Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 317: Hufflepuff Cup and Two Attacks

Earl Goff's jokes were vicious, especially the one about "attacking Muggles" to make fun of the Dumbledore family; because Ariana's tragedy in her previous life was caused by a conflict between wizards and Muggles.

If Aberforth Dumbledore were here, he would probably draw his wand and challenge him to a duel on the spot; it was only because the Hogwarts headmaster was broad-minded and in need of help that he could endure it.

"Aberforth doesn't allow me to see Ariana, and he doesn't agree to restore Ariana's memories of her past life." Dumbledore's voice was low, as if even the great wizard could do nothing about his own brother.

"Why did he do that?"

"Aberforth believed that Ariana should be given a completely new life, one that had nothing to do with the past; he felt that the memory of her past life would only cause her pain."

"So what do you think?" Lin You asked, "Do you think Aberforth's idea is right or wrong?"

Dumbledore looked expressionless, but his tone revealed the confusion and pain in his heart. "I don't know. Sometimes I think he is right. A newborn baby is Ariana's soul, but she is also a real new life with a new life to face. She should not be allowed to take on the burden of her previous life. But other times, I have completely different ideas."

"You tell me all these problems because you want to get advice from me?" Lin You couldn't understand Dumbledore's pain. He was just a bystander, so he could be objective and calm.

"Since the Forresters are the keepers of the Black Book of the Dead, and you even have more methods to control the soul and resurrection, have you ever experienced similar confusion? If you face the same questions as me, what would you do?" Dumbledore stated all his questions.

"I can't give an answer to this question. Although we have kept the Black Book of the Dead, the Forresters have never used it, so we have never experienced the same confusion as you. When a person dies, he is dead. Since there is another world after death, why should we call the dead back to the human world? The human world is not necessarily a good place."

Hearing this answer, the light in Dumbledore's eyes quickly dimmed and he remained silent for a long time.

Lin You knew that today's conversation should be over, so he stood up and prepared to leave. "Outsiders can never provide opinions on ethical and emotional issues; even if they can, opinions from outsiders are not worth serious consideration. But no matter what your and Aberforth's final decision is, I promise to lend you the Black Book of the Dead at any time. Of course, for safety reasons, the best way is for you to bring Ariana to Forrester Manor."

"Thank you, Mr. Forrester." Dumbledore responded, but did not stand up. Instead, he continued to hold the wine glass in a daze.

Back at the manor, Lin You began to arrange black magic items to impersonate "Horcruxes". The items themselves need to have a certain degree of autonomy, be able to convey black magic knowledge to the outside world, and also have the ability to affect the physical and mental state of those who have long-term close contact.

In fact, there are many ways to give objects a certain degree of autonomy in the magic world, and the effects are good and bad. Some obvious examples are broomsticks, which show different attitudes when facing different riders, and the impressive "Monsters and Monsters Book" in the original story, which has strong emotional fluctuations and obvious physiological characteristics.

Brooms and books only possess the most basic biological emotions. The most vivid emotional expressions are in the various portraits, which look like living people in a two-dimensional world.

It is not difficult to pass on the knowledge of black magic. When a painter draws a portrait, he can give the character in the portrait memories and put the knowledge of black magic as part of the memory.

As for affecting the physical and mental state of those who come into contact with it, although it is a bit difficult, it is not unsolvable; using the usual method in the magic world, it is nothing more than casting a few advanced curse magics on the objects.

From a technical perspective, all the difficulties in forging a "Horcrux" can be solved; but Lin You is not only not happy about it, but frowns and sighs.

The thing can be made, but the bad thing is that the related production technology is too mature, so mature that any experienced wizard can tell that it is a cursed black magic item.

But the effect that Lin You and Moody wanted was not a simple black magic item, but a special one that was significantly different from ordinary black magic items; preferably something that people could associate with a "Horcrux". Only in this way would there be a reason to launch a large-scale search and investigation on a specific target.

