Chapter 88 87: Dumbledore! Take advantage!
The scene is changing.
But he did not return to the principal's office as Ian thought. The entire world seemed to be filled with countless overlapping lights and shadows, with pictures emerging like a movie.
Fragmentary.
But not confusing.
It has nothing to do with the memory that Albus Dumbledore used to cover up and modify in some way. It belongs to the story after Ariana Dumbledore died in that accident.
Gellert Grindelwald left, on the night of the incident. His figure from behind was neither hasty nor embarrassed, but his expression and staggering steps were not as good as those of a hasty and embarrassed person.
As Ian perceived.
Aberforth Dumbledore may have been the one who failed to face the reality, but Albus Dumbledore chose to bear the pain and responsibility on himself.
In rapidly changing scenes, Aberforth Dumbledore waved his fist at Albus Dumbledore after the funeral, and Albus Dumbledore, whose face was covered with blood and swelling, just knelt down Not a word was spoken before the grave.
Blood and dirt dripped down his face.
The high-spirited young man who once seemed to have disappeared, his dreams and ambitions were buried with the last handful of soil on the grave, and depression became the main theme in the hazy days.
He finally returned to Hogwarts, to this school known as hope. A stream of students came and went, but it was not Albus Dumbledore who came back to teach them. Purpose.
Library, restricted book area, except for necessary teaching tasks, Albus Dumbledore spent almost all his time flipping through books one after another.
From the famous legendary wizards in history to the extremely talented magic scholars in modern times, Albus Dumbledore studied the lifelong efforts of many geniuses.
He learned a lot.
But without exception, it is not what he desires in his heart. When Albus Dumbledore reached out to curses and the power of darkness, the despicable Herbo also became his learning object during this period.
Looking at the young man who looked a little crazy and eagerly searched for the secrets of the soul. After finally finding nothing, he knelt down and screamed in anger and unwillingness at the sky in the rainy night.
It was difficult for Ian to connect this figure with the old principal who was now wise, kind and praised by countless people. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Principal Dumbledore who had been standing beside him.
“Our lesson is not over yet.”
Albus Dumbledore just spoke gently. He wiped the tears on the back of his frame, his voice was quiet, and his eyes still showed the sadness and... shame that had not dissipated.
There was no explanation or excuse. Albus Dumbledore just showed his memories and presented the most miserable past in his life before Ian's eyes.
It is so profound.
Teaching by words and deeds.
"I heard that Herbo's fate was not good." Ian did not lose his respect for Dumbledore because of what he saw. On the contrary, he never had the same respect for the old man next to him as he does today. .
"That should be the case."
Albus Dumbledore nodded slightly.
The scene continues.
The young Albus Dumbledore rummaged through the entire Hogwarts library and knew the collection of books very well, but he was not happy or happy because he became powerful.
Power is growing.
The will becomes more and more depressed.
The more he understood, the more he realized that some things were never possible. No one has been able to do it in the past, and even he can only place his hope on the legend that does not exist - the elder wand, resurrection stone, and invisibility cloak are the Deathly Hallows. It is said that as long as you get these three items, you can become the god of death. owner.
From scene after scene.
Ian noticed one detail.
Whether he was studying, living, or teaching, Albus Dumbledore always carried that book with him, which came from "The Tales of Peter the Bard" that had been circulated in the Middle Ages.
Ian even got closer and observed carefully. However, what disappointed him was that the author of "The Tales of Peter the Poet" came from a name he had never heard of, just like the name of the collection of stories.
It’s not the surprising AK47. Rowling’s Squib Witch.
"If you like this book, I can give you a special edition." The real Albus Dumbledore probably misunderstood Ian and went up to snatch the book from Memory. Behavior.
"Thank you very much."
The disappointed Ian wanted to refuse, but then he thought that there might be Dumbledore's signature in the blank space above, and he was a perfect 90-degree replica. The spirit of craftsmanship.
His serious attitude immediately confused Dumbledore.
“It’s just a book.”
Albus Dumbledore didn’t understand why Ian’s eyebrows suddenly became happy. Perhaps, this was also someone who liked fairy tales as much as he did. children.
