Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 2: Falsifying History is a Good Business

On the other side of the portal is a laboratory-like room.

There was a long table in the middle of the room, and the objects on the table spanned ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, and took into account both magic and science. There were two Chinese medicine furnaces, several magic crucibles, flasks, beakers, measuring cylinders, condensers, etc. required for chemical experiments.

There is also the need for universal objects such as the sky and the sky.

There was a bookcase against the wall in the innermost room, with dozens of books stuffed in it, and even more than a dozen parchment scrolls.

The boy staggered towards the bookcase, his legs as weak as noodles, and he could only stand steadily by leaning on his arms to support himself on the laboratory table. With a clear goal, he pulled out the thickest and largest parchment-bound book from the pile. On the cover was the phrase "History of Magic" written in copperplate English.

Following the index and turning to the section "Magical Innovations Throughout the Ages", the boy finally saw content in the book that had never existed before.

Some of the sentences are even familiar, like “Aesop first experimented on common animals with great success.”

Another example is "The magic created by Aesop has been passed down for a long time. By the Renaissance, it had become a prominent subject in the field of magic research." and "Mr. Scamander, a well-known expert on magical animals, has made many inquiries but has not been able to restore this magical magic."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and contentedly put the heavy book back to its place. Then he turned his head and looked at the dozen or so parchment scrolls.

The first few scrolls were marked with names that struck fear into the entire wizarding world: “Killing Curse, Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse”.

The names marked on the subsequent scrolls, although not related to evil, are also spells regulated or restricted by the Ministry of Magic, such as "Animagus".

These scrolls contained spells that the boy had carefully selected and deliberately not learned.

According to the rules he had set, all the spells he wanted to learn but had not yet learned would be placed here; so, when the world merged and the new history - or timeline - was modified, so that a magic that did not exist in the original history appeared, the related spells should also be...

"Here it is!" The boy found a scroll that had never appeared before next to the Animagus spell.

The writing on the scroll is clear: All beasts return to spirit.

Everything was completed according to the boy's pre-arranged plan, and the Forrester family added a deeper foundation, becoming the capital to gain a foothold in the wizarding world.

Otherwise, why is it said that tampering with history is a big business? In the world where the boy lived in his previous life, from individuals to countries, countless people made huge profits by tampering with history.

However, the boy was now extremely exhausted, so he had to slow down his study of this magic.

Just as the boy was about to take a rest, a solar system model on the desk trembled slightly, and soft white light radiated outward from the center of the model.

The irritation in the boy's eyes was evident, but he managed to restrain it.

A shadow of a black man appeared in the center of the model, wearing a neat white suit and with the face of black star Morgan Freeman.

"Congratulations, Lin You." The black old man said sincerely, "You have successfully saved three more worlds. The Grimm's Fairy Tales World, Andersen's Fairy Tales World, and Aesop's Fables World. Their logical contradictions with the big world have been completely straightened out and smoothly integrated into the history of the big world."

The little boy—the "Lin You" the black old man called him—responded woodenly, "You said I saved three worlds? In fact, it was our actions that brought crisis to those three worlds. If it weren't for us... or more precisely, if it were you who forcibly pushed the different worlds to merge with each other, there would be no conflicts at all, and they would continue to operate smoothly for at least a few centuries."

"But what about after a few centuries? They will also be irreversibly heading for extinction. Only by integrating them into a larger world can their life cycle be extended. Lin You, you are now living in an illusory dimension, not the real dimension of your previous life. It is time to abandon your previous cognition of the human standpoint. You must learn to take a long-term view and break the inherent boundaries of thinking."

Lin You was too lazy to argue and shrugged meaninglessly: "You are God, you have the final say."

God seemed not to notice Lin You's impatient look, and then said: "By the way, I also want to congratulate you. In addition to successfully completing the mission of saving the world, you have also successfully expanded the Forrest Family."

Lin You's face was stern. "This is what we agreed upon in the beginning. I will help you modify the logic of your world view, write history, and facilitate the smooth integration of the worlds. At the same time, I will also allow me to enjoy life in the big world in a reasonable way. A powerful and wealthy Forester family is the basis for me to enjoy life."