If someone could figure out the production principle in no time, what reason would there be to continue searching for the "Horcrux"?
"If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to just make something that stores the soul?" Lin You patted his forehead and came up with an idea. "Ordinary souls are not enough. It would be best if it were an evil spirit from hell. With Voldemort's level, the evil spirit doesn't need to be very strong. It would be more than enough if it could be at the level of a nobleman among the seventy-two demon gods. After all, the 'Horcrux' only contains a fragment, not a complete soul. Maybe an ordinary demon level would be enough."

Early the next morning, Lin You staggered to the center of London, found a Lux bar, and went up to knock on the door. He woke up the angry succubus Mezkin, and then woke up the hungover Lucifer.

"You came and woke me up so early in the morning, just to find a demon or a nobleman to make black magic items?" Lucifer was drunk and his dissatisfaction was evident in his words; "You have the key to hell in your hand, why don't you just go find one yourself? With your ability, as long as you don't go into the depths of hell, it won't be difficult to capture a few demons on the periphery?"

"Hell is too dangerous. Who knows who you might run into there? I just sent two demons back home last year. What if I run into them? I can't beat them in an away game." Lin You argued.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, made a drink to wake up, and made a new suggestion: "Then go to the Vatican; they have a collection of many demonic items there, some of which even carry the will of demons. You can just take them and use them without having to bother making them."

"My relationship with the Holy See is not very good." Lin You spread his hands and lied with his eyes open, "If I go to borrow something, maybe they will suppress me as a demon."

"You're hiding from the Vatican, but you'd rather seek help from a fallen angel?"

"You are my friend, not the Vatican; the most important thing is that this matter needs to be kept secret, I don't trust those pedophiles. Considering that I introduced the 'Unknown' incident to you, helped you gain favor with God and the gods, and helped you find your mother..."

"Don't mention it, you betrayed me!" Lucifer was furious. "Okay, okay! You want a low-level demon, right? I'll let Maiz go get one for you. We're even now regarding the 'unknown' matter."

"Deal!" Lin You immediately raised his glass; he was meeting Lucifer with the appearance of a sixteen-year-old this time, so it didn't seem too out of place to drink strong liquor.

Lucifer clinked glasses with the writer reluctantly, and said gloomily, "Although I welcome your visit, please remember not to come so early in the morning next time."

"why?"

"Because the earliest bars open is in the afternoon." Lucifer finally couldn't suppress his irritability caused by staying up late, and drove the writer out. After leaving the Lux Bar, Lin You still heard the roar of the Lord of Hell, but he didn't care. He shrugged and prepared to Apparate back home; but before he left, he heard a loud noise coming from a nearby block.

Looking in the direction of the sound, there was no smoke or fire, and even after a while, London's emergency department did not take any action. Pedestrians on the street looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one knew what had happened.

Lin You had a subtle look on his face, and he continued walking into the alley beside the street without saying a word, then Disapparated away out of everyone's sight; but his destination was not Forrest Manor, but Diagon Alley.

The Muggles on the street didn't know where the sound came from, but Lin You heard it clearly; the sound came from Charing Cross Road, not far from here, from Diagon Alley, which the Muggles couldn't see. Magic can block sight, but it can't block overly loud sounds.

In just a moment, Count Goff appeared on the roof of a small building in Diagon Alley. Looking down at the street, wizards were seen running in groups of three or four towards both ends of the alley, as if they wanted to quickly escape from a certain section in the middle of the alley.

Soon, with continuous "crackling" sounds, dozens of figures appeared in different places in the alley; it was the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who came. It was not until this time that Lin You found the problem.

It was the Gringotts dungeon that Lin You had used as a punching bag to clear a few years ago. I remember that a lot of gold Galleons were dropped after clearing the dungeon, and I also got an achievement that increased the "intimacy" of Gringotts.

The Aurors who arrived quickly surrounded Gringotts, especially the main door which was blocked tightly; but they did not launch an attack for a while, but continued to evacuate the crowd from the periphery.

