Fawkes flapped his wings and caught up with Silan, perching on his shoulder and comforting him, "Life is short, that's only natural."
"You don't need to be so hard on yourself. Dudu wouldn't want to see you like this either."
"I don't think it's offensive for you to use my memory of Dudu. If it makes you feel better, I'd be happy to."
After saying that, Fawkes reluctantly pecked off one of his feathers and put it in Silan's hand.
"You just said that Dudu looks a lot like me, and it's also red."
"Hopefully this feather can ease your regret and longing for Dudu."
Fawkes, who had previously felt a distance from Silan, has now not only completely eliminated that barrier but has even felt a pang of guilt.
I shouldn't have doubted this child.
He endured far more suffering than someone his age should have to bear.
"Thank you, Fawkes." Silan was happy inside, but her face still looked sad.
"Don't mention it." Fawkes touched Silan's forehead with his head. "You can look me up when you have time."
Silan smiled and nodded earnestly.
[Animal Bloodline: Proficiency +50]
Seeing the virtual screen that popped up in front of her, it was hard for Silan not to smile.
Dumbledore has been very worried lately.
All right.
Actually, he was always worried during summer vacation, but this year his worries lasted for an unusually long time.
Outsiders all thought that as the most powerful wizard of his time and the headmaster of Hogwarts, he should be living a life of unparalleled glory, but in reality, he was troubled by the same problem every year.
That is, how to lure in a new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor from outside.
The professors for this course are worn out so quickly; some can't even last a full academic year.
For example, Lockhart.
After he went mad, Dumbledore immediately began looking for a new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor.
But his old friends were very well-informed, and they either went on vacation or pretended not to be home, refusing to open the door for him.
This left Dumbledore's crooked nose covered in dust.
In addition, Professor Kettleburn the Care of Magical Creatures, recently resigned, leaving the course vacant.
Dumbledore decided to first determine the professor for the course.
"Tap tap tap."
"They're here!"
Hagrid opened the door with a loud bang that swept through like a strong gust of wind, making Dumbledore's beard twitch.
"Oh! Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid was somewhat flustered, and in his panic, he bumped his head against the door frame.
"Hello, Hagrid. Please come in."
Hagrid, ignoring his head that had bumped against the doorframe, hurriedly ushered Dumbledore inside.
"Please, take a seat wherever you like, Professor."
As he spoke, Hagrid walked over to the creaking kettle, picked up the large teapot, and poured Dumbledore a cup of hot tea.
"Thank you, Hagrid. Please have a seat." Dumbledore a smile.
Hagrid sat down on a low stool, carrying a large teapot, only to realize afterward that he hadn't put the teapot back.
"I think you already know," Dumbledore said slowly, taking a sip of tea from a large cup. "Professor Kettleburn came to see me a few days ago."
Upon hearing this, Hagrid, who was about to get up and put the large teapot back on the stove, stopped.
"Yes, yes, I understand," Hagrid stammered nervously, still gripping the handle of the large teapot.
"Ah... time flies."
Dumbledore his head and remarked with a sigh, "Kettleburn is retiring too."
"Honestly, I really can't bear to part with him."
"Me too." Hagrid nodded in agreement. "He's a very good professor."
"It's such a shame that many young wizards haven't had his classes yet. But he said he wanted more time to enjoy the rest of his old body, and I had no reason to refuse," Dumbledore said.
"Fortunately, Professor Kettleburn recommended you to me," Dumbledore said, smiling at Hagrid. "The young wizards will have a new professor for the Care of Magical Creatures next semester."
"So, you mean...?"
Hagrid's hand, gripping the handle of the teapot, trembled slightly, and his voice shook as much as the water in the teapot.
"Just as you thought." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid through his Half-moon Spectacles. "Of course, provided you're willing."
"Yes! Of course I'm willing!"
Hagrid suddenly stood up, the water in the teapot jerked, and a splash of hot water jumped out of the spout, making a pattering sound as it hit the ground, leaving a flower-like imprint.
His head bumped into the basket hanging in the air, but Hagrid didn't care.
"I can't believe it!"
"It has come true! The Prophecy has been fulfilled!"
"What Prophecy?" Dumbledore asked, frowning.
Hagrid steadied the basket he had bumped so hard, and exclaimed excitedly, "Silan's Prophecy!"
"He said back in first grade that he would become a professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
"Honestly, I couldn't believe it at the time."
"But now, the Prophecy has truly come true!"
Dumbledore was speechless.
Prophecy.
This word, like a winged key, hovered in the air for a while before unlocking his long-sealed memories, reminding him of many things.
For example, Grindelwald, who also possesses Prophecy abilities; Silan, standing before the Mirror of Erised; and even the Greater Good...
"Is this yet another strange coincidence?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask himself.
"Professor? Professor Dumbledore?"
Hagrid waved his fan-sized hand in front of Dumbledore's eyes and kept calling to him.
"Oh, sorry, Hagrid." Dumbledore blinked, snapping out of his daze.
"What's wrong, Professor Dumbledore?"
"It's nothing." Dumbledore waved to Hagrid and stood up from his chair. "At the opening banquet next semester, I will formally announce to the students that you will be taking over as professor of the Care of Magical Creatures."
"You'd better take advantage of the summer vacation to prepare properly."
"Yes, Professor!"
Hagrid's eyes were wide open, and his beard swept back and forth like a broom, making him look like a cramped, furry big dog.
Dumbledore left Hagrid's Hut and returned to the Headmaster's Office.
Looking around the Headmaster's Office, he noticed that Fawkes was not there.
This puzzled Dumbledore.
In his memory, Fawkes didn't like to wander around and was generally not close to anyone other than him.
After thinking about it, Dumbledore realized that he hadn't seen Fawkes for quite some time.
"Go and look for it," Dumbledore thought.