The scene is changing.
But it didn't return to Headmaster's Office as Ian thought. The whole world seemed to have countless overlapping lights and shadows, and pictures continued to emerge like a movie.
Fragmented.
But it's not confusing.
It has nothing to do with the memories that were obscured and modified by Albus. Dumbledore in some way. It is the story after Ariana. Dumbledore died in that accident.
Gellert. Grindelwald left on the night of the incident. His figure from behind was neither hasty nor embarrassed, but his expression and stumbling steps were not as good as those of a hasty and embarrassed person.
As perceived by Ian.
Aberforth. Dumbledore may be the loser who cannot face the reality, but Albus. Dumbledore chose to bear the pain and responsibility on himself.
In the rapidly changing scenes, Aberforth. Dumbledore waved his fist at Albus. Dumbledore after the funeral. Albus. Dumbledore, whose face was covered with blood and swelling, just knelt in front of the grave without saying a word.
Blood stains dripped down his face.
The high-spirited young man who once seemed to have disappeared, his dreams and ambitions were buried with the last handful of soil on the grave, and depression became the main theme in the chaotic days.
He finally returned to Hogwarts, to this school known as hope. Students came and went like a stream, but teaching them was not the purpose of Albus. Dumbledore's return.
In the library, Restricted Section, apart from the necessary teaching tasks, Albus. Dumbledore spends almost all their time flipping through books one after another.
From the famous legendary wizards in history to the extremely talented magic scholars in modern times, Albus. Dumbledore has studied the lifelong efforts of many geniuses.
He learned a lot.
But without exception, it was not what he longed for. When Albus, Dumbledore reached out to the power of curse and darkness, Herpo the Foul also became his learning object during this period.
Looking at the young man who looked a little crazy, eagerly searching for the secrets of the soul, and finally finding nothing, he knelt down in the rainy night and screamed in anger and unwillingness.
Ian It is difficult to connect this figure with the old principal who is now wise, kind and praised by countless people. He couldn't help but turn his head and look at Headmaster Dumbledore who had been standing beside him.
"Our lesson is not over yet."
Albus. Dumbledore just spoke gently. He wiped the tears on the back of his frame, his voice was quiet, and his eyes still showed the sadness and... shame that had not dissipated.
There was no explanation, no excuse. Albus. Dumbledore just showed his memories and the most unbearable past in his life before Ian's eyes.
It's so profound.
Teaching by words and deeds.
"I heard that Herpo's end was not good." Ian did not lose respect for Dumbledore because of what he saw. On the contrary, he never had the same respect for the old man next to him as he does today.
"That's how it should be."
Albus. Dumbledore nodded slightly.
The scene continues.
Young Albus. Dumbledore rummaged through the entire Hogwarts library and knew the collection of books here very well, but he was not happy because he became stronger.
Strength is growing.
The will becomes more and more depressed.
The more he understands, the more he realizes that some things are impossible. No one has been able to do it in the past. Even he can only place his hope on the legends that do not exist - Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Invisibility Cloak is Deathly Hallows. It is said that as long as you get these three items, you can become the master of Death.
From scene to scene.
Ian all noticed one detail.
No matter when studying, living, or teaching, Albus. Dumbledore always carries that book, <The Tales of Beedle the Bard>, which has been circulated since the Middle Ages.
Ian even took a closer look carefully. However, what disappointed him was that the author of <The Tales of Beedle the Bard>, just like the name of the story collection, came from a name he had never heard of.
It's not a surprising AK47. Rowling Squib Witch.
"If you like this book, I can give you a special copy." The real Albus. Dumbledore probably misunderstood Ian's behavior of approaching and snatching the book from the memory.
"Thank you very much."
The disappointed Ian originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought that there might be Dumbledore's signature in the blank space above, and he was able to reproduce the perfect craftsmanship at 90 degrees.
The serious attitude immediately made Dumbledore lose his ability.
"It's just a book."
Albus. Dumbledore didn't understand why Ian's eyebrows suddenly became happy. Perhaps, this was a child who likes fairy tales very much like himself.
But the reason why he is obsessed with fairy tales is because when he was young, reality could no longer give him hope, so he could only find the ray of comfort in fairy tales.
