Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 330 Sir Morgan's "Unknown" Results

"I feel something is wrong, Dumbledore." Lin You said, looking at the figure under the street light, "Just seeing that cloak reminds me of many uncomfortable images; it's as if all the bad things in my memory have become vivid at this moment."

"Dementors? But I don't have that feeling." Although Dumbledore was confused and puzzled, he did not ignore the danger revealed in Lin You's words; as he himself said, "sudden impulse" is a phenomenon worthy of vigilance for some wizards.

The figure under the street light was walking quietly, his shadow lying across his feet, thick and deep, more than twice his height. Following his footsteps, the shadow moved gently like a giant python; but it was unclear whether it was the figure moving or the light.

At this moment, another person came out from the shadows; he was also wearing a robe and a hood, and his face was completely invisible. But the ambushing wizards knew that it was Alastor Moody who had drunk the Polyjuice Potion.

Mad-Eyes is a man of great skill and courage who insists on acting as bait himself; in his words, he must meet and talk with the other party in person to know when to issue the correct instructions.

Lin You was hiding far from the street, so although he could see them, he couldn't hear their conversation. Moody took out a carefully forged golden wine flask from under his robe and placed it at his feet, then stepped back two steps; the mysterious buyer on the opposite side walked forward slowly, stopped two steps away, and stretched out his right hand towards the wine flask.

It was only then that the others saw the other person's limbs and skin for the first time; what a strange hand it was! Each finger was long and thin, like a broken bamboo joint. From the fingertips to the palm, the whole hand was a bleak grayish white, like a dead person who had been soaked in potion for many years.

In almost an instant, the hand was retracted, and then the mysterious buyer seemed to say something, which made Moody furious.

"Nonsense... Integrity... This is the real thing! Slander... FK!" Moody yelled so loudly that even Lin You could vaguely make out a few words; especially when the last word was shouted out loudly, more than ten magical lights lit up in all directions and shot towards the street light.

Apparently, that word was the agreed-upon signal to take action.

So many magical lights converged towards one central point, almost blinding people's eyes; but the mysterious buyer did not fall down as the ambushers expected, but gently waved his sleeves, as if to wipe out all the light with a casual touch.

The knowledgeable wizards present widened their eyes almost at the same time; that was the effect of "Stop Curse", and it was a greatly enhanced "Stop Curse".

Before they could recover from the shock, the mysterious buyer had already stretched out a wand from under his sleeve and pointed it at the seller pretending to be Moody. Under the dim street lights, Moody seemed to have seen some incredible and horrifying scene, and suddenly froze on the spot - this was a mistake that should not have happened to a senior Auror.

The wizard on the other side did not show any mercy to Moody because he stood there in a daze. A pale green light gushed out from the tip of his staff, and Moody almost watched helplessly as the "Killing Curse" was cast. Everyone around him felt a chill on their backs at the same time, but they didn't even have time to scream, let alone rescue him.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose from under Moody's feet, like a layer of mist rising, just covering his figure.

The green light hit the "mist" and disappeared without a trace; behind the mist, "Mad-Eye" was safe and sound. Only then did the senior Auror shudder and stumble back, shouting, "You-Know-Who... is Voldemort! I recognize Voldemort's wand!"

After a shout, everything became silent, even the lights seemed to freeze.

The mysterious buyer hiding under the hood did not rush to chase. Instead, he watched the dust slowly fall in front of him, and then laughed sharply from the shadow of the hood: "Dumbledore, long time no see."

In the hiding place, Dumbledore did not respond, but turned to look at Lin You. Voldemort thought that it was the headmaster of Hogwarts who had just stopped the "Killing Curse", but he did not know that it was Earl Goff who saved him in time.

"That's your opponent, Professor Dumbledore; he is not my target." Lin You took root under his feet, motionless, with no intention of showing up.

Dumbledore knew that this was not a good time to ask further questions, so he could only walk out with a puzzled heart and face his second enemy in life.

When the mysterious buyer saw Dumbledore appear, he stopped laughing abruptly and raised his hand to lift up the hood on his head; under the hood was a face that even a die-hard Death Eater would find difficult to flatter.

His wrinkled face looked like he was in his seventies or eighties, and his pale gray skin made him look like he was about to lie in a coffin at any moment, or as if he had just crawled out of one. His neck was thin and long, and apart from a layer of skin covering the cervical vertebrae, there was nothing else that a normal person's body should have.

After everyone saw clearly, they all subconsciously thought that under the cloak was not a human body, but a skeleton. This appearance was unfamiliar to everyone present, but the wand in his hand was impressive.

When "Mad-Eye" shouted those words, they all recognized that it was the wand that Voldemort had once used: yew wood, with a phoenix feather core.

Someone holding Voldemort's wand may not necessarily be Voldemort, right?
Should... probably... definitely... must not be, right?

Lin You did not pay attention to the confrontation on the street, but kept staring at a dark corner behind him after Dumbledore left.

A familiar figure walked out from there; he was wearing a suit and a top hat, with the demeanor of a traditional British gentleman.

"Although I thought you would show up, I was still surprised to see you. What should I call you, Ares, the God of War, or Patrick Morgan?" Lin You thought gently, and his body was instantly covered with golden holy clothes. The artifact was dimmed, and the light was restrained; all the wizards outside were attracted by Voldemort and did not notice the changes in this dark corner.

"I just came to say hello to you, Writer." The man raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat as a greeting. "Actually, I don't care what you call me. Although I have absorbed most of the God of War's divine power, I am not obsessed with replacing His divine authority."

"Yes, you want to be the God of Truth, not the God of War. Are you here tonight to admire the results of your creation of the 'Unknown'?" Lin You pretended to be relaxed, "That thing outside that is neither human nor ghost, was it made by you using Heber's golden cup? It feels a bit crude."

The visitor smiled and said, "I just took the golden cup with me when I left the DC world. When the world was broken, Heber was blown away and his whereabouts were unknown, leaving only the cup in the ruins of Mount Olympus, which I picked up. My original intention was just to say hello to you, and the cup was just a waste. It's not worth wasting better things on a fool who can't even see through life and death."

Lin You sneered, "Using a divine tool to create the 'Unknown', just to say hello? That's a big deal!"

"Please forgive my arrogance, but this is indeed just a greeting, a signal of goodwill. Please believe that I actually hope to reach a cooperation with the writer." The visitor said, shaking his head.

(End of this chapter)