The reason why he is obsessed with fairy tales is because when he was young, reality could no longer give him hope, so he could only find a ray of comfort in fairy tales.
Until now.
The past that Albus Dumbledore showed to Ian also elaborated on this point. He had heard the story of the Deathly Hallows a long time ago, and his friendship with Gellert Grindelwald was still intact, and they enjoyed communicating on the grass. At that time, Gellert Grindelwald had mentioned looking for them, but Dumbledore, who was so proud at the time, did not believe in false fairy tales.
Of course.
It is also possible that the young Dumbledore believed more in his own power - in short, unable to meet his needs from reality, the young Albus Dumbledore embarked on a journey during the holidays.
The dreamlike fast forward begins.
Traveling through mountains and rivers.
Albus Dumbledore did not find the stone that was said to be able to interfere with life and death, but he saw the man again during the search.
Gellert Grindelwald.
This man is more powerful than before, and at the same time, he is far more radical than before. This may also be a kind of separate healing. There are figures of Gellert Grindelwald in different countries.
Some said he was invincible, others said he wanted to conquer the world. Countless followers emerged one after another, and Gellert Grindelwald also held the seemingly invincible wand in his hand.
“I want to defeat fate!”
Far distance.
Someone is trying to persuade me to stay.
“As long as we are together, as long as we join forces, no one can stop us, we can do everything we want to do!”
It is like making a statement to the believers. speech.
The young Albus Dumbledore heard the man's declaration, which was the future they had imagined together, but his silent heart could no longer allow him and the people around him to respond.
Many people knelt in front of Gellert Grindelwald, and they kissed the ground at Gellert Grindelwald's feet just like the Death Eaters when they faced Voldemort.
But it is not the power that Gellert Grindelwald has.
The battle has begun.
History seems to be about to be written.
Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, Germany, France, Hungary, Switzerland... The saints are following the pace of their leaders, and more and more radical visions are beginning to sprout in their expansion.
Those who surrender can survive.
Anyone who stands in the way can be killed...babies, pregnant women, old people, girls. Following the young Albus Dumbledore, Ian seemed to have returned to that period of time known as the dark years.
Some wavers appear.
Gellert Grindelwald will let them leave.
However.
He would still say it to the remaining people.
“The law of nature is the law of the jungle. Only blood and fire can create peace. Only by fighting for the family behind us and the responsibilities on our bodies can we win a new future!”
“This is not killing. It’s not persecution. We are different from those cruel Americans. Muggles will still exist in our world, and our people will be born among them!”
"What we are doing is never a genocide! We are just fighting for our own race, exchanging the present for the future, and using the sacrifice of a few to quell the resistance of the majority!"
" I don’t blame those who left, but I am grateful for those who stayed. History will eventually prove that we are right. Everyone, it’s time for a different group to guide this world!”
"Even if we are burdened with sin, we must... fight for the greater good!"
With cheers and excitement.
The black wave is sweeping across even more violently.
Seeing everything was desolate, it was inevitable that the young Albus Dumbledore had some hesitation. There have been struggles and he has saved some people, but he has never been involved in this earth-shaking change.
The bright red and bright ornaments flashed past.
"That is a blood pact, which is far stronger than an unbreakable oath." Dumbledore, who was beside Ian, spoke in a low voice and explained to him, "The two parties who signed the blood pact cannot harm each other. Miss Grindelwald's grandfather and I once thought By subverting the world together, this is the guarantee and testimony we agreed to give each other."
There was a slight pause.
Dumbledore then continued to speak.
“Of course, I am not trying to find an excuse for my inaction. In fact, during this period, I have been trapped in the obsession of pursuing another thing.”
Obviously.
Young Albus Dumbledore is searching for the Resurrection Stone. He obviously failed to get what he wanted in the years that followed, and it wasn't until people kept asking him for help that he finally decided to come forward.
Newt Scamander's voice began to appear in the scene. With the help of young Albus Dumbledore, he successfully dealt with Gellert Grinder again and again. In the midst of Waugh's struggle.
When the blood alliance is shattered.
As recorded in the history of the wizarding world, a decisive battle between close friends began. Gellert Grindelwald was ultimately defeated and was "imprisoned" in that dark and lightless tower.