Until now.
The past that Albus. Dumbledore showed for Ian also elaborated on this point. He had heard the story of Deathly Hallows, and Gellert. Grindelwald's friendship has not yet been broken. When they were enjoying communication on the grass, Gellert. Grindelwald once mentioned looking for them, but Dumbledore, who was so proud at the time, did not believe in false fairy tales.
Of course.
It is also possible that young Dumbledore believed more in his own power - in short, unable to meet his own needs from reality, young Albus. Dumbledore embarked on a journey during the holidays.
A dreamlike fast forward begins.
Traveling across mountains and rivers.
Albus. Dumbledore did not find the stone that was said to be able to interfere with life and death, but in the process of searching, he saw the figure of the man again.
Gellert. Grindelwald.
This man is more powerful than before, and at the same time, he is far more radical than before. This may also be a kind of separate healing. Gellert. Grindelwald can be seen in different countries.
Some say he is invincible, others say he wants to conquer the world. Countless followers emerge one after another, and Gellert. Grindelwald also holds the seemingly invincible magic wand in their hands.
"I want to defeat fate!"
Far distance.
Someone is using hints to try to persuade me to stay.
"As long as we are together, as long as we join forces, no one can stop us, and we can do everything we want to do!"
It's like giving a speech to the believers.
Young Albus. Dumbledore heard the man's declaration, which was the future they had imagined together, but his silent heart could no longer allow him and the people around him to respond together.
There were many people kneeling in front of Gellert. Grindelwald. They were just like Death Eaters when facing Voldemort, kissing the ground under Gellert. Grindelwald's feet.
But it is not the power that Gellert. Grindelwald has.
The battle has begun.
History seems to be about to be written.
Nordics, Eastern Europe, Germany, France, Hungary, Switzerland... Acolytes are following the pace of their leaders, and more and more radical visions are beginning to sprout in the process of expansion.
Those who surrender can survive.
Anyone who stands in the way can be killed... babies, pregnant women, old people, girls. Ian follows the young Albus. Dumbledore, as if he has returned to the era called the dark years.
There are wavers.
Gellert. Grindelwald will let them go.
However.
He will still say it to the remaining people.
"The law of nature is the law of nature. Only blood and fire can create peace. Only by fighting for the family behind us and the responsibilities on our bodies can we win a new future!"
"This is not killing or persecution. We are different from those cruel United States people. The Muggle people in our world will still exist, and our people will be born from them!"
"What we are doing is never a genocide! We are just fighting for our own race, exchanging the present for the future, and using the sacrifice of a few to quell the resistance of the majority!"
"I don't blame those who left, but I'm grateful for those who stayed. History will eventually prove that we were right. Everyone, it's time for a different group to guide this world!"
"Even if we are guilty, we will still... For the Greater Good fight!"
Amid cheers and excitement.
The black wave is sweeping even more violently.
The desolation was inevitable, and the young Albus. Dumbledore had hesitations. He had entanglements, and he had saved some people, but he had never been involved in this earth-shaking change.
The bright red and bright hanging ornaments flashed by.
"That's Blood Pact, far more loyal than Unbreakable Vow." Dumbledore beside Ian spoke in a low voice and explained for him, "The two parties who signed Blood Pact cannot hurt each other. Miss Grindelwald's grandfather and I once thought of overturning the world together. This is the guarantee and testimony we agreed to give each other."
There was a slight pause.
Dumbledore then continued to speak.
"Of course, I am not trying to find an excuse for my inaction. In fact, during this period, I have been trapped in the obsession of pursuing another thing."
It's obvious.
Young Albus. Dumbledore was pursuing Resurrection Stone. He obviously failed to get what he wanted in the following years. It was not until people kept asking him for help that he finally decided to come forward.
The voice of Newt. Scamander began to appear in the scene. With the help of young Albus. Dumbledore, he successfully fought against Gellert. Grindelwald again and again.
When Blood Pact shatters.
As recorded in the history of the wizarding world, a decisive battle began between close friends. Gellert. Grindelwald was ultimately defeated and "imprisoned" in that dark tower.
