Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 351 Chapter : Door-to-door service

Only a few people were able to see through the true purpose of Minister Cornelius Fudge's appearance at Hogwarts; the younger students, including the politically ignorant teachers - who made up the majority of the Hogwarts teaching staff - simply hated this pretentious and absent-minded fat old man.

Of course, the Minister did not condescend to this point to please those ignorant teachers and students; he firmly took a seat next to Dumbledore with his huge belly.

"Mr. Minister, do you want to meet with the Death Eater Karkaroff as soon as possible?" The bad-tempered Moody couldn't stand it anymore and deliberately made a thorny remark on the most sensitive issue of Minister Fudge. "In my opinion, there is no need to go through so much trouble. If you want to find out the news about Barty Jr. through the Death Eaters, we can just arrest Karkaroff and give him a bottle of Veritaserum and we will know everything."

Fudge was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot, just like he had suddenly encountered a curled-winged demon in the night. "No, no, Mr. Moody; Karkaroff is the headmaster of Durmstrang and our guest of honor. You can't do that."

"Sorry, I almost forgot that Death Eaters are always the Minister's guests of honor." Moody sneered; when he said this, he did not look at the Minister of Magic, but looked outside the school like other teachers and students, but the magic eyes on his face stretched out long, staring straight at Cornelius Fudge around his temple.

The Minister's face flushed red. He looked around but could not see anyone willing to help him out. He had to make a weak defense himself: "That's all in the past, Mr. Moody. I have to remind you that your words are inappropriate now and will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble to the guests of Hogwarts."

"I know how to deal with Death Eaters better than you do." Moody didn't give Fudge any face, but continued to tease, "It's a good idea for you to come to Karkaroff. It was him who betrayed Barty Jr. and put him in jail. If he knew Karkaroff was here, he might come for revenge! Maybe you can really catch a big fish."

Mad-Eye was no longer teasing, but teasing. Fortunately, guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived at this time and rescued the Minister from his embarrassing situation.

Young and beautiful boys and girls filed out of the flying carriage, while tall and strong "Vikings" lined up on the sailboat; Lin You felt that when Ms. Rowling described this scene, she probably referred to the entrance of athletes at the opening ceremony of a large-scale competition, and later the audiovisual effects of the entrance ceremony were enhanced when it was adapted into a movie.

Earl Goff had been hiding in the castle tower; through magic he was able to hear clearly the quarrel between Minister Fudge and "Uncle Ace", and also had a panoramic view of the appearance of teachers and students from the two schools.

So far, aside from the appearance of Cornelius Fudge himself, everything has been normal - until Karkaroff appears in sight.

The last person to get off the sailboat was a middle-aged man with long hair, a short goatee, and a long robe. Although he was not tall, even shorter than most of the students at Rumstrong, he still looked more impressive than everyone else.

The most striking thing about this person is not his appearance or temperament, but the powerful magical fluctuations that are faintly visible from the inside out; although this fluctuation is a manifestation of his inability to stably control his own magic power, the power of his magic is unquestionable.

"Is this person Karkaroff? Did they change the actor?" Lin You couldn't help but mutter to himself as he watched from afar; he turned his head to look at the welcoming crowd at Hogwarts. Among those people were many of Karkaroff's old acquaintances, so he shouldn't have recognized the wrong person.

As a result, everyone who had known Karkaroff before showed an expression of disbelief. Obviously, they all recognized Karkaroff, but they all felt that they had recognized the wrong person.

Whether in the original novel or the adapted film, Karkaroff is a cunning, shameless, cowardly clown who always looks at others with sharp and gloomy eyes; he blatantly tramples on the principle of fairness in front of others, and is terrified by the restoration of the Death Eater mark on his arm. In the end, when he learned that Voldemort had resurrected, he even ignored his duties as the headmaster and ran away, abandoning his students.

If Karkaroff had been able to stand guard for the last time and bring the students back to school, his reputation would not have been so bad that he would be ridiculed by everyone in and outside the book after his death.