Lin You quietly landed and blended into the alley where the crowd was concentrated; this side was close to the Leaky Cauldron, which was one of the main exits of Diagon Alley. As more wizards gathered, they began to talk about their experiences and asked each other for information.

Often, rumors on the market start to ferment and spread from such occasions, but it is also easy for interested people to get news from here; the prerequisite is whether one has the ability to distinguish the authenticity of the news.

Some people muttered that "Gringotts is becoming less and less safe"; some shouted that "the Aurors are blocked at the door again"; and some said that "the last time something happened in Gringotts, the goblins obstructed the Aurors' investigation. This time it's their own fault."

Following this line of argument, conspiracy theories soon emerged: "Maybe it's those greedy goblins who are crying 'stop thief'? I heard that the properties of wizards who died without heirs in Gringotts would be swallowed up by goblins. Originally, this money was supposed to be managed by the Ministry of Magic and used as a fund for public affairs. Now that there's a thief, those owners without heirs have no one to settle their losses for them."

But soon someone else refuted this argument: "Don't talk nonsense; I was in the hall of Gringotts when the attack just happened and saw it clearly. The leader of the attacker was Fenrir Greyback; besides him, I dare say that the others were either werewolves or dark wizards."

Upon hearing the name of this notorious werewolf leader, the wizards let out exclamations of varying degrees.

"Who knows if these people were hired by the goblins to put on a show?" The former conspiracy theorist still refused to admit defeat, but no one listened to him anymore; so he muttered indignantly and quickly squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared.

The wizard who called out Fenrir's name was still talking: "I was there and heard it clearly! The werewolf came in with his face covered at first, and no one recognized him. He asked the goblin of Gringotts to open a vault, and he had the key in his hand. But the goblin said that he couldn't be the owner of the vault, so he wouldn't open it even if he had the key. Then the werewolf tore off his mask and started. "

"What does this mean? He has the key but is not the owner of the vault? His face is covered, how did the goblins recognize him?" Someone acted as a supporting role in time to keep the topic going.

"Because the legal owners of the vault are now imprisoned in Azkaban!" The insider was very proud, as if it was a great honor to accidentally hear a secret, and being able to show off the secret in public made him blush; "The werewolf wanted to open the vault of the Lestrange family, but all the men and women in their family were sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. It can't be that they escaped from prison, right?"

"Ha, no wonder! That family of Death Eaters."

"By the way, how did Fenrir get the key to the Lestrange family vault?"

"What's so strange about that? Aren't they all in the same group?"

"But I heard that Death Eaters actually look down on those mutant werewolves."

"How come you are so familiar with Death Eaters?"

"No, no... I heard about it too..."

Amidst the various opinions, Lin You, who was in the crowd, seemed to be thinking deeply. "The werewolf Fenrir attacked Gringotts? This is not in the original book! Isn't the Lestrange family vault where the Hufflepuff gold cup is stored?"

"Come to think of it, even Fenrir, a werewolf who has not even received the Death Eater's mark, is being used. It seems that Voldemort is indeed short of people."

The matter involved "Horcruxes", and Earl Goff could not help but be very interested. It seemed that without Peter Pettigrew as a helper, Voldemort's road to resurrection had to take a different path from the original plot.

While wizards were arguing over this topic, the battle in Gringotts had come to an end; the goblins still did not give the Aurors a chance to intervene, and a group of fully armed goblin guards dragged out three or four unconscious intruders and handed them over to the Aurors, but refused the Aurors' request to enter the underground vault to investigate.

Although Scrimgeour spoke in a stern voice, he was unable to force his way into Gringotts; even when he claimed that his witnesses had seen more than just these few intruders, the goblins directly repelled him with one sentence: "The other intruders were swallowed by the dragon guarding the vault."

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, Lin You turned back to the manor. Unlike other wizards who didn't know the truth, Earl Goff had enough channels to find out what happened in the underground vault.

But before Lin You could go and find out the news, another urgent message came: the British Museum was attacked and cultural relics were stolen.

(End of this chapter)