"I haven't forgotten the agreement. This is a contract that all the gods made with you, and I don't intend to break it." God said slowly, "But I also want to remind you that the more you gain by modifying history, the more causal relationships will be attributed to you. I am very worried that you, who were originally responsible for dealing with logical contradictions, will eventually become the biggest focus of contradictions." "You are God, not Buddha; does the Bible also talk about cause and effect?" Lin You joked, not wanting to respond to the other party's words, "I thought that with your identity, you would use the term 'butterfly effect'."

The black old man seemed to know that he would only annoy people if he continued to chatter, so he changed the subject at the right time: "Let's not talk about this; how much real factor do you have left?"

Lin You raised his right hand, and a silver-white goose feather pen appeared in his palm. He held the pen and shook it gently, and a drop of golden "ink" came out of it.

"Not much left. I can write three or five sentences at most." He sucked the "ink" back into the pen tube.

The black old man nodded and said, "Then take a good rest and have a vacation. The next world fusion will take a few months. Since you want to enjoy life, then enjoy it."

"Why do I feel like your tone is like a doctor comforting a terminally ill patient?"

"You must have heard it wrong." The black old man denied with a smile, and then his figure faded in the galaxy model.

Lin You curled his lips, turned around and walked out of the laboratory. Behind him, the iron door of the laboratory slammed shut.

This is an iron gate that almost blends into the wall. On it, you can vaguely make out a few English words written in simple and ancient strokes, such as "FOREST" and "Earl of Gough".

However, the largest font on the door is a huge Chinese character with a very shallow incision that cannot be seen without careful observation: "林".

English and Chinese characters are combined to form a strange yet harmonious pattern.

Outside the laboratory door is an ancient and spacious library.

Lin You walked slowly with his short legs through the rows of bookshelves. Under the bright light, his short stature cast a long shadow on the floor.

The library is over 120 feet long and 100 feet wide, with 28 rows of bookshelves reaching the ceiling. The outermost edge of each row of bookshelves is engraved with the characters "角", "康", "迪", "房", "心", "尾" from front to back.

Tens of thousands of books reveal the family's profound heritage.

Near the exit door, there is a desk and a chair on the left, and three sofas and a coffee table on the right. From the display, it can be seen that this huge library is mostly for personal use, and the owner occasionally entertains guests here.

Walking out of the library, there is a large reception room outside the door; unlike the simple reception facilities in the library, this reception room is obviously designed to receive more visitors.

The door at one end of the reception room leads to the master's living room, and the door at the other end leads to the hall and dining room. There are rows of glass windows on the wall between the two doors, overlooking the front yard green space.

The manor steward stood upright at the door leading to the hall. When he saw Lin You coming out, he bowed slightly and said, "Master, there is a wizard named Mundungus Fletcher who has been waiting in the gatehouse for a long time and insisted on seeing you. He said he had made an appointment with you in person."

"Ha, if polite words are also considered as appointments, then he did make an appointment." Lin You obviously had some disdain for this name, "A thief who pretends to be a businessman or a broker. I did tell him that if he found any new and interesting things, I would buy them. So, just treat it as an appointment! Take him to the lobby, don't bring him to the reception room."

The old butler bowed and said, "I have to remind you that tomorrow is the canonization ceremony. It will also be your first appearance as the new patriarch of the Forester family. Please make sure to get enough rest so that you can be in good condition tomorrow. Therefore, you should not meet with the thief for too long."

Lin You suddenly realized: "Tomorrow? If I say that I almost forgot about this matter, will you be angry?"

The housekeeper said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Master, this is not something you can joke about."

"Okay, okay, I get it. No kidding." Lin You quickly straightened his attitude. "You are the only one in the family who has experienced the inheritance ceremony of the previous generation's title. I'll leave tomorrow's clothing and etiquette to you."

In fact, the boy was not joking; he almost forgot about the important event of the next day.

Traveling back and forth between different time and space can easily confuse people's concept of time.

(End of this chapter)