"Fairy tales are wonderful, of course, but people have to grow up," Murphy said. "Only by leaving childhood behind can people truly mature, shoulder the responsibilities that belong to them, and move toward a brighter future built on a more mature and clear understanding."
"Even if growing up comes with growing pains, that is a price that has to be paid."
"Fairy tales. So that's how you see our world," Dumbledore said. "Then do you think we're all foolish?"
"Sometimes, I suppose." Murphy smiled. "More often, I find it endearing, simple. Most wizards are clumsy but interesting. Unfortunately, I've gradually grown tired of that optimist's simple way of living."
"I've grown up, Professor. This cradle makes me feel confined."
Confined, and that was why he wanted to break it.
But why did he feel confined? Or rather, why had he "grown up"?
The vast majority of people in the wizarding world had chosen to live under this set of "fairy-tale" rules, as you called them, so why were you so different from them?
Dumbledore's deep-blue eyes fixed on him. "All this time, I've had one question. Are you still Murphy Darkholme?"
Murphy looked back calmly. "No matter whom you mean, the person standing before you now is me, Professor."
After a long while, Dumbledore sighed. "Perhaps you're right. But you know I will still stop you. The wizarding world does not need to be too clear-eyed or rational to continue existing perfectly well. If a person could remain in childhood forever, what would be wrong with that?"
"There is no forever, Professor," Murphy said.
"Shutting your eyes and ears, burying your head in the sand, refusing to listen, refusing to look, refusing to think, and then believing the world will not change—that is nothing but self-deception."
"There is only one