Mysterious Journey
Chapter 563: The Nonexistent Death Eater
Elenor raised her eyebrows, neither denying Dumbledore's label for her nor refuting it. Instead, she contemplated it thoughtfully and spoke with utter conviction, her delicate face showing no signs of panic or shyness.
Casting a glance at Dumbledore's grave expression, Elenor nimbly walked behind the old wizard and expertly massaged his stiff shoulders, acting like a little granddaughter doting on her grandparents, casually saying, "Professor Dumbledore, you don't think I'm planning to sacrifice myself for the entire wizarding world, do you? Relax, even you said I'm a mini Dark Lord. How could I do something so silly... Grandpa definitely wouldn't allow it either."
Although Albus Dumbledore hadn't explicitly stated it, Elenor had already discerned the old wizard's concerns from his words and expressions, feeling a warmth in her heart—the old radish, after all, was a good person at heart.
Clearly, having experienced a similar script once before, Dumbledore didn't wish to see the story of a hero defeating a Dark Lord repeated.
Especially after waking up this morning and not seeing Grindelwald, Dumbledore's unease had intensified, leading him to summon Elenor to his office first thing in the morning, indirectly inquiring about their various secret activities.
"As for Grandpa? He's probably preparing Easter gifts. After all, it's Easter today."
Looking at the still-silent old wizard, Elenor stuck out her tongue and increased the pressure of her hands slightly, diligently massaging Dumbledore's shoulders while casually answering his earlier questions.
Easter gifts? Who was this little girl trying to fool?
Although it was indeed Easter today, it wasn't Christmas, and there was no need for extra gifts.
The significance of Easter in the non-magical world lies in its embodiment of the essence of Christian faith, which is to praise the Holy Son and thank him for bearing the sins of all mankind, indicating the path to heaven through suffering—unfortunately, wizards don't believe in this.
For wizards, it was merely seen as interesting, so they found a reason to take a break and have fun.
Dumbledore glanced at the small hands massaging his shoulders, the gravity on his face softening slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. After a moment of thought, he decided to slowly inquire in a different way.
"Then, how do you plan to end the conflict? Voldemort is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital."
"Of course, it won't involve poor Professor Quirrell. Didn't we already say that all of this was a retaliatory conspiracy carried out by Death Eaters lurking in the wizarding world for the return of the Dark Lord?"
"It's not that simple..."
Dumbledore shook his head, saying with a complex expression, "So many years have passed, although the Ministry of Magic has always claimed that it hasn't been able to confirm the specific identities of the Death Eaters, many wizards are actually mostly aware of it... Those stubborn, die-hard Death Eaters have been thrown into Azkaban, and the remaining ones who once went astray are also under surveillance..."
Before Voldemort revealed his true colors, there were quite a few wizards in the wizarding world who supported him.
The vast majority of pure-blood wizarding families agreed to maintain the purity of the wizard bloodline, get rid of Muggle-born individuals, and allow pure-bloods to hold power. Joining Voldemort as a Death Eater wasn't such a terrible decision at the time.
In fact, many pure-blood wizarding families took pride in this, considering it a heroic act of defending honor and bloodline.
However, as people gradually discovered that Voldemort was unscrupulous in order to gain power, using various fears to dominate others, becoming increasingly irritable, cold-blooded, and insane, the pure-blood wizarding families finally realized that they had supported a monster that could swallow even them, and turned around to try to resist and evade Voldemort.
And during this process of joining, hesitating, and betraying, the Death Eaters initially didn't have the habit of wearing masks, so there was no question of concealing anything. Due to family ties, people were quite familiar with each other.
Therefore, after Voldemort's downfall, it was less a matter of the Ministry of Magic's negligence in the investigation, and more a case of *fa bu ze zhong* (the law does not punish the masses)—except for those lunatics who were still recklessly harming others after Voldemort disappeared, the rest were let go.
"Do you understand? Perhaps you can make up an excuse and blame it on Gringotts, but when you try to shift these sins onto one or several specific wizards, you can't just rely on fabrication."
Dumbledore patted the small hand on his shoulder, turned around, and looked at Elenor with his blue eyes.
"Pursuing absolute justice is a very difficult thing. In short, your pLAn-A won't work. Tell me, what are your other backup plans—I know, with your habits, you never have just one plan."
"...Sorry."
Elenor met Dumbledore's hopeful gaze, shook her head, and said softly.
"This time, there is indeed only one plan—if life is a game with countless choices, then in my eyes, there is only this one path to a happy ending."
"...Is that so? What a stubborn girl."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then let out a long breath, his eyes slowly becoming firm.
"I understand, then let's make people believe all of this as much as possible, and then, let time smooth things over..."
"No, Professor Dumbledore, you might be thinking a bit too pessimistically—the situation isn't that bad yet."
Elenor smiled slightly and took out a neatly folded business registration certificate from her bulging chest, solemnly handing it to Dumbledore. This familiar scene couldn't help but remind the old man of some terrible deja vu.
Come to think of it, that little girl had used this method to take the property certificate of Hogwarts out, right?
Dumbledore's gaze instinctively wandered over Elenor's chest, which had become flat again, his eyebrows twitching involuntarily. This child wouldn't have cast an Undetectable Extension Charm on her chest, stuffing everything into it...
"Hey! Look at this, not at me!"
Elenor patted the table somewhat dissatisfied, drawing Dumbledore's attention back to the table.
"Take a closer look at this, Professor. Do you know why I had to spend a lot of money to open a shop in Knockturn Alley instead of Diagon Alley, which has higher traffic? Because only there can I anonymously or under an alias register a shop..."
"Similarly, only there can I perfectly give a certain industry to someone from the very beginning..."
"Regardless... whether this person is alive or dead..."
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Chapter Two! Oh my god!!