Chapter 117 Dumbledore is Tired
[To the White Wizard:
Before you read this, my Horcrux has embarked on a journey deep into the cosmos.
Under your control, for Ariana's resurrection experiment, I committed numerous crimes.
Knowing my sins are grave, this time I will atone in my own way.
I will use the cost of my life to mark the location of the Mycelium Lord for the true Savior, and he will end your evil.
Even if I am reduced to a wisp of a soul, I want to witness the day you and I descend into hell together.
—Voldemort]
After reading it, Dumbledore's hands trembled as he tightly clutched the note, completely speechless.
What was all this? Besides the word Horcrux, which Dumbledore could understand, what was everything else?
Horcruxes traveling through space was one thing; he, an old man, had already prepared himself mentally for that.
But this tone, so similar to Regulus's note, were they playing nesting dolls?
And what was this about atonement and ending evil? Was this something Lord Voldemort could say? Had he gone mad from playing with Horcruxes?
Furthermore, what were Ariana's resurrection experiment and the Mycelium Lord? He had lived his whole life and never heard of such things.
If this thing could truly resurrect Ariana, Lord Voldemort wouldn't have been running rampant in the magic world back then; he would have long since integrated all the resources of the entire magic world to fully play the resurrection game.
So, this whole grand spectacle was purely meant to disgust him, wasn't it?
Tom looked at Dumbledore, equally curious, as he had even forgotten his startup password, and after writing so many short essays, he couldn't remember what nonsense he had impulsively written at the time.
Quietly circling behind Dumbledore, Tom secretly peeked and exclaimed, "Good heavens!" It turned out he had subconsciously wanted to trick Dumbledore back then, and surprisingly, many parts could even be linked to the short essays he later fabricated at will.
'Father God Dumbledore… No wonder the answer to the question was resurrecting Ariana… I truly am a genius… Hahahaha… I can't, I'm going to laugh out loud.'
Tom silently gave himself a thumbs-up in his heart while desperately pinching his thigh, replaying all the unhappy memories from his previous life and this one in his mind.
Cannot laugh, absolutely cannot laugh.
Sirius, Lupin, and Harry, who were nearby, also noticed Dumbledore and Tom's abnormality and were very curious about the contents of the note.
Just as they were about to go over to look, they saw Dumbledore preparing to put the note away.
Seeing this, Tom approached and directly used Expelliarmus, and as the note flew out of Dumbledore's hand, he snatched it and handed it to Sirius and the others.
"Professor, this was obtained by Regulus at the cost of his life.
I think Sirius and the others should have the right to know.
Besides, you are innocent; the contents of the note are merely slander against you by the enemy, there's nothing to hide."
Hey, Tom, can you shut up? Don't you see that Sirius, Remus, and Harry's expressions are all off?
And Sirius and Remus, the way you shielded Harry behind you, are you serious?
Sirius and Lupin were thinking a lot at this point; according to the note left by Lord Voldemort, combined with the series of events Dumbledore had been exposed to recently, perhaps there was another hidden reason behind James and Lily's deaths, and they needed time to re-investigate.
And Harry, as the Savior, whether it was against Lord Voldemort or against Dumbledore, there could be no mistakes.
Moreover, as their relative, even if it cost them their lives, they had to protect Harry's safety, but perhaps Harry's transfer should be put on the agenda.
Harry was even more confused; what Mycelium Lord? He didn't know.
The only thing he could gather was that the events of that year might not be as simple as they appeared on the surface.
Harry, still unevolved and lacking in cunning, directly spoke up: "Headmaster Dumbledore, my parents' deaths were your…"
Before he could finish, Lupin clapped a hand over his mouth: "Professor, we have things to do, so we'll take our leave first."
At the same time, Sirius whispered into Harry's ear: "Now is not the time to show our true colors."
"Pfft!"
Tom couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Although surprised that this foolish Gryffindor dog actually understood this principle, didn't he realize that the sound of his voice was too loud just now?
Not to mention him, even Dumbledore probably heard it clearly.
Sirius, who belatedly realized this, shouted to Lupin: "Remus, take Harry and go first."
"…"
Watching this scene unfold, Dumbledore had never felt so exhausted.
But he knew that no matter what, he couldn't let them leave like this today, otherwise, if people's morale scattered, the team would be difficult to lead.
After stopping Lupin and Harry, Dumbledore took the initiative to speak: "Remus, Harry, and Sirius, please let me explain."
But Dumbledore was met with an attack from Sirius.
Dumbledore helplessly deflected Sirius's spell; since they couldn't talk properly, he would subdue them first and then persuade them.
Tom, who was standing by, was stunned; as expected of Gryffindor, so reckless.
Tom quickly pulled out sunflower seeds, peanuts, and a small stool, happily watching the farce unfolding before him.
He also took out the long-unseen Lord Voldemort brand handheld camera to record this beautiful life; he was duty-bound.
After all, Sirius and Lupin, two first-generation members of the Order of the Phoenix, fighting Dumbledore? Who would have believed that fifteen years ago?
It must be said that Dumbledore's strength was still formidable; Sirius and Lupin combined were not enough for Dumbledore to fight with one hand, and as for Harry, a second-year student was just asking for trouble.
In just a moment, the three were subdued by Dumbledore.
[Mouth Jutsu: Grand Brainwashing Technique]
Now it was Dumbledore's time to show off his skills.
After Dumbledore reasoned with them and appealed to their emotions, the three's emotions gradually calmed down.
As for how much their trust in Dumbledore had recovered, only Merlin knew.
Seeing that the matter had temporarily come to an end, Dumbledore had just let out a long sigh of relief when his gaze caught Tom putting away his handheld camera, and his whole body stiffened.
No way, did he have to be so opportunistic? It was a waste of talent that he didn't become a paparazzi reporter but chose to be the Dark Lord instead.
Just one oversight, and another piece of dark history fell into someone's hands; heaven knew what other mischief would be stirred up.
So, could this guy just drop out of school? With him around, it felt like there wasn't a single day of peace.
Dumbledore couldn't help but seriously consider this idea.
Tom had no time to care about Dumbledore's mood; that was Grindelwald's job, not his.
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, after feeding all the sunflower seed shells and peanut shells to Fawkes, Tom turned and asked the four people in the room a soul-searching question:
"By the way, when is Regulus's funeral? I'm still waiting to attend."