The figure of the phoenix was mixed in the picture, and the scene changed quickly. Ian only saw the phoenix withering and disappearing, and a young man quietly waiting for death.
Time passes.
Many people are celebrating the joy.
Few people can find that Albus Dumbledore is even more depressed. He obtained the wand that is said to be able to control destiny, but failed to prevent the tragedy that fate had given to him.
A seemingly peaceful day.
Albus Dumbledore, numb from searching and experiencing, stepped into the courtyard that Ian was familiar with.
Fire burning on the wardrobe.
Reflects the fear and desire in the eyes of a handsome young man.
“Here is another story. I don’t think you need to learn anything from this. You just need to understand that you should never ignore the impact of your actions on the people around you.”
Ah Dumbledore stared at the boy in the scene.
“Perhaps he had a very bad character from the beginning, but if I could pay more attention to him instead of threatening him with disgust, he probably wouldn’t be as bad as he is now. ”
The old principal sighed slightly.
He seemed very tired.
This is indeed the case.
After all, this is a trip down memory lane.
Dumbledore is equivalent to tearing open a bloody wound, just so that Ian can learn something in his life, so that Ian can avoid making the same mistakes in the future.
"Is he Voldemort?"
Ian asked knowingly.
“His name is Tom Riddle. Of course, there is nothing wrong with calling him Voldemort. It’s just that in the process of pursuing power, he abandoned his original name.”
Abu Dumbledore turned around, the scene began to blur and rotate, the light and shadow gradually became distorted, and the familiar Hogwarts principal's office reappeared.
Everything before disappeared like a phantom, the silver utensils on the table were still steaming with mist, the principals on the wall were whispering, and the Sorting Hat was complaining about Ian to Phoenix Fox.
"You have to believe me, I will find a way to cure him sooner or later."
"Gryffindor doesn't dare to treat me with a brush, why is he, a little wizard, so bold?"
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"If Dumbledore hadn't protected him , I just jumped up and hit him on the knee!”
Although Phoenix Fox ignored it, it still couldn’t stop it from chattering until it saw Ian looking in its direction! Then he immediately closed his mouth and pretended to be dead.
"The decision is yours, Fox, take him to the Black Lake to take a bath, and next time I will let you stay on my head for a little longer!" When Ian has a grudge, he usually avenges him on the same day.
Following his promise, Fox immediately grabbed the Sorting Hat and flew out of the window.
"Prince, who is naturally vicious! When you have a child and comes to Hogwarts, I will definitely send him to Azkaban directly!" The hysterical scream of the Sorting Hat gradually faded away.
"It's so funny, I won't have children at all." Ian didn't take the threat of the Sorting Hat seriously. He looked at Dumbledore. At this time, the old headmaster had already taken down a book from the bookshelf.
"It can be considered a gift. After all, it has taken up a lot of your time."
He handed "The Tales of Peter the Poet" to Ian.
"Thank you!"
Ian took the book from Dumbledore and couldn't wait to open the pages. As expected, in the blank space of the first page, there was a paragraph of Dumbledore's views on the book.
On the back of the view is Dumbledore's signature. Unlike the marking slips in the restricted area of the library, there are many, many blank spaces on this paper.
"Sooner or later it will work!"
Ian's satisfaction is still difficult for Dumbledore to understand.
"Don't you ask about the Three Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore obviously had a new misunderstanding, and he put his Elder Wand on his desk.
Ian didn’t even look at it.
“I have read stories about them in other books. With all due respect, if the Three Hallows of Death are really so powerful, how could Aurora’s grandfather lose to you?”
Ian understands the truth about the Three Sacred Artifacts. It is true that they are extremely powerful alchemical creations, but now Ian's alchemy level is obviously not high enough to analyze them.
As for their effects.
Whether it is the Resurrection Stone or the Invisibility Cloak, they are more boasts than actual uses. Perhaps the Elder Wand is the most worthy of its name, but Ian believes that the power must be attributed to himself.
Whoever gets it will be invincible?
Countless facts have proven that such rumors are really not as good as Avada Chain Lightning.