Phoenix's figure was mixed in the picture, and the scene changed quickly. Ian only saw the withering and departure of Phoenix, and a young man quietly waiting for death.
Time goes by.
Many people are celebrating joy.
Few people can find that Albus. Dumbledore is even more depressed. He obtained the magic wand that is said to be able to control destiny, but it failed to prevent the tragedy that fate bestowed on him.
A seemingly peaceful day.
Albus. Dumbledore, who had become numb from searching and experiencing, stepped into the familiar courtyard of Ian.
Fire burning on the wardrobe.
It reflects the fear and desire in the eyes of a handsome young man.
"This is another story. I don't think you need to learn anything from this. You just need to understand that you should never ignore the impact of your actions on the people around you."
Albus. Dumbledore stared at the boy in the scene.
"Perhaps he had a very bad character from the beginning, but if I could pay more attention to him instead of threatening him with disgust, he probably wouldn't have reached such a bad state now."
The old principal sighed slightly.
He looked very tired.
This is indeed the case.
After all, this is a trip down memory lane.
Dumbledore is equivalent to tearing open a bloody wound, just so that Ian can learn something in his life, so that Ian can avoid making the same mistakes as him in the future.
"Is he Voldemort?"
Ian Asked knowingly.
"His name is Tom. Riddle. Of course, there is nothing wrong with calling him Voldemort. It's just that in the process of pursuing power, he abandoned his original name."
Albus. Dumbledore turned around, the scene began to blur and rotate, the light and shadow gradually became distorted, and the familiar room Hogwarts Headmaster's Office reappeared.
Everything before disappeared like a phantom, the silver utensils on the table were still steaming with mist, and the principals on the wall were whispering, Sorting Hat was complaining to Fawkes Ian.
"You have to believe me, I will find a way to cure him sooner or later."
"Gryffindor doesn't dare to use a brush against me. Why is he, a little wizard, so bold?"
"If Dumbledore hadn't been protecting him, I would have just jumped up and hit him on the knee!"
Although Fawkes ignored it, it still couldn't stop it from chattering. It wasn't until it saw Ian looking in its direction that it immediately closed its mouth and pretended to be dead.
"The decision is yours, Fawkes, take it to Black Lake to take a bath, and I will let you stay on my head for a little longer next time!" Ian usually avenges her on the same day.
Following his promise, Fawkes immediately grabbed Sorting Hat and flew out of the window.
"Prince is born vicious! When you have a child in the future, Hogwarts, I will definitely give him to Azkaban!" Sorting Hat's hysterical scream gradually faded away.
"It's so funny, I don't want to have children at all." Ian didn't take Sorting Hat's threat seriously. He looked at Dumbledore. At this time, the old principal had already taken down a book from the bookshelf.
"It can be regarded as a gift. After all, it took up a lot of your time."
He handed <The Tales of Beedle the Bard> to Ian.
"Thank you!"
Ian took the book from Dumbledore's hand and couldn't wait to open the pages. Sure enough, in the blank space of the first page, there was a paragraph of Dumbledore's views on this book.
And right behind the opinion is the signature of Dumbledore. Unlike the review note in the library, Restricted Section, there are many, many blank spaces on this piece of paper.
"Sooner or later it will work!"
Ian's satisfaction is still difficult for Dumbledore to understand.
"Don't you ask about Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore obviously had a new misunderstanding, and he put his Elder Wand on the desk.
Ian didn't even take a look.
"I have read stories about them in other books. With all due respect, if Deathly Hallows is really that powerful, how could Aurora's grandfather lose to you?"
Ian understands the truth about Deathly Hallows. It is true that they are extremely powerful alchemical creations, but Ian's alchemical level is obviously not yet high enough to analyze them.
As for their effects.
Whether it is Resurrection Stone or Invisibility Cloak, they are more bragging than actual use. Perhaps Elder Wand is the most worthy of the name, but Ian believes that the power is due to itself.
Whoever gets it will be invincible?
Countless facts have proved that such rumors are really not as good as Avada Lightning Chain.
"A very wise opinion. As I said, you really understand better than many adult wizards." Dumbledore slowly sat down with a sigh of relief.
