[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts":3,"chapter-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-69":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Transfiguration Master of Hogwarts",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2320774,4539,"Chapter 69: Vision","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>For this deal, Allen was naturally very satisfied—he hadn’t expected to earn 500 Jin Jialong so easily, and these 500 Jin Jialong would reach him directly in cash, undetected by the Ministry of Magic, thus avoiding any debt offset, and even if the Ministry had an income tax, he wouldn’t have to pay it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally had money he could freely control; he would no longer be bullied or looked down upon by owls for being unable to afford five bronze Knuts in owl fees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Allen felt immensely energized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when Professor Quirrell said he would write the entire book himself, with Allen only needed to offer advice and provide ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This emotion reached its peak, fully igniting his passion for writing the book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for any negative impact the book might have on the magical world after publication, he didn’t care—it wasn’t his name on the cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Allen felt those ideas wouldn’t seriously affect the magical world; few pure-blood wizards had the patience to learn about the Muggle world, so they wouldn’t be the main readers anyway, and if the book were publicly sold, perhaps enlightened minds in the magical community could prevent such a situation in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen kept mentally preparing himself—Jin Jialong was truly vital to him at this stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Professor Quirrell seized the opportunity to ask many detailed questions about the content of their previous conversation and its specific implementation plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen naturally answered everything without reservation—he had always been deeply interested in such knowledge in his past life, had browsed countless threads on Bhu, and had even debated online with others on the subject, so he understood these matters more clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, in the years before his transmigration, European and American countries had produced many bizarre news stories due to political correctness, which had left an even deeper impression on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He confidently shared all the knowledge he possessed that wasn’t directly related to this topic, then watched Professor Quirrell’s facial transformations several more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell even had a Quick-Quotes Quill that automatically recorded everything Allen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, the roles of the tutoring session had unexpectedly swapped; though surprising, Allen thoroughly enjoyed the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after answering numerous questions, Professor Quirrell’s inquiries dwindled, and the Quick-Quotes Quill had filled a thick volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen savored the slightly chilled tea, pleased with his accomplishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Professor Quirrell seemed to remember something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I recall during our last conversation, you said the Dark Lord was ambitious but incompetent and had too narrow a vision. I now understand ‘ambitious but incompetent,’ but I still don’t grasp what you meant by ‘too narrow a vision,’” Professor Quirrell asked gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen was taken aback—he hadn’t expected Professor Quirrell to still remember that remark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell gently refilled Allen’s teacup and said calmly, “I’m also very curious—I’d like to know what kind of vision counts as truly broad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell’s attitude and gesture deeply pleased Allen, and the day he called Voldemort’s vision too narrow hadn’t been mere idle talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen had read many historical books to study Ancient Runes and find Nicolas Flamel, and his experiences in this magical world had given him insight, which led him to voice that opinion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stood up slowly, walked to the window, and opened it gently. Outside lay the shimmering Heihu and the dark Forbidden Forest; the lights of Hogwarts at night streamed through the window into the dim room, bringing it to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen stood by the window, arms folded, silent for a long time; the night wind blew in, lifting the hem of his robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Professor Quirrell was growing impatient, Allen suddenly spoke, gazing out the window: “Professor, what do you think is the most important thing for wizards in this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell walked over to the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, he asked hesitantly, “Power?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned his head slightly, glancing sideways at Professor Quirrell, then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell thought again for a long while, then ventured, “Authority?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Allen didn’t turn his head—he spoke coolly, “Think again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell couldn’t fathom what Allen was driving at, so he thought again, slightly annoyed: “Not money, is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen sighed deeply, still not looking at Professor Quirrell: “The most important thing for wizards in this world is the essence of spellcasting—the fundamental mystery of magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what vision means!” Allen declared proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell’s face was now a mess of dark lines—he wanted to complain, but didn’t know how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does this have to do with the Dark Lord?” Professor Quirrell finally regained his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Historically, Voldemort’s greatest obsession was nothing but power and authority!” Allen decided to stop playing coy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell gazed thoughtfully at the distant mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, I’ve studied countless historical texts and realized that for thousands of years, wizards have never understood the true nature of the magic they depend on!” Allen continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor, you once said something profoundly true,” Allen turned to look at Professor Quirrell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell asked anxiously, “What was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen turned back to the view outside, sighed deeply, and said: “Modern wizards have forgotten their ancestors’ glory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But their ancestors’ glory wasn’t in the spells they used—it was in their pioneering spirit and fearless exploration!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly spread his arms wide, his voice resolute: “In that era, wizards drove giants northward, conquered centaurs southward, allied with goblins in the east, exterminated house-elves in the west, and made werewolves and veelas bow beneath their feet—so that all races of the world dared not speak, yet dared to rage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The wizards of that era were how heroic and bold—they carved out a vast living space for their descendants.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magic research in that era flourished like a hundred flowers blooming, a hundred schools contending; talents emerged constantly; new spells were invented and refined every moment; wizards never hoarded knowledge—they freely exchanged it, propelling the entire magical world forward at breakneck speed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had this momentum continued, the fundamental mystery of magic would surely have been uncovered!