July 1992, London, England, The Knowledge Society.
Levi, accompanied by two capable assistants, was conducting a lecture on Dark Magic.
"Last time we talked about how the power of the Unforgivable Curses depends on the magnitude of our malice, and how to instantly amplify our negative emotions through incantations to increase the destructive power of Dark Magic.
Today, we'll continue this discussion. Joey, you'll give the first presentation."
"Yes, Professor!"
Joey, the assistant called upon, felt a chill run down his spine and walked solemnly to the podium.
After Joey stood still, some familiar students quietly gave him a fist bump for encouragement, to which Joey returned a smile.
To anyone watching, the entire teaching atmosphere was harmonious and commendable.
The premise, of course, was that they weren't studying Dark Magic.
"Ahem."
Joey coughed lightly, about to speak, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the professor gripping his wand tightly and striding forward.
This action usually meant—the Aurors had arrived!
"Wizards have invaded."
"Joey, take them and get out of here with the key. Camille, come with me to meet them."
"Yes!"
Joey, wand in hand, led the students away. No one panicked throughout the entire process—they knew Aurors by heart.
Although those students were among the best in the magical world, they were far from being a match for the professor and his two teaching assistants.
Rather than worrying about being caught by those 'parasites,' they were more upset about the interruption of their class.
"Damn Aurors! I stayed up two nights in a row preparing for this class, and they had to come looking for trouble now?"
"Relax, buddy, the professor shouldn't need half an hour to deal with them. We'll just continue in a different place."
A long-haired student reassured his agitated companion, and the two quickly followed the group away.
Their complaints went unpunished.
In fact, not only the students thought so, but the two teaching assistants and even Levi himself thought the same.
Dealing with a few Aurors was a piece of cake; if they weren't careful not to kill them, the three of them together could finish the fight in a minute.
But this time, the situation seemed different.
"You transformed this entire classroom with your Transfiguration? Levi, you're even more impressive than I imagined."
A gentle, aged voice arrived with unexpected speed.
Immediately afterward, a tall figure emerged from the light. Upon recognizing the newcomer, the entire classroom instantly lost all sound and color.
Everyone's gaze was involuntarily fixed on that figure, their hearts trembling with fear!
Because standing before them was Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard in the entire wizarding world since the 19th century.
In his hands, he held the house-elf Barton, responsible for security.
Even knowing his identity, the loyal elf still bared its teeth and claws, desperately trying to break free from the old man's grasp.
"Oh, friend, can you relax a little?"
Dumbledore whispered to his faithful servant.
An invisible pressure instantly enveloped Barton with the words, rendering him immobile, only able to utter weak groans.
"Everyone leave immediately. Joey and Camille stay,"
Levi calmly ordered.
Joey, who was supposed to lead the students away, gripped his wand tightly and stood without hesitation beside his professor!
He and Camille exchanged a glance, both seeing the tremor in each other's pupils, but no matter when or where, they would stand firmly by their professor's side!
"Joey, Camille, Three Elements Array."
"Yes, Professor!"
Two people stood on either side of Levi behind him, forming a fixed sixty-degree angle. With a "thud," Levi's wand pointed to the ground, and a blue light emerged from beneath his feet, instantly connecting with the two behind him to form a six-pointed star magic circle.
"A Three Elements Magic Circle? Is this your personal research result?"
Dumbledore, wand in hand, smiled as he looked at his former student, not in a hurry to act.
He exuded a composure that only extreme confidence could possess, as if his mere presence had already sealed the fate of everything, and no matter how much the dozen or so people in front of him resisted, the outcome would not change in the slightest.
However, Dumbledore was still pondering how to proceed.
"Professor, are you here to arrest me?"
Seeing that Dumbledore wasn't going to attack immediately, Levi wouldn't be so tactless as to launch a preemptive strike.
"The Ministry of Magic contacted me, vehemently claiming that a 'dark wizard' comparable to Helbo's is being born. He's bewitching people, forming cliques, and repeatedly using force to resist Auror arrests, posing a great threat."
"Professor, you don't believe that, do you? That's pure exaggeration."
Dumbledore looked at Levi, carefully scrutinizing this student who had graduated 14 years ago, his emotions complex.
Fourteen years ago, his attention had been entirely focused on James and his group, rarely noticing this unassuming student.
During the Wizarding Wars, this student had never appeared in anyone's sight; he had assumed the student was dead.
Unexpectedly, 14 years later, he quietly rose to prominence, gradually becoming a source of worry for the Ministry of Magic.
In every era, there are wizards with ulterior motives who pursue the power of Dark Magic.
This time, it seems that evil fate has once again befallen the students of Hogwarts?
"Levi, you're putting me in a difficult position."
"If I could, I wouldn't want to fight with students I once took pride in."
Dumbledore held his wand, watching the students silently leave, subtly sensing their emotions.
Anxiety, sorrow, anger, hope—among these many complex emotions, there was no fear.
No.
Fear was present, but only of his arrival.
For Levi, these students felt only worry and hope; they saw no sign of him being controlled or coerced. Although they were all pursuing Dark Magic, he was indeed different from Tom.
However, it was precisely because the harm hadn't yet escalated that Dumbledore needed to convince himself to make a firm decision and nip this dangerous seed in the bud.
"Professor, can we reconcile?"
As a transmigrator who had read Harry Potter, Levi naturally knew how powerful Dumbledore was.
A top-tier figure in the entire wizarding world, a character existing only in legends and biographies.
After defeating Voldemort, no other wizard was worthy of his personal attention.
It was precisely for this reason that Levi increasingly couldn't understand why Dumbledore would personally approach him.
Although the study of Dark Magic was strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic, Levi had never used it to harm anyone.
Even when facing the Aurors who came to arrest him, he defeated them using Transfiguration and a Sleeping Charm, leaving them without even a scratch.
Dumbledore shouldn't believe the Ministry's baseless accusations. There were countless dark wizards outside far more 'wicked' than him, so why single him out?
Levi could never have imagined that it was precisely his 'indulgence' that had provoked the Ministry, leading them to angrily confront Dumbledore after repeated failures.
At this moment, only one thing occupied his mind:
Could this battle be avoided?
(End of Chapter)