Dumbledore's Hesitation

Let's set aside for now the cringe-worthy scene that was so bad for Ryan —what happened between Harry and Ginny.

In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, in a room filled with all sorts of wonderful silverware and a portrait of the Hogwarts Headmaster, Dumbledore was circling around a Ravenclaw's Diadem that floated in the air.

"Amazing, amazing!"

"It's ice-cold, no different from passing through a ghost's body!"

"Hmm, does it really have magic?" Dumbledore touched the pearly white, transparent Ravenclaw's Diadem with his hand.

"Yes, Dumbledore."

"I've tried it, and it has the same effect as a real Ravenclaw's Diadem."

"But only if you're a ghost."

"And it's like a part of me, just like the clothes I wear; it will come back to me after a certain period of time."

A beautiful, tall ghost with waist-length hair and a robe that reached the ground was suspended a few inches off the ground.

Without a doubt, she is Helena Ravenclaw, known to the public as Lady Grey's Ghost.

"If this could be promoted—I should have refused in the first place; it would have been so much better to become a ghost!" Phineas keenly recognized the potential of objects Ghostification.

If that's true, then ghosts will be able to enjoy everything in the material world.

At that time, what difference will there be between being a ghost and being alive?

Perhaps, after they eat the Ghostification food, they will regain the same magical abilities as the wizards.

"Phineas, just as you said, this is indeed a great discovery, and it may change the current life form of wizards."

"However, I think I would still choose to die a natural death."

"My family is waiting for me in the Afterlife!" Dumbledore said in a cheerful tone.

"I think I should go." Helena's face suddenly turned very pale.

She didn't take the Ravenclaw's Diadem that was floating in mid-air; instead, she passed directly through the ground and disappeared.

"So that's why this happened. It turns out someone she hates has come." Dumbledore looked towards the door, where a handsome young man walked in.

He squinted. "Ravenclaw's Diadem! It's Lady Grey?"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a table laden with food appeared between him and Riddle, with a chair appearing behind each of them.

"What? I remember you used to call her Helena directly." Dumbledore sat down, took a sip of pine nut wine, smacked his lips, and said.

Riddle sat down as well, indicating that this wasn't his first time dining in the Headmaster's Office.

"I have no feelings for her."

"I only wanted the Ravenclaw's Diadem."

"I think I should keep my distance to avoid her developing unnecessary fantasies about me again," Riddle said ruthlessly.

"This was something your main soul did; you were already Horcrux back then!"

"Tom, don't be so arrogant. You're still a child at your actual age," Dumbledore teased.

"You could say that."

"But you and I both know that I am destined to spend a long, seemingly endless time at Hogwarts as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and even the headmaster."

"She is the same as a ghost."

"I think I should cut off these unnecessary ties first."

"Although a thousand years have passed, to be honest, Lady Grey is still just a child who hasn't grown up in the shadow of Ravenclaw."

"Spoiled, self-righteous, and inexplicably confident."

"Although she is very beautiful, I can't imagine how she could be so proud in terms of magic—she is so ordinary yet so confident." Riddle frowned, as if recalling the memories of the main soul at that time.

"You know, back then I wasn't just after the Ravenclaw's Diadem; I also had my sights set on Lady Grey's magical knowledge."

"You know, she's Ravenclaw's daughter!"

"But I was disappointed; she was just a good-for-nothing."

"Even if she wasn't anything special in life, she's still lived for over a thousand years."

"But he's still a good-for-nothing," Riddle remarked, commenting on the wine.

Although he was the embodiment of Voldemort's conscience, he still couldn't stand such a superficial woman.

Even Bella can't compare. Bella, after all, has a decent grasp of Dark Magic.

They can still chat for a bit.

That's why they ended up in bed together after chatting for a while.

"Let's leave Lady Grey aside for now. Today, you met Harry. What are your thoughts?" Dumbledore clasped his hands together, leaned against the table, and looked at Riddle with a serious expression.

"His magic is indeed very powerful."

"If I harbored even the slightest malice, my fate might be even worse than the Locket you gave me a while ago."

"Moreover, I sensed that he hadn't used his full strength yet." Upon hearing Riddle's words, Dumbledore suddenly laughed.

"Tom, so you really do value his power." Dumbledore waved his wand again, and an image of Harry answering questions in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom appeared in mid-air.

"Harry's most precious quality is his kind heart."

He answered that question seriously.

"He would also consider the interests of thugs who threaten his life."

"I can say that even if we had the same conditions as Harry, namely Lily's charm, we still wouldn't be able to use his magic."

"The powerful force you perceive actually originates from within Harry's heart."

"This is something we can never learn," Dumbledore exclaimed.

"If you can't learn it, then don't learn it. There's more than one way to be powerful!"

"Besides black and white, there's also gray!"

"Even if I am neither evil nor good, as long as I hold firm to my heart, I can still be strong!"

"Just like Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw is not as kind as people imagine; a large number of books at Hogwarts were obtained by her through force."

"But she was not entirely evil; in fact, she was quite kind."

"Yet she created a magic that none of the Four Founders, or even any wizard in history, could achieve!"

"Admit it, Dumbledore, love is not great!"

"It's just one form of magic," Riddle said coldly.

"Perhaps."

"Tom, do you think I should continue?"

"If I were to learn this magic and master it—" Dumbledore rare occurrence for him.

With his Wisdom, he could foresee the future impact of this magic.

Knowledge itself is not wrong!

"Even if you can't figure out the magic behind this Ravenclaw's Diadem, someone else will eventually."

"If you were the one who discovered it, you could at least control its impact and the direction of the wizarding world."

"You're too timid," Riddle said sarcastically.