He looked very tired and exhausted, leaning back in his chair, like a summer worker who had driven screws in the factory for 15 hours and then returned to the employee dormitory.
"I hope today's journey can be helpful to you." Dumbledore whispered softly.
Ian put <The Tales of Beedle the Bard> into his arms.
"Don't you have anything to ask?"
He decided to return the favor.
When a brilliant and great elder talks frankly and uses his painful past to make him understand some truth, of course he should respond with the most sincere trust.
Anyway, some things have been accidentally leaked.
"You have already told me the answer with your actions, so I don't need a verbal answer."
Faced with such a direct inquiry from Ian, Dumbledore shook his head, took off his somewhat cloudy glasses, and began to wipe the tears on them with a small handkerchief.
"To be honest, on the day I guessed the answer, I was very jealous of you... Really, Ian, very jealous, I never thought I would feel this emotion at any time."
Dumbledore's hands were a little trembling, "What an incredible talent. I once heard that Merlin also has such an ability, but after all, I have been pursuing it all my life and have not been able to verify the rumors."
"In fact, not only Merlin, but also among some unpublished miscellaneous items of Hogwarts, I also found a notebook from Hufflepuff's Founders Helga·Hufflepuff."
"That was probably the clue that I had the greatest hope for a long time." Dumbledore put the glasses back on again, with a deep regret in his eyes.
"What clue?"
Ian asked curiously.
Dumbledore did not continue to be the Riddler to hide, "In the Tales of Beedle the Bard, there is a story about Deathly Hallows. It tells the story of three brothers making a deal with the God of Death."
Heard this.
Ian took out the book in his arms and turned to the corresponding page.
[Once upon a time, three brothers met the God of Death by the river...]
The story is not too long.
It's probably the origin of Deathly Hallows and the fairy tale it triggered. The eldest brother chose Elder Wand, which controls destiny, the second child chose Resurrection Stone, which can summon relatives, and then the third child chose Invisibility Cloak, which can avoid everything. In the end, the eldest brother died of the impermanence of fate, and the second child died of the blasphemy of life and death.
Only the smart third child left the limit Invisibility Cloak to his son when he was old, and passed away like his old friend with the coming god of death.
"Does this story have anything to do with the notes of Helga·Hufflepuff's ancestors?" Ian felt a little confused. Could it be that Helga·Hufflepuff had also seen the God of Death?
"Yes, Ian."
Dumbledore nodded, his expression lost in memories, "In that notebook, there is another story recorded, or a more credible... history?"
He seemed unsure of his choice of words.
After all.
"I can't confirm the authenticity of the record because I searched many places and couldn't find any way to verify the things mentioned by Helga·Hufflepuff in the record."
Dumbledore's voice is full of regret and melancholy.
His words made Ian even more curious.
"What happened?"
This is obviously a little-known secret. Ian may not be interested in the romantic gossip among the little wizards, but he really likes to obtain secrets and knowledge that others don't know.
"Just like the three brothers in the Tales of Beedle the Bard, Helga·Hufflepuff once said that as a witness, he witnessed a transaction conducted by the other three Founders and Lord of Death."
"According to the ancient contract of the Lady Ravenclaw family, the three Founders each received a gift, but they also had to bear a price..."
"Helga·Hufflepuff did not explain this in detail."
"She just showed off proudly in her notes. She is the smartest among Four Founders. She has seen the Tale of the Three Brothers, so she did not get involved in that transaction."
Dumbledore's tone was full of emotion.
"Of course, although I have no intention of offending you Founders, judging from the final cause of death of Helga·Hufflepuff, perhaps Helga·Hufflepuff is not as smart as she thinks." It is estimated that only wizards like Albus. Dumbledore dare to do this to Hogwarts Founders was very critical.
"Lord of Death?"
Ian's focus was on another aspect. He seemed to have remembered something, and his brows furrowed on his immature face.
"Just a personal opinion. Helga·Hufflepuff loved to read some biographies during her lifetime. Perhaps this should be another alternative name for the God of Death?"
Dumbledore is just guessing.