It can be said responsibly that Igor Karkaroff finally left people with the impression of being an out-and-out villain and clown. Anyone who knew him in the past would not think that the middle-aged man coming down from the magic sailboat at this moment would be Karkaroff.

If Karkaroff had this ability back then, the leader of the Death Eaters might not have been Voldemort!

"This is a blatant attempt to offend me!" A large group of people were shocked, but the writer was the only one who was angry; Lin You was holding a dark wooden wand in his hand, and his face was even darker than the wood.

Karkaroff's change can only be an "unknown" thing deliberately created by someone with ulterior motives. There can be no other reason. Now we must take him down and find out the reason for his sudden increase in magic power.

Just as Lin You was still considering whether to take action now or wait until night to sneak up to Karkaroff's bedside, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold blue-black light in the distant night sky.

The cold light came very quickly, and when Lin You caught it with his peripheral vision, the light was still in the distant sky, almost obscured by the stars in the night sky; but when Lin You turned his gaze, the light was already less than three feet away from him.

Just a moment of "raising eyes" and it crosses the starry sky and points directly to the writer.

It was not until this time that Lin You saw the true nature of the light: it was a huge flying axe that was spinning and flying. Although it stopped in mid-air, the terrifying wind pressure was blowing in his face, and even the tower was rustling.

The loud noise startled the wizards who were chatting by the lake. They all looked up, but found nothing in their sight. Because Lin You had already left, and took the flying axe into the dimensional space and took it away with him.

There were layers of dimensional space gates. Lin You walked briskly between different portals, and finally crossed the entire forbidden forest and found his target at the border at the other end.

He was a sturdy man over two meters tall, standing on the grass beside the forbidden forest, holding a huge axe in his hand and raising his hand as if throwing.

The giant axe was the same shape as the flying axe seized by Lin You, so it can be imagined that the two axes came from the same place; and looking at his movements, it was clear that he was about to throw the second one after throwing the first giant axe, but his body was fixed by an invisible mysterious force and he could not move.

Lin You looked at the other person's armor leisurely, gradually reconciling the image of this person with his past memories.

"Tianji Star, Jörmungandr." After getting the answer, Lin You stood in front of the giant; although the 16-year-old boy was tall, he was more than two heads shorter than the other. The strong man's body was fixed, but his mind and consciousness were still functioning normally; he looked down at the boy in front of him, trying his best but unable to break free from the mysterious power controlling his body. What made him even more uneasy was that his own microcosm suddenly became silent. The powerful force that was almost comparable to that of a god disappeared without a trace the moment he threw the flying axe.

"Which Nordic god sent you here?" Lin You took two steps back while speaking, creating some distance between himself and the giant. This way, he wouldn't have to keep looking up while talking to him.

The giant said nothing—although the mysterious power had not deprived him of the feeling of his five senses, he could still speak.

"Big Dipper, there are eight people in your God Warrior system, seven bright and one dark. How many have awakened now?" Lin You asked questions one after another, "Hasn't anyone told you that your power is rejected by the material plane? Without the permission of the author, your microcosm cannot exist in the material plane of the big world. It's ridiculous that you actually used the power of your microcosm to attack me."

Perhaps angered by Lin You's mocking expression, the giant finally couldn't help but yelled, "Impossible, your restraint isn't that strong! You shouldn't be that strong!"

The giant's voice matched his size, as deep and powerful as a bell.

"Isn't it clear now whether it exists or not, and whether it should be done or not?" Lin You raised his hand lightly, and the armor on the giant man's body suddenly trembled, and then fell off by itself without the owner's consent, forming an original form - imitating the image of the giant snake Jörmungandr in Norse mythology.

“In the big world, everything that is rewritten and determined by the quill pen is under my control. You are what I say you are; not even the true God can resist it, and no one can change it.” Lin You calmly stated the facts, without any emotion in his tone.

The quill pen is about "no regrets after writing". Before rewriting, you can negotiate, coerce, obstruct and other means, but after writing, it becomes an iron rule; unless the writer agrees, it cannot be changed.

Because every stroke of the pen does not represent the will of the writer or a certain god, but the collective will of mankind in the real dimension represented by the "real factor"; that is the most powerful and fundamental force in the virtual dimension.