"A very wise opinion. As I said, you really understand better than many adult wizards." Dumbledore sighed and sat down slowly.
He looked very tired and exhausted, leaning back in his chair, like a summer worker who had driven screws in the factory for 15 hours and then returned to the employee dormitory.
"I hope today's journey will be helpful to you." Dumbledore whispered softly.
Ian put "The Tales of Peter the Poet" into his arms.
“Don’t you have anything to ask?”
He decided to reciprocate the favor.
When a brilliant and great elder talks frankly and uses his painful past to let him understand some truth, of course he should respond with the most sincere trust.
Anyway, some things have been accidentally leaked.
"You have told me the answer with actions, so I don't need a verbal answer."
Faced with Ian's direct inquiry, Dumbledore shook his head. , took off his somewhat cloudy glasses, and began to wipe the tears on them with a small handkerchief.
"To be honest, the day I guessed the answer, I was jealous of you...really, Ian, very jealous, an emotion I never thought I would feel at any time."< br>
Dumbledore's hands were trembling a little, "What an incredible talent. I have heard that Merlin also has such an ability, but after all, I have been pursuing it all my life and have not been able to verify the rumors."
"In fact, it's not just Merlin, I also found a notebook among some unpublished things in Hogwarts, from the founder of Hufflepuff, Helga Hufflepuff."
"That was probably the clue that I had the greatest hope for a long time." Dumbledore put his glasses back on, with a deep regret in his eyes.
“What clue?”
Ian asked curiously.
Dumbledore did not continue to hide as the Riddler, "In the Tales of Peter the Poet, there is a story about the Three Hallows of Death. It tells the story of the three brothers making a deal with Death."
Heard here.
Ian took out the book in his arms and turned to the corresponding page.
[Once upon a time, three brothers met the God of Death by the river...]
The story is not too long.
This is probably the origin and fairy tale of the Three Deathly Hallows. The eldest brother chose the Elder Wand, which controls destiny, the second child chose the Resurrection Stone, which can summon relatives, and then the third child chose the invisibility cloak that can hide from everything. In the end, the eldest brother died of the uncertainty of fate, and the second child died of the blasphemy of life and death.
Only the smart third child left the ultimate invisibility cloak to his son when he was old, and passed away like an old friend with the coming god of death.
“Does this story have anything to do with the notes of Helga Hufflepuff’s ancestor?” Ian felt a little confused. Could it be that Helga Hufflepuff had also seen Death?
"Yes, Ian."
Dumbledore nodded, his expression lost in memories, "In that notebook, there is another story recorded, or it is believable. A higher degree of...history?"
He seemed unsure of his choice of words. after all.
“I can’t be sure whether the record is true or false, because I have searched many places and have not been able to find any way to verify the things mentioned by Helga Hufflepuff in the record.”
< br>Dumbledore's voice was full of regret and melancholy.
His words made Ian even more curious.
“What happened?”
This is obviously a little-known secret. Ian may not be interested in the gossip among the little wizards, but he really likes to obtain secrets and knowledge that others don't know.
“Just like the three brothers in the tales of Peter the Bard, Helga Hufflepuff once said that as a witness, she witnessed a transaction between the other three founders and the Lord of the Dead Kingdom. "
"According to the ancient contract of Lady Ravenclaw's family, the three founders each received a gift, but they also needed You have to bear a price..."
"Helga Hufflepuff did not explain this in detail."
"She just showed off proudly in her notes. , she is the smartest among the four giants. She has read the story of the three brothers, so she did not get involved in that transaction.”
Dumbledore's tone was full of emotion.
“Of course, no offense to the founders, but judging from the final cause of Helga Hufflepuff’s death, perhaps Helga Hufflepuff was not as smart as she thought. "It is estimated that only wizards like Albus Dumbledore dare to make such critical remarks about the founder of Hogwarts.
"The Lord of the Dead Kingdom?"
Ian's focus was on another aspect. He seemed to have remembered something, and his brows were furrowed on his immature face.
“Just a personal opinion. Helga Hufflepuff loved to read some biographical novels during her lifetime. Perhaps this should be another alternative name for the God of Death?”
