Chapter 828
The Principal's Another Lesson
Chapter 828 Another Lesson from the Principal
In a quiet coffee shop above the terminal, everyone was startled by the explosion and thunder. They first hid in a distance, but when they saw that there was no danger, they all gathered in front of the window to watch.
Among them, two customers remained motionless, calmly looking down through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the raging flames on the runway below and the lightning that still occasionally streaked across the night sky.
Holding his coffee cup, Wade murmured in admiration:
"What an amazing weather spell! To be able to control something of this scale with such precision."
Sitting opposite him, Dumbledore smiled slightly and said gently:
"With your talent and understanding of the nature of magic, sooner or later, Vader, you will be able to do this... or even surpass it."
Then, he tapped the table lightly with his fingertip and said:
"However, I suggest you first learn about Muggle theories of meteorology—they always manage to describe the laws governing the operation of everything in a way that is closer to the essence of the world, and it can also bring us unexpected inspiration."
Wade nodded and said, "I will."
His gaze shifted to the Muggle commander with a furrowed brow, and he said:
"The time was too short, and the traces left behind were not handled perfectly. If they had been determined to investigate further, they would have definitely found many inconsistencies."
"Ah, there's really no need to worry too much about that."
Dumbledore gently set down his teacup, the porcelain making a crisp clinking sound.
He said, "Even if that dutiful superior wrote down his concerns in a report and requested an investigation, it would ultimately not cause any significant disturbance that could threaten us."
Wade raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the principal.
Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the table and chuckled:
"You should know by now, Vader... In Britain, when each prime minister first takes office, the Minister of Magic will personally meet with him to announce the existence of the wizarding world, and... the two sides will reach a certain understanding to ensure the smooth operation of society."
Wade immediately recalled the magical portrait he had seen in the original story, the one in the Prime Minister's office, and Kingsley, who had gone to give it to the Prime Minister as a secretary.
He paused for a moment, then posed a somewhat pointed question:
"But...wouldn't a Muggle prime minister secretly break this 'tacit agreement'? Just like the Purgers and those powerful figures we dealt with before, secretly researching magic and harming wizards."
He knew more about the non-magical world than most wizards, so... Wade was also less trusting of assurances from "Muggles" than most wizards.
Wizards often mistakenly treat Muggles as a chaotic whole, forgetting that among billions of people, there are always all sorts of ideas, and generalizations cannot be made.
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes crinkled into a smile, and he said with an approving expression:
"It's good to be vigilant, but the Purgers... their formation has very specific historical reasons. But the Muggle Prime Minister... he is only 'one person'."
After a pause, the headmaster continued, "He has no way of discussing with others how to deal with the magical world, and he cannot tell others that there are still a large number of wizards in the world."
"Because he is under the spotlight, once he starts 'talking nonsense,' people will just think he's gone mad, and his political enemies will be overjoyed to oust him from power."
"Like every prime minister in the past, they never mentioned the existence of 'another world' to their subordinates or successors because they subconsciously felt that no one would believe them."
"Of course, the Ministry of Magic is not blindly and arrogantly placing all its hopes on the promises of the Muggle Prime Minister. If he does have any dangerous thoughts of targeting wizards, the Ministry of Magic will know immediately."
"Dumbledore said meaningfully. In an instant, several prime ministers who had died suddenly during their terms flashed through Vader's mind, and some coincidences that he had not thought much about before now seemed to have reasonable explanations.
"Then you need to learn how to see the world, Wade."
Dumbledore's voice pulled him back from his thoughts; he heard the old man say in a low voice:
"Don't limit your vision to the level of individual confrontation... If strength could be measured in such a simple way, Grindelwald's cause would not have failed."
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The torrential rain finally extinguished the flames on the runway, but the plane was left with only charred wreckage.
The remains of that colossal creature, capable of carrying hundreds of people, were still quite spectacular. The twisted metal emitted wisps of smoke, resembling the remains of an ancient behemoth, appearing particularly desolate after being washed by the torrential rain.
Dumbledore said, "What keeps the wizarding world on its guard and on its guard... what keeps our secrets, has never been any particular Muggle..."
"Whether they are presidents or prime ministers of major powers, or warlords and tycoons who can influence the political situation, they are all just fragile ordinary people in the face of magic."
"What truly threatens the magical world... has always been the hundreds of millions of ordinary Muggles. They are like drops of water; the power of an individual is extremely limited, but when they come together, they are enough to unleash a world-destroying wave."
"That is the most vast ocean that the shamans who want to break the Secret Law will eventually have to face, and that all wizards will ultimately have to confront."
Wade stared at Dumbledore's profile, the streaks of rain on the glass reflected in his eyes, while the blue eyes opposite him seemed to see through everything.
For the first time, this elder, who always spoke of "love," "protection," and "peace and stability," stopped mentioning those warm but illusory changes and instead so nakedly and coldly dissected the true laws underlying the undercurrents of the world.
The prime minister governs the common people, whose vast power terrifies the wizards, while the wizards, who come and go without a trace, silence the prime minister.
The three form a stable yet cruel closed loop, in which the ordinary people, who represent the loop, seem the most vulnerable and have the least say, but in reality, they possess the most powerful force.
A brief silence filled the space between the two, with only the distant firelight outside the window flickering in Wade's eyes.
He picked up the now slightly cool cup, took a sip, and got down to business:
"On the day before I left for the United States, I received a message from Ms. Picquari that she wanted to convey to you."
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore sat up slightly, his eyes lighting up, and asked, "What did she say?"
“It’s a memory, a rather long one,” Wade asked. “Do you have time to understand it now?”
“Of course.” Dumbledore downed his coffee in one gulp and said, “I can’t wait.”
Seeing this, Wade also finished his coffee in one gulp. As he put down his cup and stood up, his gaze inadvertently swept over the principal's empty cup.
At the bottom of the cup, there was a layer of undissolved sugar mixed with the coffee, giving it an unusually sweet taste.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he subtly withdrew his gaze, leaving his seat with Dumbledore.
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