Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 222 Different Magic Systems

Arriving at the outskirts of London, it was still the deep forest with few people and no roads; the magic cottage stood quietly and had not been moved. However, Dumbledore knocked on the door but no one answered, and the owner seemed not to be at home.

Neither the old nor the young visitor had any intention of forcing their way in. Lin You knew the truth about the magic hut and didn't want to waste his energy; although Dumbledore didn't know the truth, he could sense the mysterious atmosphere emanating from the hut.

However, even in the wilderness, Earl Goff would not compromise himself; he took out some odds and ends of bottles and cans, and swept up some dead branches and leaves as fuel, and Lin You started to make coffee on the spot.

"It would be nice to have a cup of black tea." Dumbledore was not polite at all and even planned to "order a meal".

"I have tea leaves, but there is no good water nearby and I'm afraid it will be wasted." When it comes to showing off, Earl Goff is a true aristocrat. How could he lose to an old wizard?

"I see." Dumbledore watched Lin You taking various sundries in and out, and couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement. "I've never seen space magic before. It seems to be independently formed without relying on any material existence. It is more powerful and more convenient than the Traceless Extension Spell. Can I ask, is this the magic passed down from the Forrest family? I have never seen your father use it before."

"It's quite complex and hard to master." Lin You was vague and concealed the truth about the microcosm and dimensional space.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, and he seemed to have suddenly awakened to his sense of responsibility as the headmaster of Hogwarts, and had an urge to contribute to the school's educational cause. He asked, "Are you interested in coming to Hogwarts?"

"Go to school?" Lin You didn't understand what the other party meant for a moment, "Who do you think can teach me? What can you teach me?"

"No, no, no, I'm not here to study. I'm here to teach." Dumbledore invited him seriously. "How about you come to Hogwarts to be a professor?"

"Huh... who can I teach? What can I teach?" Lin You also disagreed, "Teach students how to manage a family business worth 10 billion gold galleons after graduation? Or teach them how to be a billionaire in Muggle society? I do have some experience in this regard."

"Oh, this knowledge and experience are indeed valuable, but I don't think those children will be able to use them." Dumbledore laughed and ended the topic without leaving a trace.

The headmaster felt a little bit sorry, because the Forrester family's profound knowledge of magic was well known to everyone. If the students of Hogwarts had the opportunity to learn even a little bit, they would benefit from it for the rest of their lives.

Unfortunately, it was rejected as a joke.

The old wizard remained silent, but Count Goff had a question: "From what Scrimgeour said before, he seemed to have a very bad impression of Constantine; but I remember that the Ministry of Magic did not have such deep hostility towards the church's exorcists. Do they have a personal grudge?"

"No; Scrimgeour is not the kind of person who cannot distinguish between public and private matters." Dumbledore explained. "The main reason is that Constantine is different from a real exorcist."

"Is it because he can use two systems of magic at the same time?"

"You could say that." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his long beard shaking up and down. The end of the beard was tied with a pink ribbon. "Do you know the specific differences between the two magic systems?"

This question naturally did not stump Lin You; he answered: "The biggest difference lies in the source of power. The fundamental power of a wizard comes from his own magic power, followed by spells and spellcasting skills; while the power of an exorcist comes from God's gift, and the test is whether they are devout in their faith."

"In addition to gods, there are also devils." Dumbledore added, "The power of exorcists comes from the gods they believe in, and the black magic in their system comes from the worship and sacrifice of the devil; but in short, their power, whether black or white, does not belong to themselves. For such people, we do not regard them as wizards, and they are not within the jurisdiction of the Statute of Secrecy."

"To put it simply, God and the devil are not covered by the Statute of Secrecy." Lin You continued, "But Constantine is different. He has magical powers and has learned some magic by himself. He can be called a wizard. So Scrimgeour thinks that the Aurors have the power to enforce the law against this person?" "That's probably what you said."

"Does Scrimgeour know that Constantine, with prior preparation, is fully capable of defeating you and Grindelwald, and can easily wipe out the entire Auror Office?"

Lin You's words were actually largely reserved; with adequate preparation beforehand, Hell's Detective could defeat more than just Dumbledore, a human wizard.

"You don't know Rufus; if he thinks it's necessary, he wouldn't mind taking the Aurors to capture me and throw me into Azkaban. As for Mr. Constantine, that goes without saying." Dumbledore shrugged, and his relaxed and humorous movements did not show the dullness and steadiness of a centenarian.

“Is this the natural aggression of cats?”

Dumbledore lowered his head and drank his coffee, seemingly not hearing Lin You's last question.

When the conversation between the two fell into silence, the owner of the wooden house they were waiting for finally came back. However, from a distance, there was more than just Constantine; next to him, there was also a tall, honest-looking middle-aged white man.

Lin You recognized that person. He was almost the only companion of Constantine who was not implicated by bad luck, and also his best friend who had been with him for most of his life - Chase Chandler.

When the writers rewrote the Constantine TV series from 1988st century America to Britain, Chase followed him to Britain, became a London taxi driver, and continued to hang out with Constantine.

"I said, why did you build your house in such a place? There's no road here. I can only park my car a mile away and hope it hasn't been stolen when I get back."

Chase complained as he walked. He was holding a strange-shaped stone statue in his hands, which looked heavy and he was not walking easily.

"How many times have I told you that I didn't choose this place, at least not entirely. That house has its own thoughts and temper, and it won't obey at all."

"It seems you are not talking about a cabin, but a woman."

Because of the obstruction of the trees, the two people who were gradually approaching did not notice the guests waiting in front of the cabin at first, and they were still arguing with each other; when they saw Dumbledore, they were both startled.

In the 1990s, it was indeed rare to see an old man with a beard that reached his belly button, not to mention that he was wearing a robe of strange style.

However, Constantine quickly recognized the identity of the visitor.

"Dumbledore... Professor? Perhaps I should call you Chairman or Chief Wizard?"

"Either is fine." Dumbledore looked at the two people opposite him. "It seems that Mr. Constantine's current business is not limited to the Spear of Longinus?"

"We have to make a living, right?" Constantine said, patting the stone statue. "Isn't it beautiful? Do you think anyone would like to collect it?"

(End of this chapter)