The revelation was clear.
Arthur had unveiled Gilderoy Lockhart's deception, exposing him as nothing more than a charlatan.
The once-revered Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a man whose books had lined the shelves of countless young wizards and witches, had been stripped bare of his pretense.
His reputation now lay in tatters.
Gilderoy, his face full of sha and humiliation, his pride wounded beyond repair, had fled the classroom.
His hurried retreat in contrast to the confident swagger he usually exuded.
The students, once his admirers, now looked at him with a mixture of disbelief, disappointnt, and pity.
The man who had once been their hero had fallen from grace, and the fall was hard.
"Well, I think we need a new teacher."
Arthur said devoid of the malice or triumph one might expect.
There was nothing left for him to do here. He had exposed Gilderoy's fraud.
There was no need for further humiliation.
As Arthur made his way out of the classroom, the students began to stir, their voices a low murmur that gradually grew louder.
The shock was beginning to wear off, replaced by a nervous energy that crackled in the air.
"I–I think we should go to the next class."
One student stamred, his voice barely audible.
"What about the professor?"
Another asked.
"Do you still call him 'professor' after seeing all that?"
A third student scoffed. He seed to dislike the professor from the start.
"Haven't you seen him piss himself?"
His words were t with a chorus of nervous laughter.
"Ah..."
The first student's voice trailed off, the realization of Gilderoy's true nature hitting him hard.
"Let's go to the next class,"
The third student suggested.
"And forget about what we saw."
His words, though an attempt to brush off the unpleasantness of the situation.
"I like your idea, Let's forget about it."
The second student agreed.
And with that, the students began to file out of the classroom, leaving behind the echoes of Gilderoy's disgrace and the shattered remnants of their admiration.
As the last student exited, Dumbledore appeared out of thin air, his gaze fixed on the direction Arthur had taken.
"He really is very powerful, If he were to really use that spell. The whole castle would be incinerated in an instant."
Dumbledore murmured.
"If he is here, Tom won't stand a chance. The man who conquered all."
Dumbledore had received a prophecy foretelling the arrival of a conqueror.
And Arthur, with his extraordinary power, seed to embody that prophecy.
Dumbledore's thoughts drifted to Tom Marvolo Riddle, the dark lord who sought to plunge the world into chaos.
With Arthur's presence. Perhaps, with the man who conquered all by their side, they could avert the catastrophe and usher in an era of peace.
As Dumbledore was about to go back to his office.
His familiar's ssage arrived.
The letter, bearing the sign of his trusted network.
He hurriedly read the letter, Dumbledore couldn't help but sighed.
"Fools..., reckless fools, Must they dance on the cliff's edge of disaster?"
The letter revealed secret plots of the dark families. Their goals were unclear, but their target was known.
He knew their target could handle any threat. But the potential consequences would keep Dumbledore awake at night.
"They're playing with death, and they may unleash sothing even their Dark Lord can't control."
Dumbledore shook his head and thought of what he should do in this situation. Should he let them destroy themselves?
…
First floor Re:Zero world.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been tirelessly grinding through missions, their dedication finally paying off as they reached a new level of power and skill.
Their journey had been significantly aided by Jarvis, the knight of Stark, who had guided them through countless quests and challenges.
During their arduous grinding, they had been living in the lap of luxury at Emilia's mansion.
The treatnt they received as guests had made their stay comfortable and enjoyable.
Honestly, being treated like royalty was a total upgrade. They were loving the VIP treatnt and how important it made them feel.
"I don't want to go back, at least not now. Should we go to the next floor?"
Said Ron as he ate a large portion of luxurious food.
He also checked their paraters.
[Parater]
「Na: Ronald Bilius Weasley
「Alias: Gluttonous Ginger
「Level: 2」
「Pow A-847」
「End A-817」
「Dex C-622」
「AGI C-615」
「MAG D-587」
[Parater]
「Na: Harry Jas Potter
「Alias: The Boy Who Lived
「Level: 2」
「Pow A-817」
「End A-867」
「Dex A-852」
「AGI A-815」
「MAG S-987」
[Parater]
「Na: Hermione Jean Granger
「Alias: Bossy Bookworm
「Level: 2」
「Pow F-317」
「End F-367」
「Dex S-952」
「AGI A-815」
「MAG SS-1092」
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was an alias known throughout the wizarding world.
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, found themselves with aliases of their own, bestowed upon them by the tower system.
Ron's alias, "Gluttonous Ginger," was a crude jab at his appetite and his fiery red hair.
Hermione's alias, "Bossy Bookworm," was similarly dismissive, a caricature of her intelligence and her tendency to take charge.
Both Ron and Hermione were deeply offended by their aliases. They were not just words; they were labels.
How could they possibly show their status to anyone with these ridiculous aliases?
They certainly wouldn't reveal them to anyone they didn't trust.
Harry shook his head and said.
"No we shouldn't."
He cautioned.
"Rember what Arthur told us? We can still gain a lot of experience and power here on the first floor until we reach level 3. Let's not rush."
"Harry is right,"
Hermione agreed.
"We need to be strategic about this. Our goal isn't just to level up but to gain the most benefit from each level. And that ans taking the ti to build up our strength and skills."
"So, what's the plan?"
Ron asked.
"How do we get our paraters up to A rank after level 2? It slows down way too much."
"We keep doing what we're doing,"
Harry replied.
"We train, we fight, we learn. We push ourselves to our limits and beyond."
"And we work together,"
Hermione added, her voice warm and encouraging. She tried to get rid of the Bossy Bookworm alias.
"We're a team, and we're stronger together than we are apart."
The other two nodded in agreent.
They would take their ti and not rush into danger unprepared.
They would level up all of their paraters first, ensuring they were as strong and capable as possible before they ventured onto the second floor.
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