paranoianovel Chapter 78 Lynch's Viewpoint
Chapter 78 Lynch's Viewpoint
Chapter 78 Lynch's Viewpoint
A long silence fell over the headmaster's office. The news that Dumbledore had spoken was something Snape had never imagined.
Although somewhat embarrassed to admit it, in his heart, Jim Lynch was the kind of wizard he admired—
Powerful and wise, not bound by the rules of the world, and able to freely obtain what they want.
Just like the Dark Lord of old.
Yes, in his heart, Jim Lynch was actually the same type of person as the Dark Lord, except that Lynch was more cunning and bloodthirsty, while the Dark Lord was more brutal and terrifying.
People like them are born to wield magic wands, blast open all locked doors, solve all problems with magic, and make all disobedience fall at their feet!
But now, what does it mean to fund an election and legally control the Ministry of Magic?
Snape moved his lips, wanting to say something, but at that moment, he felt his mind was a little foggy.
Lynch's actions clashed violently with his preconceived notion of a "powerful wizard," as if he were seeing a fire dragon that should have been roaring in the wilderness suddenly donning a fine suit and beginning to lobby in the council hall.
In the end, he came up with something: "You can stand up against him."
Snape's voice carried a hint of urgency that he himself was unaware of, as if he were seeking a more familiar, more "wizard-like" way of fighting back.
Dumbledore shook his head slowly and heavily: "I cannot, Severus, that would mean taking on the burden of power."
I know all too well the allure and corruption of power... I am not suited to have power... because I know I would abuse it.
It could even lead to a worse situation.
That would be far from a blessing for the magical world.
Snape knew Dumbledore's almost obsessive wariness of power, and he knew he couldn't persuade the stubborn old man.
He stared at Dumbledore with a somber expression, his dark eyes swirling with resentment. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a question, tinged with a final struggle: "Is there really... nothing we can do?"
"We can warn the authorities." Dumbledore picked up the slightly chilled pumpkin juice on the table, put the last bit into his mouth, and the sweet liquid seemed unable to dispel the bitterness in his words. "But I'm afraid that won't do much good. Different ideas and factions are common among the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, and mutual attacks are the norm."
While Mr. Lynch's radical views may cause a great uproar, the times are different now than they were decades ago, and the pure-blood theory no longer has the absolute control of the discourse as it did in the past.
Moreover... with that mountain of endless Galleons, the direction of public opinion and the stance of officials can be easily reversed.
I believe he has a considerable chance of achieving his self-imposed goals.
He paused, his gaze drifting to the twilight sky outside the window. "Although this means the wizarding world will once again be plunged into an inevitable period of turmoil, fortunately, for the wizarding world, this path itself... will not cause the kind of devastating destruction that Voldemort did."
And...to be honest, Severus, I don't disagree with his core points.
Snape looked at Dumbledore, as if he had grasped something crucial: "What is his point of view that he wants to achieve through the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore looked back at him, a complex emotion flashing in the depths of his azure eyes, his voice clear and deep: "He wants to completely overturn the theory of pure-blood magic and rebuild the foundation of the wizarding world."
He wanted to proclaim to the world that there was no distinction between pure-blood and half-blood wizards in the magical world, only the wizard's own abilities and choices.
A wizard is a wizard!
That's what he said.
Snape's face showed an extremely complex expression, as if those words had pierced a corner of his heart that had never healed.
He would never forget how his friendship with Lily had irreparably broken down.
The word "Mudblood" that he roared out in a fit of rage and humiliation was a bloody wound etched into his heart.
A wound that will never heal.
The initial disputes and disagreements stemmed from the deep-rooted, demonic belief in bloodlines that permeated the magical world like a devil's web.
If Lynch were to truly seize power, given his ruthless and extreme approach, he might actually be able to tear apart that suffocating veil of bloodline.
Snape silently reached out, picked up the glass of pumpkin juice in front of him that had long since gone cold, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.
The cold liquid slid down my throat, bringing a brief, tingling sensation.
He put down his cup, no longer looking at Dumbledore, but staring at the smooth wood grain of the tabletop, thinking silently and heavily in his heart.
Inside the stone house in the Forbidden Forest, the conversation by the fireplace continued.
"So, you've gotten what you've been planning for a long time. Is it to your liking?"
Reggie’s hoarse, flat voice came from the flames.
Lin Qi didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward slightly, casually extending his right hand, palm facing upward. Without any warning, a burst of eerie blue flame, as if born from nothingness, suddenly surged and leaped in his palm.
The flame lacked the warmth of ordinary flames; instead, it emanated a cold and pure energy fluctuation.
Lin Qi stared intently at the shimmering blue light dancing in his palm, as if examining a newly acquired work of art.
"In terms of functionality and utility," Lynch finally spoke, his voice steady, "it exceeded my expectations."
Dumbledore and his men will no longer hound us like hunting dogs; the ropes binding us have loosened.
This means we can be a little more unrestrained in our actions, and don't have to be as cautious as before.
He twitched his fingertips slightly, and the eerie blue flame in his palm changed shape, sometimes condensing like a gemstone, sometimes stretching out like a ribbon. "But my most important expectation for it has failed—" Lin Qi's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible, cold disappointment, "Quantitative change, in the end, failed to trigger qualitative change."
The upper limit of what a normal wizard can achieve is still firmly locked in my hands.
He suddenly clenched his outstretched palms into fists!
With this movement, the leaping, eerie blue flames seemed to be instantly drained of their life force, violently swaying and contracting in the air.
The light quickly dimmed, eventually turning into wisps of unwilling smoke that vanished completely, leaving only a faint lingering magical aftertaste in the air.
"Although I didn't have high expectations for this plan from the beginning," Lynch sat up straight again, his gaze fixed on the leaping green flames in the fireplace, "its complete failure still left me feeling... a little frustrated."
"I hope that the other option will provide a way for me to break through my own limits."
Reggie, engulfed in flames, remained silent for a moment before finally asking, "I don't understand why you're pursuing this so-called path to breakthrough."
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