Allen looked up at Dumbledore, and his eyes did not change. Allen's fingers gently buckled the armrest of the chair a few times, just as Dumbledore looked disappointed after discovering that the guess in his heart was confirmed.

"Albus, I'll show you something." Allen smiled at Dumbledore and took his hand to his pocket. "It's hard-won for the production spanning thousands of years. It's a very important treasure for Royner and me."

Hearing Allen's intimate name for Ravenclaw Dumbledore did not move a trace of his hair except for his eyes squinted. The face with a curved nose fell quietly on the ground, and he watched Allen's movements calmly.

Alan's pale and slender palm spread out in front of Dumbledore, and a blood-red stone with irregular shape appeared in his palm - Alan generously displayed the Philosopher's Stone in front of Dumbledore.

"In my original perception, the Philosopher's Stone is not a wonderful thing... Allen, you must know that it is of no benefit to people. In what way does the increased lifespan appear..." Dumbledore's calm posture was broken, but it did not explode immediately. He just seemed even more confused. "In my original perception, for people with a very clear mind, death is just another great adventure... But Ms. Ravenclaw told us at the time that she was fighting with death... So what are you making the Philosopher's Stone?"

"I think we are honest enough now, so I don't need to avoid suspicion and use it is not easy to fake, but it will make our heads wet, right? Just be simple and show you what a great adventure you think is like..." Allen asked for a while and saw Dumbledore not objecting, so he waved his hand and attracted the skull water pipe from the cabinet.

Then he took a deep breath, spitting out the illusions he saw after falling into the underworld, and in 1066 the Muggle invaders did to England, showing some of the things that the Muggle invaders did to Dumbledore.

"For greater benefit, I did use some Muggles... But these people were originally in history... Well, although my active participation in this history itself, they were destined to die in history, so instead of letting them suffer these in the underworld..." Alan lowered his eyes and held the Philosopher's Stone in his palm, "I know what you want to say, Albus, I do not have the power to judge these invaders with the power to feel that they live and die, but I don't have the perfect solution to everything... I can't make everyone like me, I can only wait for them to hate me or live..."

"If this is true... it is indeed more beneficial to the wizard society than the true face of death. Only then can we avoid panic... Muggles..." Dumbledore pondered, and then seemed to be considering the lines. He could not decide what attitude to face such things for a while. "I heard the hints and warnings you revealed, and understood that your relationship with Ms. Lavenclaw seems to be closer than I thought... But even if Ms. Lavenclaw is not your opponent, but Alan, are you sure what she told you must be true? You should know that when she appeared on the holy day... it also looked very dangerous..."

"We are indeed fighting the god of death." Alan said no more but emphasized, "As you once said, it is not his ability to determine a person's fate, but his choice."

"So I won't be in a hurry to make a choice this time, especially if I don't understand or confirm it... Although it's not easy for an elderly person like me to change my thinking, at least this time I will try not to judge things with my inherent ideas like before... I will try to investigate and reconcile these things so that we can make a conclusion later." Dumbledore asked calmly, but his eyes seemed surprisingly pleaded with some pleadings, "As for the last question... what do you think of the secret law of the International Wizards Federation?"

"Albus, my attitude towards confidentiality is not important, and it can even be said that the attitude of the wizards is not important..." Allen's voice was much gentler. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out a stack of information and a triangle disc from the drawer and put it in front of Dumbledore. "If you have a wizard TV installed at home, you can go back and take a look. Now the technology of the Muggles is similar to their magic, but their progress over the past century has been much faster than ours... Recently, the computer network invented by the Muggles is like a huge spider web spread all over the world, turning the muggles all over the world

We connect together... It allows people all over the world to communicate and share information at any time, and can check the information happening everywhere without leaving home... I have conducted investigations and divination. In a few years, no matter where the news videos and audios that occur, they will be immediately uploaded to the Internet and known to Muggles all over the world... And in a short time, we cannot get so many thunderbirds and whistle demons..." (Author's note: For some reason, there is no risk of exposure in the wizarding world nineteen years after the end of Ha Qi.)

