Harry continued, "Then it must be the pursuit of immense power. But as everyone knows, Professor Dumbledore's command of Dark magic was no less than Voldemort's..." At that point, Harry looked at Cho Chang. 👌👽 🐊☞
Cho Chang said, "I'm a genuine Muggle, not a wizard who grew up hearing Voldemort's stories. His name naturally means nothing to me."
Harry smiled faintly. "In any case, Dumbledore is already incredibly powerful, yet he has never used that power to do anything bad. Pursuing even more power would be rather hard to justify."
As the two talked, the awkward atmosphere from earlier gradually faded away, and both of them became absorbed in discussing the question.
Cho Chang reminded him, "Don't forget, there's one very important thing we haven't mentioned yet."
Harry understood what Cho Chang meant. He smiled. "This is also the only thing I think he might possibly see. After all, no one can escape its restraints."
Human nature!
The abandoned classroom where the Mirror of Erised was kept.
Professor Dumbledore stood before the mirror. The wise eyes behind his spectacles held none of their usual calm, only endless longing and regret.
His lenses had fogged over—not from the mist that formed when coming in from the cold outdoors, but from his tears. Dumbledore's tears!
His voice choked, like that of a lone wolf desperately trying to suppress the violent surges of his emotions. "Ariana..."
A cat squatted on the ground, staring at the countless fish in the mirror with shining eyes, drool continuously dripping from its mouth...
During these final few days, the students were all distracted, and the professors could do nothing about it. Fortunately, they still had two diligent students, Harry and Hermione, which offered them at least a little comfort. 👊😂 ☹🍭