Chapter 332: The Protesters Who Want to Escape the Fate of Destruction

There was always a faint light in the Hogwarts headmaster's office, which was reflected by the silverware collected by Dumbledore. The phoenix Fawkes was taking a nap on the shelf, but the portraits of all the former headmasters on the wall were "awake". Even Headmaster Black, who disliked Lin You the most, was treated fairly this time, and the picture frame was not turned over.

All the principals lowered their voices for fear of disturbing the conversation between an old man and a young boy in the office.

"You showed a special concern when facing Tom; is there anything I don't understand or don't know?" Although Dumbledore politely treated Lin You to honey water, he was straightforward and almost aggressive during the specific conversation.

Regardless of the alliance between old Earl Goff and the Order of the Phoenix, or the Forrester family's duties as magical advisors to the Muggle royal family, Lin You's inaction tonight seemed inappropriate.

"I don't have any special concerns. I'm just more concerned about the man behind Voldemort." Lin You leaned back in his chair, looking listless. Ever since he met Patrick Morgan, Earl Goff had been on high alert, racking his brains to guess the other party's plans; now that he relaxed, he immediately felt tired.

"What did you find?" Dumbledore asked nervously.

"The guy who helped Voldemort resurrect also appeared on the scene today; he watched the whole battle between you and Voldemort—standing next to me, where you were hiding before."

"Who is he?" demanded Dumbledore.

"This question is difficult to explain." Lin You shook his head. "The other party wants to use Voldemort to achieve certain goals, but you or your partners probably don't have the opportunity to face him directly. He is my problem to deal with, and you just need to focus on dealing with Voldemort."

"If you want to solve a puppet, you must know where the strings lead." Dumbledore's eyes were burning and he was unwilling to give up easily.

Lin You thought for a moment and said a name: "Patrick Morgan. His archaeological report, including the origin of the golden cup and the Herpo hermitage, etc., were all forged; the purpose was to lure Voldemort into the trap and resurrect him according to his design."

Dumbledore was stunned when he heard this. He could never have imagined that the mastermind behind this would be the Muggle archaeologist who had been "dead" for many years. "Why would he do this?"

"This is exactly what I want to investigate." Lin Yousheng stretched his body and prepared to end the conversation. "Voldemort is just a pawn of Sir Morgan. Your most important task now is to find out how much 'information' left by Sir Morgan that Voldemort has. Then we can find out what this knight wants Voldemort to do."

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

"My mission is similar, but I start with clues from the Muggle side. I want to find out how many things Sir Morgan left behind, and which ones have been lost to the wizarding world and fallen into Voldemort's hands. Of course, the most important thing is to find Patrick Morgan himself." Lin You stood up and walked towards the fireplace in the office; he was ready to go home.

At this moment, a green flame suddenly flashed in the fireplace, and then Cornelius Fudge came out from it. His fat body did not look clumsy at all, but was as agile as a jumping monkey.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Professor Dumbledore, I need your confirmed news; tell me, are those Aurors talking nonsense?" The Minister shouted as soon as he came out, waking up Fawkes, "Is it Mad-Eye who is going crazy? Those Aurors are just scared by a dark wizard, right? How is it possible, how could it be... is it that..."

Noticing that the Minister of Magic was stuttering as if his brain had suddenly short-circuited, Lin You kindly spoke up to help him out: "The one who cannot be named."

"Yes, no, I don't think that's the case...Oh, Your Excellency, I didn't notice you were here too." Minister Fudge realized that he had lost his composure when he discovered that there was a third person here.

"I'm here to ask Professor Dumbledore about Voldemort's appearance." The name Lin You said made Minister Fudge turn pale and his lips tremble.

"That's not it, that's certainly not it, is it?"

"Unfortunately, according to the details provided by Professor Dumbledore, including the testimonies of so many eyewitnesses present, the possibility of Voldemort's resurrection is more than 90%. The remaining 10% possibility is that he will be a terrifying dark wizard who is no less terrible than Voldemort." Lin You sighed pretentiously, "In that case, it doesn't really make much difference, does it? It seems that Barty Crouch Jr.'s escape has caused an irreparable disaster."

If Minister Fudge had heard this in the past, he would probably have jumped for joy and then kicked his rival hard twice; but now his legs were weak and his face turned three points paler, looking almost like Voldemort under the street light.

“If, if that’s the case… what should I do? What should I do?” He didn’t say this like the Minister of Magic. When he saw Lin You’s indifferent expression, it was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. What would you do if it were you? You must have a way to capture that… that…”

“He who must not be named.”

"Yes, yes, we can catch him, right?" I don't know what Minister Fudge is thinking. With the execution ability of the Ministry of Magic that can't even catch Sirius, how can it want to catch Voldemort?
"I'm sorry, I'm in charge of an intelligence agency, not a law enforcement agency." Lin You directly shattered the minister's fantasy. "From my perspective, I can only take a tight internal and loose external approach for the time being. I will secretly increase the intensity of investigations and arrests, but on the surface, I will try not to cause panic among the public."

Cornelius Fudge's eyes rolled, and he said loudly, "Ah, you are right, tight inside and loose outside, that's it... Professor Dumbledore, we can't let the people panic. There is no solid news yet."

Bullshit "tight inside and loose outside"; can the wizarding world be the same as the Muggles? This is not how you copy homework.

Lin You shook his head, went straight into the fireplace and left, not caring at all about how the Minister of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts would fight next.

When the wizarding world was about to be in turmoil over the return of Voldemort, Patrick Morgan, who had just met Lin You, was in a quiet canyon; the moonlight fell on the thousand-year-old glacier, reflecting the clear light of water.

