Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 223 Accidental intervention or deliberate guidance?

From the moment Constantine appeared, Lin You's attention was on the stone statue. The thing was not big, and the fact that Chase could hug it alone meant that its weight was limited. However, the image carved on it was neither human nor animal, with simple lines and blurred details.

What caught Lin You's attention the most was the deep and completely corrupt aura in the core of the statue. Under the rough and simple surface, it seemed as if a man-eating monster was hidden.

For those who are not strong enough in life, their life will enter a countdown from the moment they collect this statue.

Lin You did not speak, but Dumbledore bluntly expressed his disgust for the statue: "Where did you get this thing, Mr. Constantine? It is not a good collectible. I do not recommend you to collect or sell it."

Although he couldn't explain why, Dumbledore could intuitively sense the evil and sin hidden in the statue.

"It seems that you are quite knowledgeable, Professor Dumbledore." Constantine commented on the number one person in the current wizarding world with a smile, "This thing is very likely related to the seventy-two demon gods, but I am not sure which demon god it is."

As he spoke he opened the door and entered the house; Chase followed cautiously behind him.

"It seems that the rumors are true. You are indeed a wizard with countless adventure legends." Dumbledore followed in. "Just like the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in our school. Do you know him? Gilderoy Lockhart, a very famous explorer and an excellent novelist."

"I don't know him." Constantine's attention was focused on storing and displaying the statues, and he just answered Dumbledore's question casually; he might not even have heard the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor clearly.

Only after the statue was placed in a cabinet and locked did Constantine turn around and say solemnly: "I want to correct you, Headmaster Dumbledore; I am not a wizard."

"There are no Aurors here, Mr. Constantine. You don't have to be so vigilant." Dumbledore comforted him. "In fact, if you are willing, I would like to invite you to teach a course at Hogwarts! You have come into contact with so many dark magics and dark wizards, and defeated many evil creatures and enemies. These are the experiences and knowledge that students need most."

Constantine looked strange. "This school year is less than halfway through, and you're already looking for consumables for the next school year? I feel sorry for your current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

There weren't many things in this world that could make Dumbledore lose his composure, but hearing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor being described as a "consumable" still made the headmaster feel a little embarrassed.

All I can say is that the curse legend of this position has become known to everyone over the decades, and even marginalized people in the magic world like Constantine joke about it.

"To be honest, I have never taught a group of children. But are you sure that the knowledge I have can be taught to students?" Constantine has a straightforward side to his character. It is not surprising that he does anything on a whim. At this moment, he seems to be really interested in being a professor.

"It's okay. We can discuss the specific teaching content. If you have made up your mind, send an owl." It was just a casual remark, but he didn't expect the other party to not seem to resist. Dumbledore had a mixed feeling.

Unexpectedly, Constantine changed the subject: "So you are sure that something bad will happen to the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in half a year?"

"..."

"Well, there's still half a year left, so we'll talk about it then. Maybe in a year I'll be called a professor! Aurors won't rush into Hogwarts to arrest a professor, will they?" Constantine said with a grin, but his unserious look made it hard to tell whether his attitude was genuine or not.

"Of course not; I mean, you are always welcome to visit, Mr. Constantine." The worry in Dumbledore's heart was real, but the joy in the other half was also genuine; the wizarding world was really sparsely populated, and there were even fewer suitable "consumables"... teachers. After decades, all the suitable and unsuitable candidates were almost gone.

The principal's previous proposal to invite Lin You was actually mostly sincere; it was a pity that Earl Goff rejected this suggestion outright as it seemed to covet the Forrest family's heritage.

However, the same invitation to Constantine was not so important; this hippie-like guy obviously did not have as many concerns and taboos as the big families.

This round of greetings led to a half-true, half-false recruitment agreement, and the atmosphere of the conversation became much better than at the beginning.

Dumbledore also turned the conversation to the main topic: "You should also know why I am here, Mr. Constantine? I am here for the 'Saints' organization this time."

"Of course. Any other questions? I have told the Count over there everything I know." Constantine pointed at Lin You and said.

Lin You ignored him and stayed out of the conversation, observing the collection in the wooden house with great interest. I was in a hurry when I came here last time, so I didn't take a close look. I didn't expect that there are so many interesting things hidden here.

As for the content of the conversation between Dumbledore and Constantine, there was nothing new. It was just Dumbledore repeating and verifying Constantine's testimony and asking a few additional details, which was irrelevant to the overall situation.

What really cheered Lin You up was the old wizard's last question: "Mr. Constantine, do you think you met Ms. Helena by chance and lent a hand, or were you deliberately led to get involved in this matter?"

This question made Constantine fall into long contemplation, and he only came to his senses when the cigarette in his mouth burned to the filter. He hurriedly took off the cigarette butt and extinguished it on the corner of the table, and said in an uncertain tone: "I think it's just a coincidence... right? At least, no one deliberately led me to Mexico."

"What about other beings besides humans? From your experience, it seems that we cannot rule out the possibility that other beings besides humans would do such a thing?"

"I'm not sure. Some guys will hide themselves so deeply that they can't be found until the last moment." Constantine said with a sudden smile, "But if that's the case, then things will become more and more interesting."

The smile on Hell Detective's face was less than three-tenths of worry, and the remaining seven-tenths were a mixture of anger, fighting spirit, pride, arrogance and many other emotions.

"Well, thank you for clearing up my confusion, Mr. Constantine; I think it's time to leave." Dumbledore said politely, "I'm not sure, but I may still be able to rely on you in the follow-up of this matter."

"Of course, no problem. How could I be absent from such an interesting event?" Constantine agreed with a smile.

It was not until this time that Lin You said the first sentence since entering the door: "John, can I ask, where did this statue come from? Who was its previous owner?" After looking around the entire cabin, he felt that this statue was the most interesting.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Count, I can't tell you." Constantine squinted at the statue, "Although I don't know who that charming female devil is yet, she can only be my prey."

Lin You looked at the other person's slightly obscene smile and couldn't help blinking: "Are you sure you were talking about the devil, and not an adjective for a woman?"

(End of this chapter)