Dumbledore was just guessing.
“Anyway, Helga Hufflepuff’s notes also provide me with new hope. She is the founder after all, and the things recorded in the notes cannot be stories written by herself. ?”
Judging from Dumbledore’s uncertain tone, he is obviously somewhat suspicious of Helga Hufflepuff, but this suspicion obviously has some reasonable reasons.
“For me as a young person, if I could, I would of course be willing to sign any form of contract with the God of Death. As long as it can save the tragedy that I have caused, any price is acceptable.”
"I have spent a long time studying the history of the Ravenclaw family, but I still haven't been able to find that contract, just like I haven't found the legendary Resurrection Stone."
"As for trying to communicate with the world of the dead, the existing contracts in ancient books will not work, nor will curses. I have also thought about creating my own, but to this day I still have not been able to succeed."
Dumbledore has many problems. He sighed, and the tiredness in his tone was a little stronger, but his eyes were brighter than ever.
"I have actually chosen to seal up my obsession until you appeared. Fate seemed to have played a joke on me, allowing me to see the exact possibility in you."
His voice began to tremble, "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really can't bear it... Ariana, what kind of life is she living on the other side."
The pleading eyes once again Appear.
Ian was a little overwhelmed.
"Principal Dumbledore, we all know that it is just a transit station. Ariana is just waiting there. She does not seem to blame anyone."
"At least, she is there. When I talk about her two brothers, I always feel joy and nostalgia. She has told me more than once how good her brothers are to her."
Ian's response made Dumble. Lido was filled with tears and even started to choke a little.
"It's not like this, it's not like this... I have always been very selfish. I even thought that Aberforth would just take care of her. Family is just a drag on me."
"I have never been a qualified brother."
Dumbledore was not comforted by Ian's words. Instead, he covered his face with more sadness and guilt. This was probably the result of everyone in him. A side that I have never seen before.
“I don’t know much about that place, but at least one thing I am sure of is that hatred and resentment are eternal memories, but Ariana now only remembers the beauty of the past.”
< br>"Professor, she has already chosen to forgive." Ian wanted to stand up and lie on the table to pat Dumbledore on the back, but his little hands could only reach Dumbledore's head.
He still chose to take a shot.
Achieved an achievement that even Voldemort dared not even think about.
"Thank you, Ian, for making me realize that she is there." Dumbledore's voice was low and hoarse, and the firm look in his eyes when he raised his head sent a chill down Ian's spine.
"Professor! I kindly comfort you, but you can't harm me. Ariana warned me not to reveal this secret. What she wants to see is that you and your brother die!"
Ian may have used some rhetorical devices in his speech.
There is nothing we can do about it.
He felt he had to speak up.
Otherwise.
Judging from some of the emotions he felt today, he was not sure that he would get up happily to go to class tomorrow, and then he would see Albus Dumble hanging in the principal's office with a group of people. Profit.
The kind with a long tongue.
Maybe Albus Dumbledore hanged his body in order to reunite his family, and there might be Aberforth who was tricked into suffering misfortune.
Just thinking about that picture is a bit horrific!
“You don’t have to worry about this, Ian, I won’t make some extreme choices.”
Although Dumbledore said so, Ian dared to use his roommate He saw a hint of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes.
[Thinking Perception] will not lie.
Old Bee is the guy who keeps telling lies!
Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ariana lives very well there, and will wait for you for a long, long time. She also has friends, and may be much happier than living here."
"After all, at least that place There is no Voldemort... there is no Voldemort who can stand up and walk, eating big melons everywhere." Ian felt that he should give Dumbledore a reassurance.
"Riddle will no longer be a threat soon." Dumbledore seemed to be a little too candid, and there was a light in his eyes that Ian could not understand.
"Ah? Do you want me to tell her the story of Dumbledore outsmarting Voldemort? How many times should I tell it? Do you want me to use some rhetorical techniques to build your stature?"
Ian looked at Dumbledore in surprise.
“…”
Dumbledore was silent for a while, as if he had finally caught his breath.
“Oh, by the way, Ariana also said before that if anything happens to me while I’m alive, I can ask her brother for help. Do you think her words count?”
