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Chapter 339: The Troublemaker's Self-cultivation
Even without Dumbledore's orders, the Order of the Phoenix and Dumbledore's supporters were planning to flee or defend.

Some of the unsteady ones simply used Apparition.

Those who stayed behind gathered in groups of three or five and worked together to shoot down the black ghosts falling from the sky.

Although each black ghost is only the size of a fist, it can blast a circular pit with a diameter of one meter on the ground.

This kind of black ghost can be neutralized with a simple spell, and a disarming spell can even accomplish the feat of piercing three or four.

However, there are simply too many of them.

Quirrell, with the spell of "Armor Protection" cast, shuttled through the "Black Rain".

Whenever he sees his comrades unable to resist, he will lend a helping hand.

Qi Luo was covered in mud from the explosion of the 'Dark Soul', and sometimes he would fall into a pit.

However, he never stopped rescuing his companions.

Many wizards saw Quirrell's actions. Because of Quirrell, some small groups of wizards who could not hold on were encouraging each other to persevere.

"Professor Quirrell is on his way here."

"Hold on a little longer."

"If you hold on a little longer, you will be saved."

Sirius and Snape, on the other hand, made sure they were never more than fifty meters away from Harry and saved whoever they could.

"Mr. Potter, Kreacher is a little scared." Kreacher covered his ears and looked at Harry and the blue barrier above his head with a worried look on his face.

When those black ghosts hit the protective shield, the blue film of the shield kept ripples, as if it would break at any time.

"Just stand here and don't move, Kreacher." Harry looked up and through the blue barrier, he saw Dumbledore flying into the sky.

"Kreacher understands." Kreacher finally confirmed that the defense above his head was very solid, so his eyes lit up and he said, "Kreacher thinks Mr. Potter is very powerful."

"Mr. Potter, Kreacher thanks you for protecting the dignity of Lord Regulus."

"Don't move here, Kreacher." After saying this, without waiting for Kreacher's response, Harry left an illusion on the spot, and his real body became invisible and flew into the sky.

Kreacher didn't want to cause any trouble, so he just stood beside Harry obediently, not moving.

"Tom Riddle!" Dumbledore stood in mid-air, pointing his wand at Tom and Voldemort, and asked:

"Why are you working with Voldemort?"

"And you." He looked at the wizards standing on the black cloud and said with great sorrow: "Have you forgotten what Voldemort did before?"

"Have you forgotten that he massacred your relatives and friends?"

"Don't say that, Mr. Dumbledore." Tom raised his left hand and all the wizards put away their wands.

The black cloud carrying Tom and others began to slowly descend, and the falling black ghosts also disappeared.

"We didn't kill any of you, so we can't say we're working with Voldemort."

Dumbledore keenly smelled something unusual.

He glanced at Voldemort inconspicuously and found that this violent and bloodthirsty enemy had no reaction at all.

Dumbledore followed Tom and the others and slowly descended, but he never relaxed his wand. "What do you mean, Tom?"

"We are here to tell you and the wizards you lead." Tom opened his arms and said loudly: "We have power now."

"so--"

"So?" Dumbledore's feet touched the ground, and he took back the magic power used to float in the air, ready to deal with any emergency.

"So, we want to have the rights and obligations of this equality of power, Dumbledore."

Tom's speech made the wizards behind him brighten their eyes and smile.

For the first time, Dumbledore felt that a person's smile could be dazzling. He suppressed his uneasiness and asked softly, "Rights and obligations, what do you mean, Mr. Riddle?"

"Yeah." Tom was very satisfied with Dumbledore's response, which gave him a sense of accomplishment that he was in control of everything.

"Before saying these words, Mr. Voldemort, please stay away from us, preferably fifty meters away, thank you."

Tom turned and spoke politely to Voldemort.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly. Tom's attitude towards his 'collaborator' was even more excessive than the way a scumbag said to the innocent girl who had been cheated by him for several years, "We are still not suitable for each other."

What made him even more unbelievable was that Voldemort actually agreed with a smile!
Voldemort used Apparition to move fifty meters away, and there was not a single subordinate following him.