"Anyway, Helga·Hufflepuff's Notebook has also provided me with new hope. She is Founders after all. The things recorded in the notes cannot be stories written by herself, right?"
Judging from Dumbledore's uncertain tone, it is obvious that he has some doubts about Helga·Hufflepuff, but this suspicion obviously has certain reasonable reasons.
"For me as a young man, if I could, I would of course be willing to sign any form of contract with the God of Death. I would accept any price as long as it could save the tragedy I had caused."
"I spent a long time studying the history of the Ravenclaw Family, but I still couldn't find that contract, just like I couldn't find the legendary Resurrection Stone."
"As for trying to communicate with the world of the dead, existing contracts and ancient books won't work, nor will curses. I also thought about creating my own, but to this day I still haven't succeeded."
Dumbledore sighed heavily, the tiredness in his tone was a bit stronger, but his eyes were brighter than ever.
"I actually chose to seal up my obsession until you appeared. Fate seemed to have played a joke on me, allowing me to see the exact possibility in you."
His voice began to tremble, "Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I really can't bear it... Ariana, what kind of life is she living on the other side."
The pleading eyes appeared again.
Ian is a bit overwhelming.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, we all know that there is just a transit station, Ariana is just waiting there, she doesn't seem to blame anyone."
"At least, when she mentioned her two brothers with me, she always felt joy and nostalgia. She told me more than once how good her brothers were to her."
Ian's response made Dumbledore burst into tears and even started to choke.
"It's not like this, it's not like this... I have always been very selfish. I even thought that Aberforth would just take care of her. Family is just a drag on me."
"I have never been a qualified brother."
Dumbledore was not comforted by Ian's words. Instead, he covered his face with even more sadness and guilt. This was probably a side of him that no one had ever seen before.
"I don't know much about that place, but at least one thing I'm sure of is that hatred and resentment are eternal memories, but Ariana now only remembers the beauty of the past."
"Professor, she has already chosen to forgive." Ian wanted to stand up and lie on the table to pat Dumbledore on the back, but his little hands could only reach Dumbledore's head.
He still chose to take a shot.
Achieved an achievement that Voldemort didn't even dare to think about.
"Thank you, Ian, for making me realize that she is there." Dumbledore's voice was low and hoarse, and the firm look in his eyes when he raised his head sent a chill down Ian's spine.
"Professor! I kindly comfort you, but you can't harm me. Ariana warned me not to reveal this secret. What she wants to see is that you and your brother die!"
Ian may have used some rhetorical techniques in his words.
This is something that can't be helped.
He felt that he had to speak up and remind him.
Otherwise.
Judging from some of the emotions he felt today, he was not sure that he would get up happily to go to class tomorrow, and then he would see Albus. Dumbledore hanging at Headmaster's Office with a group of people.
The kind that sticks out its tongue so long.
Maybe Albus. Dumbledore, in order to reunite his family, next to his hanging body, there might be Aberforth who was tricked into coming here and suffered misfortune.
Just thinking about that picture is a bit horrific!
"You don't have to worry about this, Ian, I won't make any extreme choices."
Although Dumbledore said so, Ian dared to bet with his roommate's limited edition underwear. He saw a ray of disappointment in Dumbledore's eyes.
[Thought Perception] doesn't lie to people.
Old Bee is the guy who keeps telling lies!
Ian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ariana lives very well there, and will wait for you for a long, long time. She also has friends, and may be much happier than living here."
"After all, at least there is no Voldemort in that place... There is no Voldemort who can stand up and walk and Avada Kedavra everywhere." Ian felt that he should also give Dumbledore a reassurance.
"Riddle will no longer be a threat soon." Dumbledore seemed to be a little too frank, and his eyes flashed with a light that Ian couldn't understand.
"Ah? Do you want me to tell her the story of Dumbledore outsmarting Voldemort? How many times should I tell it? Do you want me to use some rhetorical techniques to build your stature?"
Ian looked at Dumbledore in surprise.
"..."
Dumbledore was silent for a while and seemed to catch his breath.
"Oh, by the way, Ariana said before that if anything happens to me while I'm alive, I can ask her brother for help. Do you think her words count?"
Ian suddenly remembered what happened at Limbo before school started.
