Stop criticizing yourself from the current perspective.
This is the only thing Sean wants to say.
Dumbledore raised his light blue eyes, and only then did he fully feel the emotions Minerva and Severus had.
What a good kid this is--
he thought.
If a person possesses great power and great talent but remains humble;
If a person has struggled towards death and life in a barren soil, he is still willing to be moved by every weak and insignificant struggle;
If a person has never experienced too many good things but always has the most genuine kindness towards the world and does his best to all those in need...
Then such a person may be called the greatest.
Because when it comes to being the same as him, no one can do it better than him.
<Daily Prophet> describes him as the successor of the greatest wizard, but whose class is he taking? To a certain extent, he is not a student.
"If you knew how wrong I had been..."
Dumbledore seemed to have returned to his student days, talking to a great soul recognized by Soul Artifact.
"That doesn't matter, does it? If the person you're trying to get back is a soul...
Well, please don't pity the dead yet, Rector. Have pity on the living, and above all, have pity on those who live without love."
Sean looked at Headmaster Dumbledore, and his eyes told Dumbledore that there are people here who need to be pitied.
"Child--"
Dumbledore's long beard trembled, and he suddenly realized that those were the words he had always wanted to describe but had never been reflected in his mind.
Or, in other words, it was what he said without shame before ending his shameful life.
"I will do it, Principal."
Sean heard his own voice grow stiff. Everyone here hoped that Dumbledore would become a strong and unyielding city wall, even himself.
But how many people care about this old man's broken and lonely heart?
What he wants most are wool socks? Maybe...
Dumbledore was completely stunned. He couldn't describe his feelings. His language was not much richer than anyone else's at the moment.
He is personally sending such children to the dangerous the Boundary, even though he clearly knows how much change such a wizard will bring to Magical World.
"Ignore..."
He wanted to speak several times, but was speechless.
"Ignore my request, child, ignore me..."
When an owl flew out of Headmaster's office and delivered a letter from Hogwarts to Sean, Dumbledore said as if he had untied some knot in his heart.
His blue eyes narrowed and returned to their former kindness.
"Magical World There are many people who deserve help, but that doesn't include me."
Dumbledore looked directly into Sean's eyes again.
Only now did he know everything that was turbulent behind the calmness.
Even a person like him would be burned by such a sincere soul.
Sean said nothing. Of course he knew what Headmaster Dumbledore was thinking. He knew that the Boundary was very dangerous, and its danger lay in the wizard's inability to control the soul realm.
But Sean is different. He always has an advantage in learning any magic. Sooner or later, he will do everything he can.
If there really is a lost Ariana in the Boundary, then... please ask for the Sean in front of you. Compared with placing your hopes on Resurrection Stone, the probability of success is almost increased from zero to ninety-nine percent.
"Forget our conversation, kid, I still hope to see you here every Saturday during the summer vacation.
Although I am not as smart as you think, but over a long period of time, even the dullest person will gain something."
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled kindly and said,
"For example, if you speak at the Boundary, it's just a small problem."
When Sean walked out of Headmaster's office, Headmaster Dumbledore could still see something in those calm green eyes.
"There are no accidents in this world, Albus. If the child must find something, he will definitely find it."
Dumbledore reminds me of what Minerva said at that time.
This is a paranoid child who always moves forward on the right path.
So... did I make another regretful decision?
Sunlight shone in the corridor, Sean was covered with a thin layer of halo.
He quietly mentioned the importance of Soul Transfiguration. Anyone would be touched by the prayer of an old man who has protected Magical World for decades.
As for now, Professor McGonagall is still waiting for him.
He took out the letter, and the writing on it dazzled his eyes in the sunlight:
[Come to me, child.
--Minerva]
At the door of Transfiguration office, Professor McGonagall stood by the window.
Why do Hogwarts wizards like to stand by the window?
Sean's thoughts are a little divergent.
"Child, come to me--"
Professor McGonagall calls softly,
"When you are happy, maybe you should think that someone is waiting for you to share it--"
Sean I don't understand, what does this mean?
"You... actually think this is a small thing?"
Professor McGonagall read something from his confusion.
She recalled the great result that Olivia shared with her in the Great Hall, and now she was shocked and funny.
"You took an unprecedented step in Transfiguration. Everyone will remember your deeds from Transfiguration to Fantastic Beasts..."
Professor McGonagall said with a smile.
"Actually, Professor, I haven't understood the principle yet... I haven't mastered the Ancient Runes of self Transfiguration, and this is still the self Transfiguration that cannot be reproduced yet..."
Only then did Sean realize something.
It turned out to be the Fantastic Beasts version of Animagus Transfiguration that he had inexplicably achieved.
So in the following afternoon, Sean followed Professor McGonagall to master his own Kneazle form.
It was the same problem he encountered before - he couldn't deeply control his body, so Professor McGonagall's help came so timely.
In Kneazle form, Sean can even sense the environment through its beard after practice.
With his eyes closed, he could still run and jump by sensing the flow of the breeze, although now he always bumped into something.
Tabby Cat watched Black Cat hit the softened wall again, covering his head with his paws, and his long beard trembled happily.
The sun shines brightly in the castle, the plants on the windowsill emit fragrance, and gentle calls always come from the warm Transfiguration office.
Until Transfiguration office walked out, Sean felt like his head was shaking.
But he did not give up this attempt. If he could close his eyes and run at such a fast speed, he would have one more way out when fighting against Basilisk.
Kneazle, as Fantastic Beasts, has more incredible abilities than ordinary cats after all.
And Sean feels that even among Fantastic Beasts Kneazle, his own Doppelganger may be a relatively powerful one.
Now, he is going to find another Fantastic Beasts to prepare an interesting opponent for Basilisk.
"Hagrid--"
Forbidden Forest called out at the edge, Sean.