No One Will Remember Your Sacrifice

"Professor, will you be very busy lately?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, very busy—too many things to worry about, but don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you."

"I see."

"Alright, tonight's topic has been a bit heavy, but I sincerely hope you can get a good night's sleep, Sean. Your current task is still to study hard. The stronger you become, the greater your chances of suppressing ' Pride ' in the future," Dumbledore said with a smile, adjusting his glasses.

"I will try my best, Professor. I hope you get a good night's sleep too."

After Sean left the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore gave a relieved smile and sat back down in his chair, looking somewhat tired.

"A strong mental fortitude, a mature way of thinking—is this little guy really only eleven years old?" A male wizard with a curly mustache on the wall said.

"Geniuses are always emerging," another principal chimed in, dressed in a magnificent medieval robe. "But this child's bloodline... my great-grandfather experienced that history, and even just recalling it would bring a look of fear to his face."

"This child might work a miracle," a female principal countered.

"It's not just him; miracles also require other sacrifices..." a seemingly very composed wizard said in a muffled voice.

The portraits of the principals fell silent for a moment, and after a long while, a female principal who looked gentle and kind spoke up.

"Dumbledore, why did you conceal the last part of the Prophecy?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and pressed his temples. "Delilah, that last Prophecy is useless to Sean. He's always been a curious child, and knowing those things won't do him any good."

Phineas Black scoffed, "Dumbledore, you're always like this."

"That's one of the reasons why my reputation is better than yours, Phineas," Dumbledore retorted, his tone neither too harsh nor too blunt.

Phineas was annoyed. He shouted, "And then what? Do you think those heartless bastards will remember your sacrifice?"

"That's not important—okay, let's leave it at that, I need to go rest."

Dumbledore brought the conversation to a close. He glanced at the silver threads of memory still floating in the Pensieve, his pale blue eyes flashing with an unreadable expression.

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Sean walked out of the Headmaster's Office with a slightly heavy heart. He hadn't expected that the Prophecy he had made would turn him into a villain.

"This is really exhausting..." Sean sighed.

As he walked, it suddenly occurred to him that Grindelwald's attitude towards him was quite strange...

If his goals were aligned with Dumbledore's, he wouldn't have made so many extra, strange moves.

Dumbledore's meaning was clear: he wanted to guide me, which meant he hoped I would become a good person, and my own attitude would obviously have an impact on the awakening of ' Pride '.

Grindelwald is quite strange. His behavior is inconsistent with Dumbledore's, but I don't sense any malice from him... Moreover, if Grindelwald wanted to lead me to the dark side, Dumbledore wouldn't have cooperated with him...

This strange old man's thoughts are really hard to fathom...

After thinking for a long time, Sean realized that the two old men seemed to be guiding him with different educational philosophies, with Grindelwald being clearly more radical than Dumbledore ...

It was like a disagreement between parents about how to raise their child... Sean came up with a strange analogy.

With a mix of thoughts, Sean returned to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Luckily, he didn't run into Filch in the middle of the night.

Pulling the door knocker, the Bronze Eagle Knocker asked, "What is wisdom?"

Another subjective question... Door knockers often ask these kinds of questions without fixed answers; as long as you can clearly explain your thought process, you'll pass.

Sean tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Something that can help us answer this question."

The door opened, and as Sean passed through the eagle's head, he seemed to hear a sigh.

Sean was extremely sensitive right now. He carefully looked around and asked Dave if he could smell the aroma of pig brains. Only after confirming that no one was around did he go inside.

Today's Prophecy was so impactful that Sean felt he was being a bit too paranoid.

Back in the Common Room, Sean found two girls, one big and one small, leaning against each other on Common Room soft chairs.

It's Hermione and Daisy.

It was past midnight, and they were both asleep. Both had their thin eyebrows furrowed, suggesting they weren't sleeping soundly.

Sean unconsciously began to observe the two people's sleeping positions.

Hermione was slender, her calves, clad in short white socks, exposed to the air. Her delicate toes were curled together, creating small wrinkles in the socks. Because of the long-extinguished campfire, her straight, fair legs were flushed with a faint red, and she kept pressing herself against the side of the chair.

Hermione's creamy white velvet top and gray knee-length skirt clung smoothly to her beautiful body, and she even had the book "World Schools of Magic" tucked under one arm, giving her a scholarly and elegant look.

On Hermione's other side, Daisy, her brow furrowed, clung tightly to Hermione, her arms wrapped around Hermione's arm. Daisy was petite and supple, only a year younger, her figure noticeably smaller than the young girl's.

Perhaps because she truly lacked a sense of security, Daisy always wore clothes that tightly encased her. Her white blouse with pale yellow patterns had long sleeves, and the girl's slender fingers were tucked inside the sleeves, with only her pink nails sticking out.

She wore a sailor skirt, and black pantyhose clung gently to the girl's straight and slender legs. Daisy curled herself up into a small ball, the pantyhose around her knees so tight that a sliver of flesh was visible through, making her look extremely pitiful.

Girls are truly wonderful beings, especially beautiful girls.

Sean looked at the two girls, each with their own unique charm, with admiration. He sighed, and his previously heavy mood suddenly relaxed.

Perhaps he had been staring at her for a while, or perhaps she hadn't been sleeping soundly to begin with, Hermione groggily opened her eyes.

"Sean, you're back—" she exclaimed instinctively, then immediately lowered her voice.

However, Daisy was clearly not fast asleep either. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were not fully open, and her voice was soft and sweet. "Sean? Sean is back?"

Sean smiled gently, "Well, you two charming ladies, it's time for you to go to bed."