Looking far into the distance, a faint halo flashes from time to time at the line where the sky and the earth meet in the north; that is the afterglow of the aurora in the distance.

"Seeing how relaxed you look, everything must be going well, Lord Ares." As a rough voice sounded, a relatively "thin" figure appeared in the center of the valley.

Patrick Morgan looked at the man in the moonlight and saw that he was a slightly bald old man wearing a heavy cloak, holding a spear, and was blind in one eye.

If Lin You were here, he would recognize the old man at a glance: Odin from the story of God of War. "I am not the real God of War Ares, just like you are not the real God King Odin." Sir Morgan said slowly.

"No wonder you chose to call yourself the 'God of Truth'! A rational person shouldn't be so obsessed with a name." Odin said as he walked closer to Morgan. "As long as our plan succeeds, you can call yourself anything you want. Even the Supreme God will have to acknowledge it then."

"Hmm..." The man in the top hat nodded slightly, acknowledging the words.

"So, was it successful?" Odin walked up to him and asked seriously.

"If you are asking about the first step, then I can clearly say that everything went according to plan," said Sir Morgan. "Voldemort was resurrected exactly as I arranged, and he appeared in public."

"Ha, I knew it would work!" Odin shouted happily, "This is the first time, the first time that the established history of the Great World Framework has been successfully modified; and we did it."

Sir Morgan looked calm and did not respond to Odin. Instead, he said quietly, "The writer has also appeared at the scene. I have no choice but to step forward and divert his attention."

Odin's laughter stopped abruptly.

"It's too dangerous; you might attract the gods of Olympus."

Morgan explained: "It was just a projection, and the writer recognized it, so he didn't ask for help from the real God."

"It's still too dangerous." Odin said gloomily, "We have completed the first step. Even if the writer came forward to kill Voldemort, the subsequent established history has been changed. We have completed the minimum mission objectives. You should not continue to take risks."

"This opportunity is rare!" Sir Morgan obviously disagreed with his companion's opinion. "Everyone knows that this time it was because the author took the initiative to relax the restrictions that allowed us to seize the opportunity. Such opportunities are hard to come by, and every time they are precious, we should try our best to maximize their effectiveness every time."

Odin stared with his eyes wide open, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction, but he did not make any further moves. He just asked in a muffled voice, "Are you sure you didn't reveal any flaws in front of the writer?"

"Of course. The closer you are to the power of a true god, the more you can understand the gap between him and me. If he makes any move, I can't hide it from him. I have even replaced some of Ares's supervisory authority over the quill." Sir Morgan sneered, "Speaking of this, I must thank you. I think the writer still doesn't know what you did when you sneaked into the side of Mount Olympus when the incident in the world of God of War happened."

Although he said thank you, his tone did not reveal any sincerity in his gratitude.

"He should have thought that I gained nothing at that time." Speaking of his proud deeds, Odin finally smiled a little more. "It is normal for a branch god to gain nothing when facing so many true gods. Who would have thought that I successfully replicated the cage array that Ares had tried every means to create, and later used it on himself."

Sir Morgan agreed leisurely, "Yeah, who would have thought of that? I certainly wouldn't have thought of it. How could a branch god master the technology to imprison and seize the true god's divinity? Even if the correct answer was placed in front of you, you wouldn't be able to copy it. The difference between the true god and the branch god is not a gap that you can cross on your own."

"What do you mean?" Odin's face changed suddenly.

"Tonight, my conversation with the author was not pleasant, but I think he was right about one thing: the gap in hard power between the branch gods of the small world and the true gods of the big world is difficult to fill." Sir Morgan looked at the "skinny old man" in front of him with interest and said, "So, there must be a more powerful existence behind you - an existence that can have an equal dialogue with the true gods of Olympus."

Odin's face sank, the fat on his cheeks drooped, and his eyes looking towards the "God of Truth" became increasingly gloomy.

"Unless you can also usurp the divinity of a true god, don't look at me like that." Sir Morgan smiled and issued a blunt warning; "Who is that behind you? Odin? Loki? Thor? Tyr? Is it Hela, the goddess of death?"

Every time he said a name, he paused and carefully observed the changes in the other person's expression, but to no avail. The "skinny old man" remained calm throughout.

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, forget it." Morgan retracted his gaze and regained his gentle and elegant demeanor, as if those aggressive questions just now did not come from his mouth.

"When the time comes, you will know it." When the other party refused to ask, Odin took the initiative to speak, but what he said was still nonsense.

"When? When the will of the great world fully awakens?" Sir Morgan asked knowingly, and the other party remained silent as expected; "Why? We all know that awakening the will of the great world as soon as possible is our common goal; on this point, our interests are completely consistent."

"It's good that you remember this." Odin handed over a bottle, and Morgan raised his hand to take it; "Since the second step of the plan can still be carried out, let's hurry up." After saying that, He turned and left.

"Of course, everything will go smoothly. The ideal situation is to let the writer personally help us achieve our goal - the maximum goal." Sir Morgan stroked the bottle, feeling the dark breath stirring in it, and smiled happily.

Odin did not say much, but walked further and further away in laughter, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The laughter in the glacier also stopped.

Patrick Morgan looked at the direction where the God King disappeared, and silently said in his heart: "Don't underestimate a heart that is determined to change its predetermined fate; a fate that is destined to be destroyed often brings people stronger will and strength."

"I wonder if the writer understood these two sentences?"

There are so many mythological stories in the real dimension, but not every god can get a happy ending and maintain the supreme status for a long time; some gods are like the "God of Truth", and the purpose of their birth seems to be for future destruction - such as the Norse pantheon.

The fate that was destined from the beginning and led to the destruction of most of the Nordic gods has a well-known name:

"Twilight of the Gods"!
(End of this chapter)