"Mercy?"
Faced with Vaughn's ambiguous question, Dumbledore smiled and shrugged. "At the very least, it didn't force any particular person to win."
This was a topic they had discussed last semester.
Dumbledore, who had once been one of the Twins of Fate, had every right to speak on it.
Vaughn said nothing more. He silently watched the two "invisible celestial bodies" drawing ever closer below, which meant Harry had found Tom's diary.
He suddenly asked, "Is there any standard to follow when it comes to backlash?"
Dumbledore froze at that. "What are you planning to do?"
Vaughn did not answer. He merely looked down, weighing things in his heart.
Between Harry and Tom, his personal feelings naturally leaned toward Harry. But when it came to his true intentions and ideals, it made no difference to him which of the so-called children of fate won or lost.
Their struggle did almost nothing to advance the wizarding world. Compared to the conflict between Dumbledore and Grindelwald decades ago, or even the struggles of more ancient children of fate, there was no difference at all. It was nothing more than a fight for power and profit, continuing the unchanging political cycle of the wizarding world that had persisted for centuries, even millennia.
That was not the wizarding world Vaughn wanted.
So no matter who won, when Vaughn finally decided to reform the wizarding world, the victor would face the same situation—either integrate into the order Vaughn rebuilt, or stand against it!
Such a situation would not be determined by personal will.
It was the tide of the times!
Watching the entanglement of fate between Harry and Tom's diary this time was one of the few occasions when he had actively involved himself in Harry Potter's "story."
His trip to North America had made