"Of course."
Dumbledore stared at the little wizard in front of him.
His tone was gentle but seemed to carry a kind of power, and was extremely solemn, "Ian. Prince, from today on, Dumbledore Family will be your most reliable connection in the wizarding world."
This is obviously a solemn commitment.
"Praise the ancestors, praise Hogwarts, praise Founders, praise my good friend Ariana." Ian was so excited that he knew that his compensation and apology must be secure.
This is the principal's promise!
Maybe when you go out later, you can start walking sideways in the corridor of Hogwarts? Sure enough! There is nothing wrong with making some good friends when you go out!
"I heard that Aurora was taken away by her family. I still owe her a gift in return. Will she return to Hogwarts to study?" Ian suddenly thought of another good friend of his.
"Due to the unfortunate experience of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, Miss Grindelwald stayed under the protection of her family for a period of time. Now her family has sent her back to Hogwarts, but she will probably not be able to start classes until tomorrow." Dumbledore seemed to recall the conversation on that high tower not long ago.
He considered it for a while.
Then he spoke softly to Ian, "Due to her background, Miss Grindelwald has lived in an abnormal environment since she was a child. This makes me very worried that she may go to the extreme path."
"Many remaining Acolytes want her to become the new nightmare of wizards. Ian, that shouldn't be her mission. Maybe you can provide her with some correct guidance in your friendship."
Dumbledore's tone sounded like a request.
Ian nodded without thinking.
"As a friend, of course I have a duty to do this. Only a fool would pretend to be Dark Lord. Don't worry, I think Aurora is actually a kind person."
Ian patted his chest and made a promise.
Even if he tries to make up for the Great Hall's bug of not dripping oil from his candles, Aurora will think that he is a bad person, and his good friend Aurora's outlook on life is obviously much better than his.
"Yes, idiot, I agree with your description. You are really much smarter than Riddle." Dumbledore smiled and nodded with great satisfaction.
"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first?"
Ian felt that the previous memory magic had consumed a lot of money on Dumbledore. It was mentally draining. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like Dumbledore had screwed in for 20 hours.
Hmm.
It's five hours longer than it was just now.
"Of course, no problem. You can come to me again at any time."
Dumbledore stood up and said goodbye.
He stopped at the office door.
"If you can, please also send greetings to Ariana for me and tell her... everything will go as she wishes." Dumbledore asked in a low tone.
Ian nodded.
"I will bring you greetings, and also bring you a reply from afar, and maybe some photos." He ran out of the door, preparing to borrow some books from the library while there was still some time.
The long night.
Who can sleep without reading more books?
Because he was paying attention to the little time left, Ian did not see Dumbledore behind him who was about to return to his desk suddenly turned around after he finished speaking.
His eyes were full of horror.
The clock is ticking.
Dumbledore is flipping through some books.
He did not choose to sleep.
Instead, he was waiting for another meeting. When the little wizard knocked on Headmaster's Office's door, Dumbledore adjusted his clothes and tried his best to look the same as usual.
"Please come in."
Dumbledore forced himself to speak, and the wooden door was pushed open by a pair of small hands. Aurora, with a cold face, hesitantly walked into the office where Sorting Hat had not yet returned.
"Headmaster Dumbledore."
Aurora maintains a basic understanding, but is a little confused about what happened to her. She has just returned to Hogwarts. Could it be that she was sued by someone for the more than 80 things she did in the past few days that violated school rules?
"Please sit down, Miss Grindelwald."
Dumbledore smiled and raised his hand, letting Aurora sit opposite him. The cautious girl was a little suspicious, and her strange-colored eyes were full of suspicion.
"Did I make a mistake?"
Her tone was cautiously probing.
"That's not the case, Miss Grindelwald, I want to see you. It has nothing to do with the one hundred and seven school rules you violated, it's just for some other reason."
Dumbledore's tone is still gentle.
"..."
Aurora was stunned.
"Aren't there only eighty-three items?"
She frowned.
It was as if I had just counted them in my mind.
"It looks like you memorized the school rules very well." Dumbledore's eyes twitched, but he still maintained a gentle expression. Aurora, who was sitting opposite him, was very defensive about him.
