Batman's Owl Godfather

Chapter 32 Dumbledore's Conjecture

"It seems that you, like thousands before you, have discovered the joys of the Mirror of Erised."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

He was an old man with a white beard, tall and thin, with silver hair and beard long enough to be tucked into his belt, and a pair of deep blue eyes behind half-moon spectacles.

His nose was long but crooked and looked as if it had been broken at least twice.

He just stood at the door, looking at Bruce with a smile.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Bruce didn't notice how Dumbledore appeared at all. It seemed like he was here in the blink of an eye.

"It's Apparition, a kind of instant teleportation magic."

Katum explained to Bruce, "But there is a ban in the school. Students cannot use it. Only the principal has the privilege."

It turned out to be the case.

Bruce was a little tempted by this ability. If he could learn it, he would be able to appear behind someone at any time, or just turn around and disappear.

He asked Katum in his heart, "When can I learn?"

"Sixth grade, it's still early."

Katum sighed, "I also hope you can learn it sooner. Once you have the ability to teleport, we can go deliver food. I dare not imagine how much money we can make."

The owl started talking nonsense again.

Bruce withdrew his thoughts and looked at the principal in front of him.

Dumbledore walked back to his seat and motioned for Bruce to sit down as well and not be so restrained.

Bruce sat on a soft chair and answered Dumbledore's previous question.

"Yes, Mr. Principal, this mirror allows me to see my family."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Dumbledore said gently. "The Mirror of Erised has a terrible power that allows us to see only our deepest and most powerful desires.

“You are lonely inside and longing for your family, so you see them standing around you.

"But Bruce, you have to remember that this mirror can neither teach us knowledge nor tell us the truth.

“We can keep our desires in our hearts, but we cannot indulge in them.”

Bruce nodded: "I understand, Mr. Principal."

"So - what do you want to tell me this time?"

Dumbledore waved his finger and two cups of hot cocoa appeared in front of him and Bruce.

Finally getting to the point, Bruce became serious and told everything that happened in the Hufflepuff common room.

Dumbledore was holding a cup of hot cocoa, but as he listened, he forgot to drink it.

His expression also began to become serious.

"Bruce, what you just said is not something you can joke about."

His blue eyes looked at Bruce quietly through the half-moon lenses, "Did you really hear it?"

"I heard it." Bruce nodded firmly. "It was indeed the portrait of Ms. Hufflepuff. She told me so herself."

"That's right..."

Dumbledore muttered, lost in his own thoughts.

There is no doubt that it is a prophecy, but if the prophecy is true, the meaning behind it is too terrifying.

The end of Hogwarts is coming.

From the beginning to the end, from yesterday to tomorrow, the shadows of the three dark lords will cover the entire castle.

Three Dark Lords?
Dumbledore felt a bit of a headache. The second Dark Lord had not been dealt with yet, so where did this third Dark Lord come from?
And there is no clue at all, absolutely no idea who it is.

From yesterday to tomorrow is easy to understand, representing the past, present and future.

But what does it mean from beginning to end?
A prophecy will not repeat the same concept twice. These two sentences must represent different meanings.

"The old man must be numb," Katum said nonchalantly, "retirement is nowhere in sight."

"Bruce." Dumbledore suddenly raised his head and looked at Batboy, "What do you think about this prophecy?"

Lao Deng is looking for more clues.

Bruce was the first person to hear the prophecy and the only one present at the scene. Perhaps the portrait conveyed more information at the time, but Bruce himself was not aware of it.

"I have no other ideas, Mr. Principal."

Bruce shook his head, looking harmless.

"Well then." Dumbledore sighed, "Bruce, do you mind sharing your memories of that time with me?"

"Sharing memories?"

Bruce frowned, what did this mean?
"Don't worry, it won't hurt you. It's just a little magic. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Bruce thought for a moment, then agreed.

Anyway, with Katum's brain-blocking spell, he was not worried about any secrets being leaked.

Dumbledore smiled with relief, leaned forward slightly across the table, and put his hand on Bruce's temple.

Then, a silver thread was pulled out from Bruce's brain and put into a test tube by Dumbledore.

"Okay Bruce, that's it."

Bruce's eyes were always on the silver thread in the test tube. Was that his memory?
"Bruce, thank you for coming all the way here to tell me such important information, but it's very late now. The little wizard should go back to the dormitory to rest."

Ok.

Now that Dumbledore has said so, Bruce has no reason to stay.

He stood up, said goodbye, and walked out the door with Katum.

Then, just as Bruce reached the door, Dumbledore suddenly called him again.

Bruce turned around and saw Dumbledore sitting in the shadows behind his desk.

The other person's blue eyes are like a pool of sea water, deep and bottomless.

"Bruce, please forgive me for being so rude as an old man," he said. "I understand that you grew up in an orphanage. Can you tell me which orphanage it was?"

"Wu's Orphanage." Bruce answered naturally.

"Ok."

Dumbledore's expression did not change as he waved goodbye to Bruce, "Then you should go back to your dormitories early!"

"Goodbye, Mr. Principal."

Bruce took his final leave and left Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was left alone, sitting silently in the chair.

Suddenly, a portrait of the principal on the wall broke the silence: "Are you doubting that child?"

All these portraits heard the prophecy and saw Dumbledore's performance.

They are extremely concerned about who the third demon king is, after all, it is related to the survival of Hogwarts.

"I don't know, I don't know..."

Dumbledore murmured, "I don't want to doubt Bruce, but his eyes are really similar to Tom's, not to mention..."

He didn't finish his words.