Ian suddenly remembered what happened in the trance before school started.
"Of course."
Dumbledore stared at the little wizard in front of him.
His tone was gentle but seemed to carry a kind of power, and was extremely solemn, "Ian Prince, from today on, the Dumbledore family is your most reliable connection in the wizarding world."
This is obviously a solemn commitment.
"Praise the ancestors, praise Hogwarts, praise the founder, and praise my good friend Ariana." Ian was excited, knowing that his compensation and apology must be secure.
This is the principal's promise!
Maybe when you go out later, you can start walking sideways in the corridors of Hogwarts? really! There’s nothing wrong with making some good friends while away from home!
"I heard that Aurora was picked up by her family. I still owe her a gift in return. Will she return to Hogwarts to study?" Ian suddenly thought of another good friend of his. .
“Due to the unfortunate experience of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Miss Grindelwald stayed under the protection of her family for a period of time. Now her family has sent her back to Hogwarts, but she is mostly Classes don't start until tomorrow." Dumbledore seemed to recall the conversation on that tower not long ago.
He thought about it for a while.
He spoke softly to Ian again, "Due to her background, Miss Grindelwald has lived in an abnormal environment since she was a child. This makes me very worried that she may go to the extreme path."
"A lot of The remaining saints all want her to become the wizards' new nightmare. Ian, that shouldn't be her mission. Maybe you can provide her with some correct guidance in your friendship."
Dumbledore's tone was pleading.
Ian nodded without thinking.
"As a friend, of course I have a duty to do this. Only a fool would be the Dark Lord. Don't worry, I think Aurora is actually a kind person."
Ian promised, patting his chest.
Even if he tries to make up for the fact that the candles in the auditorium do not drip oil, Aurora will think that he is a bad person. Her good friend Aurora's outlook on life is obviously much better than his.
"Yes, idiot, I agree with your description. You are really much smarter than Riddle." Dumbledore smiled and nodded with great satisfaction.
"If there is nothing else, I will go back first?"
Ian felt that the memory magic before was probably very draining on Dumbledore, mentally. No matter how much he looked at it, it felt like Dumbledore had been screwing in for 20 hours.
Um.
It is now five hours longer than just now.
"Of course, no problem, you can come to me again at any time."
Dumbledore stood up to see him off.
He stopped at the door of the office.
"If you can, please bring my greetings to Ariana and tell her... everything will be as she wishes." Dumbledore requested in a low tone.
Ian nodded.
"I will bring you greetings, and bring you replies from far away, and maybe photos." He ran out of the door, preparing to borrow some books from the library while there was still some time. go back.
The night is long.
Who can sleep without reading a few more books?
Because he was paying attention to the little time left, Ian did not see Dumbledore, who was about to return to his desk behind him, suddenly turning around after he finished speaking.
The eyes were full of horror.
……
The clock is ticking.
Dumbledore was looking through some books.
He didn't choose to sleep.
But waiting for another meeting. When the little wizard knocked on the door of the principal's office, Dumbledore adjusted his clothes and tried to look the same as usual.
"Please come in."
Dumbledore forced himself to speak. The wooden door was pushed open by a pair of small hands. Aurora, with a cold face, walked into the branch hesitantly. The office where the hat has not yet returned.
"Headmaster Dumbledore."
Aurora maintained a basic understanding, but was a little confused about her own experience. She had just returned to Hogwarts. Could it be that she had been sued by someone for the more than 80 things she had done in the past few days that violated school rules?
"Please take a seat, Miss Grindelwald."
Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand, letting Aurora sit opposite him. The cautious girl was a little suspicious, and her strange-colored eyes were full of suspicion.
"Did I make any mistake?"
Her tone was cautious and probing.
"That's not the case, Miss Grindelwald. I want to see you. It has nothing to do with the one hundred and seven school rules you violated. It's just for some other reasons."
Dumbledore's tone remained the same. soft.
“…”
Aurora was stunned.
“Aren’t there only eighty-three items?”
She frowned.
It was as if I had just counted them in my mind.
"It looks like you memorized the school rules very well." Dumbledore's eyes twitched, but he still maintained a gentle expression. Aurora, who was sitting opposite him, was very wary of him.
