Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

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Ignoring Emma Hughes, when Wentworth came to the door of Dumbledore's room and was about to knock on the door, the door of the room was automatically opened, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside:

"come in!"

Wentworth's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped in mid-air, and looked at himself with some embarrassment.

Am I walking so loudly? Wentworth thought.

Walking into the room, Dumbledore was already waiting for Wentworth in the room. As soon as Wentworth sat down, Dumbledore said:

"I knew that you would definitely come to me."

While talking, Dumbledore poured a cup of tea for Wentworth.

Seeing this, Wentworth picked up the teacup with a smile, and said:

"Principal, I thought you didn't like drinking this tasteless drink."

Dumbledore laughed, and said meaningfully:

"But there's nothing I like to drink here. Life is like this. Not everything can go according to my own wishes, even if I am called the greatest white wizard ever."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth was taken aback for a moment. Although he intuitively told himself that Dumbledore had something to say, before Wentworth could figure it out, Dumbledore said bluntly:

"You came to me today because you wanted to ask about the bamboo sparrow on the cedar, right?"

Wentworth was not surprised to hear that Dumbledore broke his intention of coming with one sip, after all, the person in front of him was Albus Dumbledore.

Wentworth put down the teacup in his hand, and told Dumbledore everything that happened yesterday.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was sitting opposite Wentworth, listening carefully, without interrupting Wentworth's narration from beginning to end.

It wasn't until Wentworth finished speaking that Dumbledore sighed deeply and said:

"Also a poor child!"

And Wentworth had already talked about the dry mouth, couldn't help picking up the teacup in front of him, drank it down, and then asked:

"Principal, do you know something? I always feel that there seems to be something weird about Kaesugi Jabiki."

Hearing Wentworth's words, Dumbledore was silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought. Seeing this, Wentworth frowned involuntarily. Whenever Dumbledore entered this state, it meant that something important happened.

Then, Dumbledore suddenly asked:

"Wentworth, have you heard of it, silently?"

Hearing Dumbledore's inquiry, Wentworth shook his head in a daze, with a confused look on his face.

Seeing this, Dumbledore explained:

"Moranran is a kind of dark magical power in the magical world!"

"This is a powerful but extremely unstable black magic that is difficult to control. It moves extremely fast, and may even break away from the host and attack others."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth frowned involuntarily, and said with some surprise:

"Black magic? However, the use of black magic is mostly accompanied by strong malice, and requires study and practice, but I don't think the cedar sparrow is..."

But before Wentworth finished speaking, he was interrupted by Dumbledore, and Dumbledore said with a sad face:

"It was born!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped, and he said with a face full of disbelief:

"Black magic? Natural? What is the effect and strength of this magic?"

It's no wonder that Wentworth was curious. Wentworth had never heard of the natural black magic.

Dumbledore glanced at Wentworth, and replied lightly:

"Back then, your grandfather sent the Obscure, that is, the wizard with Obscurity, to kill me."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth smiled awkwardly, suppressing his inner surprise with a smile.

Now Wentworth has seen it, his grandfather, and his principal,

The relationship back then must have been unusual, at the very least, both parties were very clear about each other's strength!

And since his grandfather sent the Obscure to kill Dumbledore, either the Obscure's strength is not much worse than Dumbledore's, or the Obscure has some special abilities that can severely damage wizards who are much stronger than himself.

In short, this must be a very dangerous talent.

After pondering for a moment, Wentworth suddenly asked:

"Principal Dumbledore, can wizards, or silent people, be able to control themselves in this kind of magic called obscurity?"

Hearing Wentworth's question, Dumbledore's eyes flickered with confusion, but he still said:

"Limited control possible!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth nodded knowingly. Thinking about it, if he couldn't control it at all, then his grandfather couldn't send the Obscure to attack Dumbledore.

And thinking of this, Wentworth's eyes lit up. If a special obscurant team could be formed, wouldn't this be the special forces of the wizarding world?

While Wentworth was thinking about this possibility, Dumbledore suddenly interrupted Wentworth's thinking, only to hear Dumbledore say with some regret:

"Usually, the silent ones don't live to be ten years old."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth was taken aback for a moment, and after two seconds, Wentworth seemed to understand what Dumbledore meant, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily.

Dumbledore looked at Wentworth in front of him and fell silent. It seemed that some memory of his was touched, and he fell silent involuntarily.

After a while, Dumbledore heard Wentworth say in a hoarse voice:

"Are there no exceptions?"

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, until Wentworth's heart fell to the bottom, and then he heard Dumbledore suddenly say:

"have!"

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Wentworth suddenly raised his head, looked at Dumbledore expectantly, and Dumbledore said slowly:

"Wizards with great potential can live longer, just like the one your grandfather found and attacked me."

Hearing Dumbledore's answer, Wentworth couldn't wait to ask:

"Then then? What happened to the silent one?"

Dumbledore shook his head silently, and said lightly:

"He ended up dead, not long after attacking me."

"Even if the silent person is over ten years old, his body will become weaker and weaker. The more times he uses magic or silently, the faster he will become weak. This cannot be changed."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Wentworth, who was originally hopeful, couldn't help covering his cheeks with his hands.

Human beings always hope that good things last longer, and Wentworth is no exception.

After a long time, Wentworth suddenly looked up at Dumbledore and asked:

"Principal Dumbledore, don't you have anything to do? You are the greatest white wizard ever!"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, and said:

"I'm just a wizard, not a god!"

Just when Wentworth was desperate, Dumbledore suddenly said:

"Perhaps, there is a person who has a way, and he is the only one who may have a way..."