Chapter 80 Dumbledore Is Afraid of Power

The sun sinks into the bottom of Lake Ohrid, turning into tiny specks of light that spread out with ripples.

After it got dark, Dumbledore asked Loren to take out the key and shake it. With a squeezing feeling, they appeared in a bright hotel room.

Warm yellow light spreads from the lampshade, illuminating every corner of the room. It is said to be a room, but this is simply a house, with a living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom.

There is a brown cloth sofa next to the wall of the living room, and a maple leaf pattern tea set is placed on the table.

There are only spatulas and some salt and condiments on the kitchen counter, which is unique to wizard hotel kitchens.

If someone really wants to cook, he must have brought his own ingredients. The wizard uses magic to make a fire, uses magic to get water, and finally uses magic to clean it. The kitchen is just a symbolic function. The wizard can cook anywhere.

If it weren't for the fact that some passengers were not very good at transfiguration, they wouldn't even have a spatula.

Loren and Dumbledore had already eaten while chatting by the lake, and Dumbledore took the food out of his pocket.

It's hard to imagine a hot steak or a whole pot of broth being taken out of your pocket. Loren thought Dumbledore might have a kitchen in his pocket, and possibly a house elf in it.

Back at the hotel, Dumbledore said he was going to see a friend and asked Loren to stay in his room and not go anywhere.

In a place like Albania, Dumbledore's friend. Loren could only think of the thief-like figure in Order of the Phoenix - Mundungus.

The Mundungus who resold Black family antiques, gave Slytherin's Horcrux locket to Umbridge, and escaped from the battlefield and killed Moody. Many members of the Order hated Mundungus, but Dumbledore kept him in charge of providing intelligence and detective work.

Loren kept in mind the matter of staying away from his pig teammates, and would definitely remind Harry in the future.

After wandering around the room without incident for a few times, Loren regretted not bringing Flamel with him.

Boredly, he leaned against the window and looked outside.

The sky was not dark, but a deep blue. The starlight reflected on the snow, and the outside was very clear.

Shadows covered Loren's blue eyes, and in his field of vision, a space at the edge of the woods suddenly began to distort.

With a "pop" sound, a man's figure suddenly appeared. He looked around and quickly walked towards the hotel.

Behind the man, the space also became distorted, and another person suddenly appeared.

The visitor took out his magic wand and pointed forward: "[Collapsed]"

A red light flashed, and a person in front fell straight down

The latter person groped around on him for a while, finally took out something and quickly apparated away.

"this?"

Such a straightforward robbery made Loren silent. He thought that the magic world would have some gray areas, but he only scratched the surface, selling some black magic items and researching some black magic. He never expected such a direct robbery.

At least after the fall of Voldemort, dark wizards should not be so presumptuous.

Sitting back on the sofa, leaning back against the cushions, Loren stared at the ceiling. The scene just now kept reappearing on the ceiling, and the red light of the Stunning Curse turned into the green light of the Death Curse.

Just changed the spell, still pointed forward gently, and the person still fell straight down. There seems to be no difference.

It was in front of the hotel, so I just [passed out]. Loren couldn't help but wonder if the wand was farther away in the woods, whether it would emit a green light, and maybe there would be a fierce fire afterwards, and no corpses would be left behind.

Is there really nothing in that forest?

This is a magical world, and many people die without a trace. Magic is such a magical thing.

For the first time, Loren intuitively felt the fragility of some things. He didn't feel this way when he killed the troll with his own hands.

Dumbledore came back in his youthful appearance. His face looked a little rosy, maybe he had drunk some wine.

Loren told him about the scene he had just seen, and expressed his speculation, "...many people must have died in this place, and no one will find out if they die."

Dumbledore had a complicated look on his face. He was pleased with Loren's thoughts, but also felt helpless about the situation. "Loren, this kind of situation would only occur in areas like Albania where the Ministry of Magic has difficulty supervising."

Most countries have their own Ministry of Magic, which strictly monitors illegal activities, and even the entry and exit of wizards requires approval.

Loren was a little confused, "Why, it shouldn't be difficult for the Ministry of Magic to control this place?"

They spent an afternoon traveling throughout Albania. There were no vampires, werewolves, or evil witches who had lived for centuries.

Dumbledore's explanation for this is that Albania has a special geographical location and cannot be subordinate to the Ministry of Magic of other countries and cannot establish its own Ministry of Magic. Albanian wizards have fled.

There are only more than 3,000 wizards in the entire UK, and there are even fewer in small places like Albania, where it is impossible to establish a Ministry of Magic.

Regarding the Muggle issue, the situation here was very chaotic. Until 1990, there were various riots and Muggle riots.

Dark wizards gather here to trade. The insertion of other people may cause revenge and disrupt the order of the country. The Ministry of Magic of each country does not want to be involved in this.

"how about you?"

Loren looked at the greatest magic master in the world, no matter his prestige or ability, he could do it.

Albus Dumbledore, chief wizard of the Wizengamot, the highest wizarding court, president of the International Federation of Magic, has been nominated for the British Minister of Magic many times.

Dumbledore looked confused. He took a few steps back and sat on the sofa. "I can't do it."

He still looks like a man in his prime, with energetic beard and neat short hair. He is a well-deserved Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, but his voice and eyes are full of age.

This god-like, even omnipotent person seemed a bit powerless to Loren.

"I'm afraid of power. Since a long time ago, I have been preventing myself from getting close to power." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, and he was caught in some kind of memory.

"When I was young, I also dreamed of changing the world and shouted inspiring slogans."

"I have a close friend who is in the same industry. He set out with a great dream and gained power for his dream."

"In the end, under the alienation of power, he went further and further and did many wrong things."

"Many people died and many irreparable mistakes were made, which ultimately cannot be made up for..."

When Dumbledore was young, his sister was bullied by Muggles, and his father was imprisoned in order to avenge his sister.

In order to take care of their sister, the family had to hibernate in Godric's Hollow. Family ties are both a bond and a shackle for Dumbledore. He longs for a freer life. No young boy with extraordinary talents would want to be trapped in a small valley for the rest of his life.

Later he met Grindelwald. The two had lofty ideals and were equally talented. They have the same mind, as if they were one person.

Build a new wizarding order, where no one will suffer like Ariana, and every wizard can freely perform magic. Albus was addicted to the passionate love and lofty ideals of youth.

In the end, his sister's death made Dumbledore decide to calm down for a while, and he and Grindelwald grew further and further apart.

Grindelwald's incident made Dumbledore realize the terrifying power of power, and he was afraid of making the world worse under the pretext of "for the greater good".

Dumbledore understood that he and Gellert were the same people. They had lofty ambitions. With the blessing of power, such ambitions would cause countless people to fall into disaster with a casual thought.

As he became more famous and more powerful, he became more resistant to power.

Looking at it all, is there anyone in the wizarding world who can stop Dumbledore when he goes astray?

No one can.

Loren fell silent. Dumbledore was undoubtedly a great man, and his respect for life became a shackles to himself.

No more talking, let’s give everyone a few shouts.

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Starting from tomorrow, develop a good habit of writing and saving manuscripts, and make sure you don’t do it again.