Hogwarts Archmage

Godric is a place almost in the south of Wales, with abundant rainfall, especially in the summer, when it always rains suddenly.

Marne and Margaery ran towards the castle in the drizzle. In fact, Margaery could use a simple living magic to create an air curtain that could block the rain as long as she raised her wand, but she didn't even have a wand at all. Ma En didn’t even mention it.

On the top floor of the castle, Walder stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window connected to the balcony. He leaned to one side and watched the two children, one large and one small, running in the drizzle. He slightly curled his lips.

"If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that you will enjoy life one day."

It was unclear whether the bird was carrying the person or the person was dragging the bird. In short, after a fleeting light of fire disappeared in the room, an old man with a beard and long hair hanging down to his chest appeared on the other side of the balcony.

Walder didn't look at him, as if he had expected it. He just pursed his somewhat dry lips and said, "I'm not surprised at you coming in and out of other people's homes at will, Albus."

"Well...if you need it, I can knock on the door."

"If no one responds to the knock on the door, will you just leave and not just come in here?"

"of course not."

"So what's the point of knocking on the door?"

"Glen, you are losing your sense of humor."

"My sense of humor died with that unfortunate fellow in Nurmengard when he was imprisoned in his own house."

Dumbledore sorted out the ball on his nightcap uncomfortably, perhaps because it was disobedient and kept running around, or perhaps to lighten the atmosphere by moving casually.

Walder did not wait for his response and continued: "In more than 40 years, have you never visited him, and you don't care at all what he looks like now."

"Glen, you know, I can't face him again... you should..." Dumbledore paused as he spoke, as if he didn't know how to say the next words.

Walder's slightly stooped body suddenly straightened up. This old man who usually liked to walk curled up was actually four or five inches taller than Dumbledore. He whispered with a slightly excited tone, "Yes, yes." , I should understand you, I should visit him and take care of him on your behalf, and you should die in that damn office at Hogwarts!"

"Look at you. You are my two best friends. One is a zombie whose body is still alive and his soul has long since died. The other..." He looked up and down at Dumbledore's robe and nightcap, and spoke softly. Laughing, "The other one dresses up like a madman and hides in school every day. He is so smart that he thinks that the future he has arranged is the future that the wizards want."

"Maybe... maybe that's the future they want..." Dumbledore said with some embarrassment.

"Of course, of course. In your mind, that is the future they want, and you will be a hero, with a halo of greatness or loneliness in something that happens one day in the future. Or a tragic death.

There is no other choice. How can someone like you die quietly in bed? "

The sound of rain falling on the grass outside became louder and denser, and the room gradually became silent.

A long, long time passed, until two small figures ran back to the castle from the hillside not far away, and the sound of two children playing in the room downstairs came from the room downstairs.

Dumbledore finally broke the dull atmosphere and said, "Glen, you are too extreme. Ever since that incident happened more than forty years ago, you have been constantly pursuing the power that can threaten the entire Muggle world... "

"I found it, didn't I? And you should have discovered that I have never instilled my own worldview into my children like you. I just taught him how he should view the world and the most basic moral order. Everything else, Let him choose."

"I know that you taught him well. Apart from being a little old-fashioned and unbecoming of his age, he is a good boy from every angle."

"Dumbledore, I am different from Gellert, and I am different from you." Walder gradually bowed down and slowly sat on one side of the sofa in the center of the room, and raised his hand to signal Dumbledore to sit down. on the other side.

He picked up the wand and tapped the body of the teapot on the table. Hot water came out of the spout, and the tea slowly made a "gurgling" sound. He picked up two cups from the plate on the table. And added a thick layer of sugar to Dumbledore's cup.

After adding tea to the cup, Walder continued: "What Gellert wants is to divide wizards and Muggles into two classes, the ruling and the ruled. What you want is for wizards to hide on the other side of the world forever, separated from Muggles. They become two worlds and don’t disturb each other.”

"Glen, I..."

Walder waved his hand to signal him not to interrupt him:

"And I don't want to rule the Muggles, and at the same time I know that it is only a matter of time before we are discovered by the Muggles. At that moment, we should have a 'weapon' that can deter them. This weapon is the Marne."

"He is just a child," Dumbledore said hesitantly: "We are not sure what kind of person he will be in the future. If he becomes an ambitious person like Tom, who will stop him?"

Walder took a sip of the black tea without any additives in his cup. The thick taste and aroma of tea fell from his mouth into his stomach. He let out a comfortable sigh and then replied:

"Just because he is a child, we should teach him the correct outlook on life and how to use this power reasonably. His flame is innate and radiates from the depths of his soul. Even if we don't teach him how to use it, He is also able to slowly develop all of his potential powers.

As for stopping him, a child who is growing up cannot do anything that needs to be stopped.Moreover, this matter is a false proposition, and no one can stop him. "

Dumbledore added some more sugar to his tea cup and asked, "What do you think of this child?"

"Except for always wanting to be lazy, he is a good boy and very gentle."

"I consulted with Minerva. Ryan was also very lazy when he was in school. He often overslept in the dormitory and never finished his homework. Apart from falling in love with Miley, there seemed to be nothing that aroused his interest. "

Dumbledore drank the tea that finally suited the taste and said slowly: "It's hard to imagine that he will work day and night to do something like this after graduation. Minerva used to be very distressed to him, often forcing him to Tuition.”

"Professor McGonagall is indeed a good professor and very responsible."

"You think he's pretty good too, right?"

"Really good."

He put down the cup in his hand and rejected Walder's offer for another cup. He really didn't like this kind of drink.

"Okay, it's time to talk about business."

"? Do you have something else to do? I thought you were just here for Ma En."

"Of course, but Ma En is only part of it. Since you have confidence in him, then I also have confidence in you."

"Okay, what else?"

"It's something about school..."