The writer is merely a representative who exercises this power.

However, the giant in front of him seemed to be completely unable to accept this explanation; his face was full of resentment and anger, and he roared: "You are lying, lying! If you say so, there should be no 'Ragnarok', and all this would not happen."

"I don't understand what you're saying. Norse mythology's 'Ragnarok' is not a story I wrote, so what does it have to do with me?" Lin You took the opportunity to ask questions calmly. The giant didn't look very smart, so it would be a pity if he didn't take the opportunity to ask some questions.

"True gods are immortal! Isn't this the rule you wrote down?" The giant roared as he struggled to break free from the restraints. "Why is there still 'Ragnarok'? Why do gods still die? The divine authority you claim to be is fake. You have deceived the gods."

"Oh, I did write such a rule." The writer did not deny it. He was familiar with this rule which was written when the Saint Seiya story was integrated. It was after this rule was written that the big world had the small universe. In other words, the giant man in front of him had the opportunity to stand here and roar.

"The problem is that rules are rules and reality is reality. When the two conflict, you have to make a choice." Lin You said with a smile, and his persuasive tone seemed to be teaching the giant a lesson. "The immortality of the true God and the death of the gods in Ragnarok, this is an obvious logical contradiction; but... in the virtual dimension, logical contradictions are not irreconcilable. Do you know what the result of the reconciliation depends on?"

The giant didn't answer, but just glared at him.

Lin You did not expect the other party to come up with a timely joke. He asked and answered himself, "Let me tell you, the result depends on the will of the humans in the real dimension. I can write down the rules with a quill pen because I have used the power of the will of the humans in the real dimension. Whether the story of 'Twilight of the Gods' will happen also depends on the will of the humans in the real dimension. The conflicting parties, whichever side has the stronger willpower, will be realized.

When the real dimension humans have a higher degree of recognition of 'Ragnarok', the rule that the true gods are immortal will become invalid; it is like a subject temporarily being exempted from the execution of the law. In other words, 'Ragnarok' is inevitable because the real dimension humans want it to happen, and they also believe that this story is bound to happen. This collective willpower from the real dimension is too strong, and it is not something that I or any god can reverse or change. "

As Lin You talked, the giant's expression changed from anger and rejection to doubt and confusion. The hostility on his face seemed to be gradually replaced by a clear stupidity.

However, the writer did not give the other party time to think and understand slowly, but slapped the other party's arm suddenly - the shoulder was not enough to reach - and asked: "I have explained it very clearly, now it's your turn to answer the question; who sent you to attack me?"

The giant was awakened by a slap in the face. When he heard the question, he couldn't help but snorted coldly with a look of contempt.

"Think carefully, stupid guy, the guy who instigated you to do something stupid had no good intentions at all." Lin You spoke sincerely, "Not long ago, we just began to suspect that the Norse God system had a plan to destroy the world, but we couldn't find any substantial evidence. I was still worried, and then you jumped out and attacked me. Using your identity as a god warrior, you helped us to confirm the evidence in time..."

This was much simpler than the previous explanation of the "truth factor" and the "collective will", and even the giant with his clear stupidity understood it immediately; he almost turned pale on the spot.

The writer's questions were like a string of cannonballs: "How many of you God Warriors have awakened? Who is responsible for communicating with the will of the great world? Whose orders are you accepting now? Where is the person who gave you the order now?"

The giant's face was filled with gloom, but he clenched his teeth and refused to speak.

"Don't want to talk? That's okay! I can't pry your mouth open, but when we get to the Garden of Eden, I'll naturally have a way to deal with you."

Lin You had a smile on his face, but he spoke with gritted teeth; he was not angry at the giant man for his indifference, but at the mastermind behind the scenes who was plotting sinister moves.

"First they sent clues, then they sent evidence; they provided considerate service, delivered goods to your doorstep, and sold the Norse pantheon thoroughly, packing them up and sending them directly to the judgment seat. Is this a plan to provoke a new round of war among the gods?"

(End of this chapter)