Chapter 172 Dumbledore draws out the big sword

Riddle is now much more illusory than when he first appeared. It seems that the battle with Rogge took a lot of energy.

"Dumbledore, why are you judging me?" Riddle sneered.

Malfoy and Fudge jumped up in shock, with fear in their eyes. They took out their wands and pointed them at the illusive figure.

Especially Malfoy, his heart was beating wildly. This is his master, the great Dark Lord: Voldemort! But in Dumbledore's office, he had to show his opposition.

"Don't worry, he only has the memory of 16 years old and is not the terrifying Dark Lord." Rogge's reminder made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief.

"The evidence you call is groundless! It's fiction and false accusations! No one, no evidence can prove that I did it!" After finishing speaking, Riddle looked at Rogge and actually started to build a relationship: "Travis, we are all Sri Lanka A member of Leitlin. Is this how you treat your classmates in the same college?"

"Mr. Fudge is right. I'm only 16 years old. How could you kill a child? You're slandering me!" Riddle hissed, "Are you going to kill me with your own hands? Then you and I had a relationship before. What's the difference?"

"I heard that you formed a magic society, and I also formed the Valpurgis Knights. You are so similar to me, you will understand me, right?"

Riddle's words made Fudge alert, and Malfoy looked at him thoughtfully.

"Ahem..." Rogge interrupted Riddle, "We are different. Also, who told me that he is a memory?"

"Okay, I lied to you. I am indeed Voldemort's Horcrux. But this cannot sentence me to death!" There was cunning in his tone, and he was obviously pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy.

"Dumbledore has always been prejudiced against Slytherin. I was born in an orphanage, and he always looked down on my origin. He doubted me and never treated me as a normal child!

Don't believe what he says about fairness and justice. He is the one who decides the fate of others without authorization! "

Riddle continued to provoke everyone's relationship, and everyone remained silent, quietly listening to his accusations. Rogge even rolled his eyes and allowed Riddle to play tricks.

No one would help him, and no one decided to let him go. Fudge and Malfoy wanted to destroy it on the spot, while Rogge wanted to send it to trial. As for the principal himself, he wanted to use it to warn the magical world.

Everyone present was his enemy, and there was no possibility of Riddle being forgiven.

"What evidence do you have? Who proved that I killed Myrtle!" Riddle was a little hysterical. He finally saw the hope of resurrection. Why did these four people want to destroy it!

He stared at Rogge resentfully, it was this damn guy who messed up all this! If I continue to keep the disguise of the diary, no one will suspect that it is a Horcrux.

"Albus, he is very dangerous. I suggest it be better to destroy it on the spot." Fudge gritted his teeth and shouted to Dumbledore.

His tone revealed panic, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Fudge was indeed afraid, afraid that the illusory shadow in front of him would come into reality, and even more afraid that he would destroy his position as minister.

He looked up and winked at Malfoy, hinting that he would stand up and speak for him. However, Malfoy pretended not to see anything and just pointed his wand at Riddle.

Malfoy is also afraid. If the master returns one day in the future, what he did today will undoubtedly send him to the guillotine! Fortunately, the Riddle in front of him was still a student and he only had 16 years of memory.

If it were the frightening Dark Lord who appeared in front of him, Malfoy would not dare to raise his wand. He was sweating nervously, afraid that Riddle would talk to him.

Dumbledore silently looked at the aggressive Riddle in front of him, with a vague expression of compassion on his face. If we had cared more about this child, could we have prevented him from going astray?

A talented young man who could have become an outstanding wizard, a prefect of Slytherin, and president of the student union of Hogwarts, eventually degenerated into the Dark Lord, which really made him sad and regretful!

The Tom in front of him was the starting point of his decline. Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "Tom, you must face what you have done."

"No, no! I don't agree!" Riddle floated in front of Dumbledore and retorted: "I have not committed a crime at all, why do you decide my fate?"

"Riddle, you are really stupid. We are not trying you, but the people you have hurt are demanding justice." Rogge answered coldly, "What you have to face is not just the law, but the entire Magical world! The sins you have committed must be repaid!"

"Sin? Those damn Mudbloods, they don't deserve to learn magic! What's my crime? I'm just protecting the purity of my bloodline!" Riddle yelled sharply, "If we don't guarantee our bloodline, in a few years, wizards will no longer be wizards. .”

"More and more mudbloods are entering the magical world, and their blood has polluted the sacred and ancient bloodline! They have turned the pure magical world into a smelly place!"

"Do you know anything about animals?" Riddle lowered his voice and murmured like a demon, "It seems you don't know. Do you know Hagrid? The ridiculous offspring of a hybrid between a giant and a wizard. If hybrids like him are allowed to reproduce, Pure wizarding blood will be extinct within a few generations!”

"Do you want that kind of world? A big, stupid man who spends all day in the company of strange magical creatures. Slow in speech and stupid in mind? How can such a creature inherit the knowledge and history of wizards? Ang?" Riddle looked. Looking at them, he found that no one was paying attention to him, so he couldn't help laughing arrogantly.