"Am I going to be fired?"
Aurora is not nervous, but his voice is a little regretful.
"If you don't get caught, you don't make a mistake. This is actually a school rule." Dumbledore blinked at Aurora, but there was no intention of accountability in his words.
"Ah?"
Aurora seems very surprised.
"Actually, I want to meet you alone. This matter involves your good friend, Mr. Ian. Prince." Dumbledore's words made Aurora's expression become more serious.
Her subtle changes were all noticed by Dumbledore.
"Miss Grindelwald, you must have realized that Ian is different from most little wizards." Seeing Aurora nodded hesitantly.
Dumbledore went on to say, "Among the people I have met, those who are as amazing and talented as him do not have his powerful magic power, and those who possess magic power do not have such a powerful talent. To be honest, in my lifetime, I never thought that I would meet such a junior who is difficult to match."
Albus. Dumbledore is really sighing with emotion.
"Can you tell me the important point?"
Aurora's eyes became more and more alert.
"Indeed, something happened tonight. I may have been a little verbose. Let's get to the point. Miss Grindelwald, I hope you can become my apprentice."
Albus. Dumbledore spoke seriously.
"Apprentice?"
Aurora was a little confused.
"Yes, you will inherit all my knowledge and pass on my school of thought." Dumbledore said very seriously. He believed that the girl in front of him must know the meaning of this ancient inheritance.
"Did my grandfather agree?"
Aurora is still a little overwhelmed.
"His consent is not required. This is something you need to decide on your own." Dumbledore's voice was soft and soft, and his eyes also had an unpredictable depth.
"I want to know why."
After a long silence, Aurora finally spoke in confusion.
Dumbledore seemed to have expected it. He nodded and responded in a somewhat serious voice, "Your friend, Mr. Ian. Prince, due to his background, has not lived in a normal environment since he was a child. This makes me very worried that he may go to the extreme path."
"His extraordinary talent will cause him to receive a lot of bad attention. Miss Grindelwald, maybe you can become a friend in your friendship who can help him get back on track."
Such a familiar rhetoric.
Fortunately Ian is not here.
Otherwise tomorrow all Hogwarts will know that Dumbledore is lying.
"You want me, a Grindelwald, to prevent Ian from becoming Dark Lord?" Aurora's expression was full of shock, and he looked at Dumbledore with an unbelievable look.
Dumbledore's expression did not change.
"Only you can do this."
He still said in a low voice without changing his expression.
"My grandfather is not crazy yet, but you, principal, must have been. Sure enough, my grandfather's followers are right, Hogwarts is also your prison." Aurora still spoke so rudely, and her eyes when she looked at Dumbledore were full of weirdness.
"Ian needs your help, Miss Grindelwald. Without your help, many people with ill intentions will definitely regard him as a tool that can be used."
"We all know how... naive Mr. Prince is in some aspects." Dumbledore tried his best to choose his words. His words made Aurora frown like a little old lady.
"What else do I need to do to become your apprentice?" She finally spoke without refusing, which made Dumbledore's expression become visibly happy.
"We all understand how important friends are. All you need to do is learn my knowledge. In the days to come, you can eliminate the signs that may lead Mr. Ian. Prince to fall into darkness."
After Dumbledore finished speaking for a long time, Aurora nodded slowly. He immediately agreed with Aurora on the study time and enthusiastically sent Aurora out of the office.
"Dumbledore, what the hell are you doing, are you fooling two people like this?" The murals on the walls bear witness to Dumbledore's shameless behavior of using the same rhetoric on two people.
"Who are you, a suspicious person, trying to guard against?" As the one who knows Dumbledore best among the principals, the portrait of Armando·Dippet muttered with some dissatisfaction.
"I'm not worried about Ian. Ian has never lacked care since he was a child. He also knows how to love."
Dumbledore sat back at his desk, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, sighing and murmuring in a serious tone.
"But Miss Grindelwald is different. She needs some special ways to teach. This can effectively prevent some things that we don't want to see happen."
Low whispers echoed through the office.
If one wants to expel darkness for others.
Then she will stand in the light.
(End of chapter)