"Wealth and life... you already have it for those who own the Philosopher's Stone... Then your actions in recent times are naturally not for money, which are not very beneficial to us..." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes looked at Allen very seriously through the crescent-shaped glasses: "And now the magic world is causing a lot of trouble... you take the initiative to seek cooperation with Muggles..." He paused, "That is to say, if this model can be promoted smoothly... Seeing the benefits generated from it, this can be easily imitated even without the nuclear and floating city. Do you want other countries to participate in this cooperation model that has more connections with Muggles?"

"Although my 'good friend' and I have a different concept, it's different in essence... Albus, I also have two 'good friends', and they are both Muggles... Their families are also living in the floating city." Alan slowly leaned back back to his chair, "I already have a floating city. In terms of its current scale, I can already hold all the wizards in the British wizarding world, and I can continue to expand it." Alan's voice seemed very proud, "It can not only float in the sky, but also allow us to live normally at the bottom of the sea after opening the shield. After being cast the unmarked and Muggle expulsion spell, I am not worried that Muggles will discover its existence, but I cannot completely let wizards all over the world close their country like this. Moreover, through further laws, it is also very inhumane to make Muggles and wizards of mixed-blood origin tear apart their other half..."

"Thank you very much for your honesty, but you know, no matter which of your messages is enough for anyone to digest for a while." Dumbledore picked up his coke and drank it all. Then he stood up and took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Besides death, it seems that I have to live in the Muggle world for a while..."

Today, Dumbledore's relatively open-minded and neutral attitude also made Allen look a little happy. When he saw Dumbledore intending to leave, he hurriedly called him, "Please wait, Albus..."

"Alan?" Dumbledore was just halfway around and paused unexpectedly.

"I have received information from the people in my lineup. Recently, Tom will go to Newmongaard to find the old wand... He seems to have learned about the Deathly Hallows from where he learned that this wand has appeared in the hands of your old friend..." Allen said as he took out the wand he was making from his waist bag. "I have a gift for your old friend, the elderberry stick body, and the tail feather of the Nightshade as the stick core... I originally planned to send it to explain the situation anonymously, but I think you would be willing to wait for me to finish it for a few minutes and bring it over?" Without waiting for Dumbledore's surprise reaction, Allen shouted at the mark on his arm, "Herena, and let her bring the wand I was making on the table to the principal's office."

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at the wand in Allen's hand through crescent-shaped glasses. His slender fingers were angrily pointed at each other. After knocking a few times, he finally sighed helplessly: "Is it because of that legend - the person who owns three death hallows is the master of Death God? I am quite happy. For this old wand and not to hurt my life, you chose to go around such a big circle. This shows that your behavior and behavior can still maintain the bottom line." Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "It's just that your evil taste makes Harry and I no longer able to eat almond cakes..."

"If the problem of death is solved and they are not damaged, I will try to return the things that belonged to you and Harry. After all, this is more commemorative than it works, right?" Thinking of the embarrassing appearance of the old man in front of the cave, Alan bit his tongue and did not make him laugh, but felt the anger in his heart that was not his age in his eyes, he took a deep breath and said with a stern face, "If I can make you happy... Albus, Royna and I not only out of curiosity... In addition to drinking all the poison that Voldemort originally placed in the basin, I have also tried the laxative you took..."

The memory of that night suddenly appeared in Dumbledore's mind under Allen's reminder - Allen's face was not good at the time, and he looked like he had eaten the wrong thing and came to ask for medicine together with the little girl in Ravenclaw. He suddenly looked up at Allen. What Allen just said was that he and Royner took it together?!!!

But before he could ask, Helena and her excited voice suddenly emerged from the mirror on the wall, "Dad! I've brought you what you want."
Chapter completed!