo of Sirius, search it on Baidu!)

Dumbledore had to rearrange his strategy. No matter who he targeted, he had to take measures to preserve Hogwarts.

He, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Hogwarts must be held accountable.

"Strength?" Fan Lin repeated, for magic, strength is naturally a pursuit that cannot be given up.

"Yes, strength!" Dumbledore sighed, and he looked at Nicolas Flamel. He knew very well that the fact that this old friend of Detail was able to survive until now was entirely due to the Philosopher's Stone, or perhaps it was driven by obsession, the "Book of Abraham"!

"The crux of the problem is why you were the target of that man, Fanlin, have you ever thought about it? Why...why is he so eager to kill you." Dumbledore said.

"I don't believe in fate, and I don't need to care about fate, professor." Fan Lin replied respectfully, "The death I see before my eyes proves that I am still alive and I can see death itself."

"Yes, death...destiny...an answer that makes people feel both frightened and disdainful." Dumbledore seemed to be sighing, and he began to ponder, like a withered tree, the only vitality seemed to be that Burning eyes. (To be continued)