"Headmaster Dumbledore, I think deep down, you can tell the truth of this matter," Vizet said softly. "It's just that the emotional ties are too heavy..."
"Even the tiniest mistake would be more than you could bear. Because you care so much, you don't dare to be certain, and you even subconsciously deny yourself."
Seeing the complexity and pain in Dumbledore's eyes, he continued, "Actually... Aberforth told me these things."
"Aberforth?" Dumbledore's face showed astonishment, and a trace of disbelief. "He said that?"
Vizet nodded. "Yes. He said that when you face any magical problem, you can show incomparable confidence."
"The only time you aren't confident is when it comes to your family, because you're used to taking all the responsibility, and all the guilt, onto yourself."
Dumbledore gave a bitter smile and sighed. "He actually said that about me?"
"Maybe I didn't phrase it accurately enough?" Vizet blinked, his tone turning a little subtle. "When he usually says these things, he tends to mix in a few curses."
"He curses you for always being like this, always carrying everything on your shoulders, which gave him an excuse to cling to wishful thinking..."
"Because only by treating you as someone cold and heartless could he push the pain onto you with a clear conscience. As long as he hated you, that was enough. But after he finished that glass of wine, he would start cursing himself again."
At those words, Dumbledore's body trembled slightly.
"He shouldn't curse himself..." He shook his head gently, and a faint, relieved smile appeared on his face. "What he did was right. I am his brother. This is what I should bear."
Vizet knew that when it came to family affection, Dumbledore's humility was his usual stubbornness, so he said nothing more.
He changed the