"I was just strolling by to tell Mr. Black we have a zero tolerance policy underwater. But this is more urgent, the giant squid can hold their own. Come to my office, you too Ms. 'Brown'. Let go of Mr. Black, we have a No tolerence policy underwater." Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.
"Mr. Black has already forgotten about you."
Luna reluctantly came out of the water, while Regalus reluctantly stopped looking for the giant squid.
Firenze let out a few expletives in centaur language.
A minuter later the four time traveller's were in Dumbledore's office, getting their minds checked. He looked at the time traveller's, "Miss Brown? Really Miss Lovegood, you were better off coming to this timeline wotb a giant sign that would read 'waiting no longer than next week to get betrothed Mr Black'. A Black and a Brown heir, how inclusive," Dumbledore muttered.
"Cedrella missing, adopted child of out if wedlock? That's your story Mr Weasley? Sorry Mr. Macdonle. I'll ignore that refernce to a muggle mascot junk. Your story is so crackpot the Blacks believe it. It's the speciest scandal the older generation Black cousins have seen among themselves in thr last two centuries. It's bigger than when Irma Crabbe cheated on her other former cousin slash fiance, with Pollux.
"And Firenze, how long have tou been sitting on that tree as a bowtruckle after using a modified brewed polyjuice potion?"
"Four hours," Firenze muttered. "It wore off before you released your students from your castle dungeon."
"Thats incredulous," Dumbledore barked. He stood up fawkes fell out of her cage and burst into tears. "Let me see if I heard you think correctly, you want me to do the Greater Good again? And you think that will stopTommy?" Dumbeldore burst out laughing. That will just make two Tommy's. Three if I release Grindenwald after I become Tommy muggle daddy issues2.0."
"No no we don't want to enslave muggles, we want to stop mucking around," Firenze explained, exasperated. "We're not wizards, we want to take our place and stop giving a hoot about dumb muggles. Once we stop giving them attention or catering to their bull, they won't pervert our magical heritage to get what they want. They'll stick to religion."
Firenze leaned on Dumbledore's desk and looked directly at Fawkes. "Does anyone really belive those medieval muggles would go armed with 'the power of - insert God- compels you" if they really believed in witches or demons? They'd wet themelves if they knew they actually caught one of us. The witches and wizards they caught were too kind to them. Isn't it just a bit off they didn't care of they hit or miss? And it was just misses. Female muggles sinking each time didn't deter tm from offing millions. Cause maybe catching a real witch for the first time in history mignt make them be a PC before their next witchhunt." Fawkes hooted.
"How do showing them they were actually right about witches stop them from perverting our wizard species to get what they want?" Dumbledore asked.
"It won't, but they will have to come with something stronger than 'the power of Chris compels you'. And dunking witches, especially any of us, won't get them anywhere... in one piece..."
"I see your point but our goal is to stop Tommy not witch hunts. Tommy will just add stopping witch hunts in his propaganda speech. And worse take all the credit for MY work. AGAIN. That son of a birch plagiarized every single diary of mine in my class." Dumbledore grumbled. "It's getting so old."
"You can only do so many Greater Goof Ups in your life," Firenze said. "It's time to stop relying on the Greater Golden Goose and stop sacrificing people, accidentally. Clowns like Tom are no match agaisnt us, we don't need to hide or use prophecies. Or complex plans. All we need to do is march out there and set up our fortress. And tell them to fck off witb the fairytales, using us to control reproductive rights, blasphemizing our brooms, and just lose our njmber."
"I was thinking we use religion after we assert ourselves. We can put the fear of magic in muggleborns witb religion, if that's what purebloods want. Even muggleborns can do anything with religion. It's a win win for everyone. The best part is we started it so we get to make the rules," Firenze said. "The Greater Goody Two Shoes. Oh yea we know where all of Tom's horocruxes are, we'll disarm the little baby brat before he sees what's coming. "
Dumbledore played with his braided beard. "Fascinating... What are the side effects?"
"Modern Witchhunts, headmaster," Ron replied.
"Why so?" Dumbledore asked.
"The medieval muggle religion organizations are still going strong," Ron replied.
"Are they modern organizations?" Dumbledore asked.
"All 15 of them , originating from all of Europe and Asia, haven't realized the medieval ages ended," Parvati replied. "Abra ka hamic."
Her Dark, very radiant skin was flushed and her very dark, translucent or pellucid, dark amber eyes were wide. "I've had a trip to the medieval ages to religous hymns itself, I never needed timeturner or shrooms needed."
"I have the cure. Look at my eyes, dream of my eyes. They're jaspers. Dream about jaspers and be cured of all pain."
"Oh," Dumbledore replied. "Tom, the right wing nut, certainly can't compete with relgions with witchhunts, unless he offers socialist satanism. And that will just paint a bigger target on his back for witchhunts. I do hope Tom finds himself on the end of a witchhunt after we start the Greater good- no Greater Great!"
"Me too, I'll drink to that," Firenze replied.
Dumbledore transfiguration some trinkets into goblets with spiked pumpkin juice. He handed everyone a goblet. "To the Greater Goody Two Shoes!"
Everyone in the room raised there goblets and toasted, "to the Greater Goody Tow shoes!"