All I have to say is - "I can wait for you"!

Dumbledore felt that he needed to re-examine his old impressions of Tom Riddle and Voldemort. They were not normal now, absolutely not normal.

Dumbledore felt dizzy and his eyes were swollen.

Harry was invisible next to them.

Dumbledore's emotions were extremely chaotic, but the magical circuits in his body were very stable.

However, around Dumbledore, his magical tentacles that were used for perception were dancing around randomly as if they had lost control.

Only the magic tentacles on the magic wand were arranged in an orderly manner.

The magic tentacles at the core of the wand are diligently gathering the tiny magical elements in the air to ensure that the owner of the wand can cast powerful spells at any time.

All of this was seen by Harry who was watching from the sidelines.

The three wizards present who might have been able to observe were clearly not paying attention to what Harry was focusing on.

"Thank you for your support, Mr. Voldemort." Tom bowed to Voldemort in a formal manner, and then said to Dumbledore:
"Mr. Dumbledore, first of all, I would like to express my deepest sorrow for the loss of life at the Ministry of Magic."

"They were slaughtered by the evil Mr. Voldemort in the most violent and bloody way. This was an inhuman act."

"I have strongly condemned Mr. Voldemort, and he has promised not to cause such large-scale killings again."

Dumbledore looked at Tom, who showed no trace of sadness, and said with disgust: "Your expression makes me sick, Riddle."

"You claimed to have rescued little Malfoy, but you ignored the body at the Ministry of Magic."

"How can a hypocrite like you be qualified to judge an executioner?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, I think that my kindness is doing its best by not clapping my hands." Tom chuckled and shook his head, then continued:

"When it comes to hypocrisy, who better than the higher-ups at the Ministry of Magic?"

"They work for the pure-blood nobles and do nothing, exploiting ordinary half-blood wizards like us with all their might, making us live worse than the pigs and dogs of the pure-blood family."

"Aren't they doing evil? Shouldn't they be punished?"

"Don't give me that expression that says everyone should be treated equally like you, Mr. Dumbledore." Tom said sarcastically, "There are also employees of the Ministry of Magic among my compatriots."

"But they are at the bottom of the ladder, and they left the Ministry of Magic when Mr. Voldemort began to enforce justice."

"They can prove the corruption and filth within the Ministry of Magic. The evidence they have accumulated is three times more valuable than the ruins of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry could clearly sense a fierce anger building up among the wizards behind Tom.

This emotion gathered into a vortex above their heads, and this vortex was constantly absorbing and infecting magical elements.

These contaminated magical elements in turn affected the wizards below, and the magic circuits in their bodies began to become restless.

Many people have excitedly raised their wands and pointed them at Dumbledore, whom they could usually only look up to.

The uninjured members of the Order of the Phoenix had slowly gathered behind Dumbledore, confronting the people behind Tom.

They are also angry and excited.

Two angry whirlpools collided above their heads. The concentration of magic power in the area was increasing, and even faint black clouds began to appear in the sky.

Harry's phantom, Kreacher, Snape, and Sirius fell at the back. They were slightly staggered from the two groups, and their wands could just be aimed at Voldemort on the other side.

Voldemort also discovered the traces of Harry and others, and gave them a big smile.

Tom's speech continued.

"Eliminate these worms and scum. I don't care who does this. I just think this is a just act!" Tom shouted, and the people behind him responded excitedly:

"Justice! Justice! Justice!"

The vortex above their heads was changing, and the emotions in it were mixed with some complicated things that could be called dreams, but could also be mistaken for ambitions.

"We have seen darkness, so we naturally yearn for light."

"I ask you, Dumbledore and the people behind you:"

"We who yearn for light want to restructure the entire Ministry of Magic, so that they can serve all wizards in a down-to-earth and fair manner, and then let all wizards obey the Ministry of Magic's orders."

“Aren’t these obligations and rights something we should have?”

The wizards on Dumbledore's side fell silent, and the vortex of emotions above their heads began to stagnate.

The vortex on Tom's side was expanding, as if it was about to swallow up the other vortex.

(End of this chapter)