Chapter 303: I am a remnant of the old era, and there is no ship in the new era that can carry me

Portraits of past principals were hung on the walls of the principal's office, and they all watched the scene in silence.

There was deep worry in their eyes.

Although they didn't know Dumbledore's entire plan, from the information they heard in these days.

They all felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

"I'll leave it to you from now on, Minerva." Dumbledore's voice was full of trust.

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall began to speak when she saw Fawkes flying over Dumbledore's head.

Dumbledore gently grasped Fawkes' paw.

A dazzling light flashed, and their figures disappeared in the principal's office.

The newspaper slipped from Professor McGonagall's hands and she sat down weakly in the chair, as if she had aged a lot in an instant.

She murmured to herself, her voice full of confusion and sorrow.

"Albus, is all this really worth it?"

The same question was also raised on the top of the distant Nurmengard Mountain.

"Was it worth it, Albus?"

Gellert Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore who was admiring the afterglow of the sunset with heartache.

He stayed with Dumbledore all these days.

Originally he wanted to do all this on behalf of Dumbledore, but Dumbledore threatened to commit suicide.

In the end, Grindelwald could only accompany silently and help block the space to prevent any possible escape.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "I don't know, Gellert."

He looked at the fading sunset.

"As a remnant of the old era, there is no ship in the new era that can carry me."

"It's all Hephis's fault," Gellert whispered angrily.

The air around him vibrated with his emotions.

Dumbledore smiled gently, "He is right. Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it. There cannot be any stigma on him."

How could Gellert not know this?

Although the Shadow Organization is now very large, its members account for more than half of the total number of wizards.

But the vast majority are peripheral members, and their loyalty is like quicksand, which may slip away at any time.

If these high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic died unexpectedly, even if it was not done by Hephis, it would arouse everyone's suspicion.

This was a severe blow to his prestige.

So he could only wait, waiting for the right opportunity, or the right victim.

Moreover, the sacrifice must be made by a powerful and influential person; it is not feasible to just randomly introduce a scapegoat.

This person could actually be him, Gellert.

It's a pity that Dumbledore disagreed.

The space around him no longer vibrates.

Gellert sighed, "What are your plans next?"

"Do you remember the duel between you and me on this mountain fifty years ago?"

Dumbledore looked into the distance, where they had fought.

"Do you want to..."

"Didn't your prophecy say that I would have a battle with him?"

Dumbledore gazed at the setting sun which had completely sunk into the horizon.

"Then I will help him get one step closer."

Grindelwald opened his mouth and finally said only one sentence,

"Albus, you know I won't live alone if you die."

Dumbledore smiled gently, "Meeting you in this life is my greatest luck.

The next morning.

A piece of news that shocked everyone quickly spread throughout the wizarding world.

The legendary Albus Dumbledore turned out to be the third generation Dark Lord.

He openly challenged Hephaest Dam, the leader of the Shadow Organization, to a decisive battle.

The time and place of this decisive battle were chosen by Hephaestus.

The final winner will unify the entire wizarding world and become the sole king.

As soon as the news came out, the entire wizarding world was thrown into an unprecedented uproar.

People were talking about it, speculating on the outcome of the duel and worrying about the future of the wizarding world.

However, unlike others, the Shadow Organization is filled with enthusiasm and expectations.

They were boiling with excitement over the news.

Because once their leader Hephis defeats Dumbledore in this final battle.

Then the Shadow Organization will unify the entire wizarding world in an invincible manner.

And their leader will ascend to the supreme throne.

"Hephis, do you really have to fight?"

There was barely concealed pain in Hermione's voice.

From the moment she came into contact with magic, Dumbledore's name had been like a belief.

Even the reason why she chose Gryffindor was because the man who was hailed as the greatest white wizard of this century came from this house.

She had a deep admiration for the old man.

In addition, Dumbledore volunteered to go to hell to reduce the losses of the wizarding world, which made her full of respect for him.

Hephis also sighed.

He really didn't expect that Dumbledore would go to such lengths in order to allow him to take action as soon as possible to stabilize the situation.

"I have no choice."

"Oh!" Hermione didn't say anything else, the only expression on her face was discomfort.

How could she not know that Hephis must fight.

And what Hephis needs now is an absolute victory.

Originally, she had expected that this person would be Voldemort, but unexpectedly it turned out to be Dumbledore.

"Give the order! I want to give Dumbledore the most magnificent stage and help him take his final bow."

Hephis said softly, but his eyes were looking towards the rising sun.

The sun is so dazzling.

Hermione nodded.

Then the entire shadow organization took quick action.

The decisive battle was set for August 1st, on an isolated island in the English Channel.

There will be an arena built suitable for the battle between the two legendary wizards.

Enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of viewers watching at the same time.

As soon as this news came out, the entire wizarding world was once again in turmoil.

Countless wizards began to head towards the isolated island.

This is not just a battle, it is a battle between legends.

Missing this matchup will be a lifelong regret.

Members of the Shadow Organization were also divided into several groups.

They were busy and orderly preparing for this grand showdown.

Every detail has been carefully planned to ensure that this decisive battle goes off perfectly.

The eyes of the entire wizarding world are now focused on the battle of the century that is about to take place.

After Voldemort learned the news,

He angrily destroyed everything around him and turned it into powder.

How dare these two guys ignore his existence like this!

They thought that as long as they won this duel, they would become the sole king of the wizarding world.

So what is he, the second generation Dark Lord?

Where did they put him?

Voldemort's heart was filled with resentment and hatred.

How he wanted to jump out immediately and say that he disagreed.

But he didn't dare, or he was afraid that the two men would join forces and beat him together.

He had no confidence that he could win with just Hephaestus.

What's more, there is a Dumbledore.

Then he would not only have no chance of winning, but he wouldn't even have a chance of escaping.