“Am I going to be fired?”
Aurora was not nervous, but her voice was a little regretful.
"It's not a mistake if you don't get caught. This is actually a school rule." Dumbledore blinked at Aurora, but there was no intention of accountability in his words.
“Huh?”
Aurora seemed surprised.
"Actually, I want to see you alone. This matter involves your good friend, Mr. Ian Prince." Dumbledore's words made Aurora's expression become serious. point.
Her subtle changes were all watched by Dumbledore.
"Miss Grindelwald, you must have realized that Ian is different from most young wizards." Aurora nodded hesitantly.
Dumbledore continued, "Among the people I have met, there is no one as stunningly talented as him without his powerful magic power, and there is no one with such powerful magic power. Talent. To be honest, in my lifetime, I never thought that I would meet such an unmatched descendant."
Albus Dumbledore was really sighing. sigh.
“Can you tell me the important point?”
Aurora’s eyes became more and more alert.
"Indeed, something happened tonight. I may have been a little verbose. Let's get to the point. Miss Grindelwald, I hope you can become my apprentice."
Albus Dumbledore Speak seriously.
“Apprentice?”
Aurora was a little confused.
"Yes, you will inherit all my knowledge and pass on my school of thought." Dumbledore said seriously. He believed that the girl in front of him must know the meaning of this ancient inheritance.
"Did my grandfather agree?"
Aurora was still a little confused.
"His consent is not required. This is something you need to decide for yourself." Dumbledore's voice was soft and soft, and his eyes also had an unpredictable depth.
“I want to know the reason.”
After a long silence, Aurora spoke in confusion.
Dumbledore seemed to have expected it, nodded, and responded in a more serious voice, "Your friend, Mr. Ian Prince, has not lived in a normal environment since he was a child due to his background. It makes me very worried that he may become extreme because of this. Path."
"His extraordinary talent will bring him a lot of bad attention. Miss Grindelwald, maybe you can be a friend in your friendship who can help him get back on track. ”
What a familiar rhetoric.
Fortunately Ian is not here.
Otherwise tomorrow all of Hogwarts will know that Dumbledore is lying.
"You want me, a Grindelwald, to stop Ian from becoming the Dark Lord?" Aurora's expression was full of shock, and she looked at Dumbledore with disbelief.
Dumbledore's expression did not change.
“Only you can do this.”
He whispered without changing his expression.
"My grandfather is not crazy yet, but you, the principal, must be crazy. Sure enough, my grandfather's followers are right, Hogwarts is also your prison." Aurora still spoke. So unceremoniously, she looked at Dumbledore with a strange look.
"Ian needs your help, Miss Grindelwald. Without your help, many people with ill intentions will definitely regard him as a tool that can be used."
"We all know Prin. Mr. Si is so... naive in some aspects." Dumbledore tried his best to choose his words, and his words made Aurora frown like a little old lady.
"What else do I need to do to become your apprentice?" She finally spoke without refusing, which made Dumbledore's expression become visibly happy.
"We all understand how important friends are. All you need to do is learn my knowledge, and in the days to come, you can eliminate the signs that may cause Mr. Ian Prince to fall into darkness."
Dumbledore finished speaking for a long time before Aurora nodded slowly. He immediately agreed with Aurora on the study time happily and enthusiastically sent Aurora out of the office.
"Dumbledore, what on earth are you doing? Are you fooling two people like this?" The murals on the walls bear witness to Dumbledore's shameless behavior of using the same rhetoric on two people.
"Who are you, a suspicious person, trying to guard against?" As the one who knew Dumbledore best among the principals, the portrait of Armando Dippet muttered with some dissatisfaction.
"I'm not worried about Ian. Ian has never lacked care since he was a child, and he also knows love."
Dumbledore sat back at his desk, closed his eyes and rubbed himself Between his eyebrows, he sighed and murmured in a serious tone.
“But Miss Grindelwald is different. She needs some special ways to teach, which can effectively prevent some things that we don’t want to see happen.”
Low whispers echoed through the office.
If a person wants to expel darkness for others.
She will also stand in the light.
(End of this chapter)