Dumbledore felt desolate in his heart. A student who was once such an outstanding student never expected that at this time, he would be dazzled by the so-called blood.

"Equality? There is no such thing as equality! Why do they have such equality? Our ancestors established the magical world!

Dumbledore, look at the magic book behind you! Look at those magic items on the cabinet! There’s also the Sorting Hat and the Phoenix! These are all passed down from our ancestors! I'm not destroying the Mudbloods, I'm protecting the magical world!

Slytherin's great wish is not wrong. If Mudbloods are allowed to pollute the wizarding world, there will be more and more squibs, and wizards will eventually disappear! "

He glared at Dumbledore with red eyes: "You are the sinner in the magical world! A pure-blooded scum! Your indulgence will eventually cause irreparable evil!"

"Shut up, Riddle!" Dumbledore shouted sternly, "I will never allow these disgusting remarks to be spread in my office!"

"Your so-called theory of pure blood is just a cancer that will lead to the destruction of the magical world!" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with anger. "The excellence of a wizard has nothing to do with blood. Only ambition and talent are the criteria for measurement. !”

"Whether they are pure blood, mixed blood, or from Muggle families, they can all become outstanding wizards! It is precisely because of tolerance and openness that our world is becoming increasingly prosperous!" Dumbledore retorted loudly.

"As for prohibiting the intermarriage between certain creatures and wizards, it is even more ridiculous!" He continued, "The boundaries of biological races should not become a barrier to love! As long as both parties are willing, why worry about it?"

Fudge also severely reprimanded: "Your views are completely divorced from reality. We will never allow this kind of discrimination to exist!"

Rogge and Malfoy looked at each other. The holy pure-blood families they represented had different opinions on Dumbledore's words.

Malfoy completely disagreed with Dumbledore's remarks. Although he also knew that Riddle's views were somewhat extreme, the main concept of protecting pure blood was correct.

As for Rogge, he only agreed with part of the principal's views. There has never been any equality in the magical world, otherwise it would not be Dumbledore sitting here, and it would not be a house elf serving as a slave.

As for interbreeding with other species... Roger agreed with Riddle, that would destroy the entire wizarding community. There are limits to tolerance and openness, and it is impossible for people to sit at the same table with dogs (except for small days).

But they also know that it is not wise to directly oppose it. Whoever let his fists not be as big as Dumbledore could only respond silently without expressing his position.

"Hahaha!" Riddle's figure became more and more illusory. He knew that his end was right in front of him. He put down all his burdens and shouted at Dumbledore: "Since you keep talking about equality, why don't you go and fight with giants, werewolves, and goblins? Lin, Centaur...crossbreeding? Let Dumbledore's bloodline and surname spread? Maybe we can get a few more phoenix babies!"

A flash of anger flashed across Dumbledore's face, and he shouted angrily: "Tom, I will never tolerate racial discrimination and hate speech! Go back to your diary!"

Riddle's figure twisted and changed in the air, like a free black mist. His hysterical laughter was full of fanaticism and despair, like a cornered madman.

"Old hypocrite!" he shouted sharply, "Since you preach equality, why don't you integrate? You are not pursuing true equality at all, you are just satisfying your own vanity!"

The diary erupted with a huge suction force, pulling Riddle back.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Riddle struggled and screamed in the notebook, yelling unwillingly: "Pure blood will never disappear! Never disappear!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a chain tightly bound Riddle's diary. It struggled on the desk, but could not escape the curse and returned to peace.

"Don't be misled by his words!" Dumbledore reminded, "Wizards and Muggles are equal."

Fudge took a deep breath and said, "Albus, fortunately it is still a Horcrux. Such a dangerous idea will plunge the magical world into turmoil."

Malfoy nodded, "We must promote tolerance and equality and not allow any form of discrimination to disturb us. His ideas are undoubtedly wrong."

Fudge and Malfoy immediately agreed, and without reservation they distanced themselves from Riddle's diary.

"But, Albus. Before the trial, this diary..." Fudge was afraid that the diary would be snatched away by hidden Death Eaters, and he looked at Dumbledore eagerly.

"Stay with me for now." Dumbledore glanced at Fudge, "I will contact everyone and organize its trial."

"Great, I will send someone to talk to Miss Rita. There will be no more negative reports about Hogwarts before the trial begins. But..." Fudge groaned, "I suggest you get rid of the basilisk as soon as possible. To prevent any further accidents from happening.”

"Hagrid's wizarding rights will be restored by the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible." Fudge saw Dumbledore nodded and did not mention the issue of compensation, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Malfoy grabbed the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there was such a thing behind the Basilisk. The school director's decision to temporarily suspend him was really ill-considered."

"Dumbledore, on behalf of the school directors, I apologize to you." Malfoy was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but add: "Dumbledore, the school director still believes that the school should be cautious in hiring faculty. Wizards like Lockhart are completely smearing the school's reputation."