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But!” Allen’s voice suddenly turned somber and mournful, “In the past few centuries, wizards, sheltered by their ancestors’ legacy, have decayed and degenerated. Believing themselves invincible, they gradually lost their ancestors’ precious spirit and began indulging in comfort.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I once checked the Ministry of Magic’s records of rewards for wizards who invented or improved spells—I found the last reward was given fifty-three years ago.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fewer and fewer people are willing to devote themselves to magical research; no one studies the essence of magic. This societal trend forces wizards to merely patch up what their ancestors left behind—let alone any innovation or breakthrough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of the twentieth century and renowned for his magical research—what was his first recorded achievement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Discovering twelve uses of dragon’s blood!” Professor Quirrell’s voice had also grown somber—he was now fully immersed in Allen’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Twelve uses of dragon’s blood! Think about it! Think deeply! The foremost achievement of the most brilliant modern wizard is merely discovering twelve uses of dragon’s blood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t mean to attack or humiliate Headmaster Dumbledore—I personally respect him and acknowledge his achievements. But what this reveals fills one with boundless sorrow: magical research in the modern magical world has declined to this extent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If our ancestors knew the current state of affairs, their coffin lids probably couldn’t hold them down!” Allen was deeply immersed—he spoke with red-rimmed eyes and a mournful tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell listened, utterly bewildered, but seeing Allen’s expression, he said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worse still, the Muggles—long looked down upon by wizards—have rapidly advanced in these past centuries: they’ve surged forward, brimming with vitality, fearless and bold, achieving in just a few centuries what was unimaginable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meanwhile, wizards—centuries ago, forced by Muggle progress to enact the International Statute of Secrecy—still failed to learn from it. They grew even more reclusive and contemptuous of Muggles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One side: vibrant, constantly progressing; the other: decaying, stagnant. If this continues, what will happen decades or centuries from now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen suddenly flung his arms wide, as if embracing the stars and mountains beyond the window, and shouted: “See then—who shall rule the world!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did he realize he’d become too immersed—he’d shouted the last line in his native Chinese. He quickly translated it into English, but the power was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell softly replied that he understood some Chinese and had grasped the meaning of Allen’s Chinese phrase—his face still bore traces of shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen was astonished, and inwardly scolded himself for becoming too carried away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with this interruption, Allen noticed he’d strayed off-topic. Seeing Professor Quirrell still eager to hear more, he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Voldemort himself was a brilliant prodigy of his age. As the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility—he should have shouldered the duty of clearing away the magical world’s decay and leading it forward. Instead, he turned back history for personal power and gain—wasn’t his vision too narrow?” Allen brought the topic back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But how do you know that after seizing control of the magical world, the Dark Lord wouldn’t lead it forward to pursue the essence of magic?” Professor Quirrell suddenly countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen glanced at Professor Quirrell: “When our ancestors pursued the essence of magic, they were united and freely exchanged knowledge. What did Voldemort do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizards are already few in number—the more wizards there are, the faster the magical world progresses. But Voldemort persecuted non-pure-blood wizards, stripped them of their right to use magic, and caused many to die unjustly. Is that leading the magical world forward? Where is unity in that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“His followers are all pure-blood families—each surname is glorious in magical history, each one carries the blood of heroes—and yet these very people are the most deeply corrupted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They hold high positions and control the magical world’s richest resources! They wield enormous influence over the Ministry! They do nothing themselves, yet fear others’ achievements might threaten their status!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Each family possesses vast libraries of magical texts, yet hoards them, locks them away, refuses to study them themselves, and forbids others from studying them—all their energy goes into power struggles. Where is the free exchange of knowledge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the saying goes, your position determines your thinking: Voldemort’s followers helped him seize supreme power, and he repays them by letting pure-blood families continue to control the magical world. But most pure-blood families care only for their own family’s interests—ultimately, they will drag the entire magical world to its death!” Allen delivered his final judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell’s expression shifted between dark and light; he quietly stared at the slight figure of Allen and suddenly felt his shadow towered impossibly tall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he gazed again at the view outside, silent for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is your ideal?” Professor Quirrell suddenly asked an unexpected question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen, still standing with arms folded, pretending to be aloof, was startled—he hadn’t expected such a question. Just then, the bell from Hogwarts’ clock tower rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked to the desk, picked up his teacup, drained the chilled tea in one gulp, then took a piece of parchment from the desk and wrote a single sentence on it. He said to Professor Quirrell: “Our conversation has been most satisfying, but I must take my leave. Please allow me to depart—my ideal is written on this paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed the parchment on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Quirrell granted his leave—he had much to digest today...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Allen left, the room fell silent once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long silence. Then the young voice spoke again: “Master, Finis cannot be kept around—he is no man to serve beneath another!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This boy grows more interesting by the day—I can hardly wait to tame him!” The cold, sharp voice brimmed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, our body is deteriorating faster and faster—do you still have the energy to tame him?” The young voice urged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I still have the strength,” the cold, sharp voice replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two voices fell silent; the room sank back into stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long silence. A night breeze blew in through the window, lifting the parchment from the desk. It fluttered through the room until a pale, slender hand caught it. On it was written:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizards of the world, unite!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2038,"2026-06-20T16:09:23.977Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","39b7d380d1a2333f4db1d5949d68bbd94ab14e06fb20c3d07eb53d0696b84db2","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-70","the-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-chapter-68",284,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-transfiguration-master-of-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]