"Principal, I'm going back too. I have classes tomorrow." Rogge took the opportunity to stand up, turned around and was about to leave.

"Rogg, I want to talk to you." Dumbledore stared at him with blue eyes, Rogge stopped and sat down obediently.

"Could it be about the Elder Wand?" Rogge thought to himself, but didn't show anything on his face, and controlled his eyes not to look at the wand on the table.

"What do you think about Tom's words?"

"Tom... those about wizards and Muggles?" Roger rubbed his hands and his brain was thinking rapidly.

"Including other creatures." Dumbledore did not let him take advantage of the loophole. He wanted to understand the child's true thoughts.

"Tom's views are not only extreme, but also wrong. All his sophistry is to satisfy his own ambitions. He regards himself as the devil and his subordinates as servants. The so-called pure-blood rule is just his rule alone. "

"As for wizards and Muggles, in my opinion, there is essentially no difference between them. The only difference is whether they are born with magic power. The earliest wizards came from Muggles. We have neither the right to harm them nor the obligation to protect them. .”

"Oh? Why?" Dumbledore looked at him, "Muggles are more vulnerable than wizards. Without us, they will be invaded by dark creatures."

"Is the principal talking about creatures like vampires?"

"good."

Rogge shook his head, "Muggles have long researched and developed their own technological path, and have taken boiling water and throwing stones to new heights.

Dark creatures may be rampant for a while, but as long as they are carbon-based creatures, they will eventually be destroyed. We are just us, a bunch of ordinary wizards. I never thought of them as fragile. "

"It seems that you don't agree that wizards have the responsibility to protect Muggles." Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him and sighed.

The young man in front of him has his own independent thoughts, and it is difficult to influence his thoughts.

Rogge smiled. If wizards have the obligation to protect Muggles, what are their rights? I am not their lord, everyone is an individual. Whether it's dead or alive, good or bad is none of my business.

Just because I am a wizard and stronger than Muggles, I have to protect them. What kind of rogue logic is this? If I don’t bully you, I have a conscience!

"If they need protection, it should be based on mutual respect." Rogge added cautiously.

"What about other magical creatures?" Dumbledore asked, "For example, centaurs and goblins?"

Rogge frowned slightly, but still expressed his thoughts: "They are all losers. If they want to have the same rights as us, then use war to speak."

Dumbledore stared at Rogge, silently. Before asking, he had already made preparations in his mind. Pure-blood wizards have always looked down upon Muggles, let alone other magical creatures.

But he never expected that Rogge would neither discriminate against them nor accept them. Instead, think about the problem from the standpoint of strength.

"So you think that since these races failed in past wars, they should succumb to wizards and act as vassals?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"I didn't say that they should succumb to being vassals." Rogge carefully selected his words, "But as losers, they do have the obligation to serve the winners and cannot demand complete equality with us."

"As for some people and their love." Rogge suppressed the discomfort in his body and the nausea in his heart.

He really couldn't understand what kind of freaks would find such ugly inferior races to crossbreed with. Why, their ancestors also came from Bharat? Can you also communicate with Komodo dragons at a negative distance?

"Personal love should not affect everyone. The silent majority represents the real public opinion. Excessive attention to certain small groups will breed the darkest hatred."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "I understand your point of view, but stable racial relations require mutual understanding and cannot be based on obedience and discrimination. Individuals' love choices should not be discriminated against."

Rogge nodded, looking like he was being taught, and said in his heart: Ah, yes, yes, yes!

Both men understood that they differed in their positions on the issue. Dumbledore decided not to argue with Rogge on this issue for the time being. After he has rich life experience, he may be able to view this issue from a higher dimension.

"Okay, you go back and rest first." Dumbledore said slowly, then remembered something and added, "By the way, when Ron wakes up, remember to return the invisibility cloak to him."

"Huh?" Rogge murmured in his heart. Even if you don't give me the Elder Wand, do you still want to take back the invisibility cloak? I worked for a long time on my own, but in the end I got nothing!

"Principal, an invisibility cloak is not that important, right?" Rogge began to pretend to be confused, not knowing that it was the Deathly Hallows.

"That's not Ron's, he borrowed it from Harry." Dumbledore raised his head and stared at him.

"I understand. It's all made of the invisible beast's hair anyway. Is it okay to give it to him after a while?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath. Harry's invisibility cloak was pulled off Death's body. How could it be the same as an ordinary one? He heard that Rogge didn't want to give it back, and he had even noticed the extraordinary nature of the invisibility cloak.

"That was left to Harry by his father, and it has a different meaning. It should be returned to the original owner." Dumbledore stood up as he spoke, and pulled out the shining Gryffindor sword from the Sorting Hat!

Rogge stared at the principal and cursed loudly at the big sword: "Old Bee, you are too cruel! It's just a cloak, there's no need to grab it with a sword!"

Thanks to the laughing boy Ah Ma for the tip! Let me sort out the plot, and I will continue to work hard~T.T