[HP] Devil is alive

The soothing and sad sound of the piano stopped the moment the butler knocked on the door, and Dumbledore heard a crisp voice from inside, "Please come in."

This is a very large room, but there are only a desk, a large mirror, a wardrobe, a large bed, and a black grand piano. It looks very empty and very... Lonely.

"This is Mr. Dumbledore who made an appointment with you." After saying that, the old butler bowed and left, as if he didn't want to stay in this too cold room for a long time.

The boy looked at him with dark eyes, with deep guard, "Please sit down."

There were a lot of books on the desk, some messy, in English, German and French. Dumbledore sat on the chair and looked at the boy gently.

Fuddy looked at this man a little bit openly, showing a touch of hostility and suspicion, with his back straightened, looking like a fully alert warrior.

"People from the wizarding world?" His voice was clear and cold.

"Yes, I'm the professor of transfiguration at Hogwarts, you can call me Professor Dumbledore," the old man...let's count as an old man, said kindly, "You know, because of Mr. Moses?"

"Not at all." Foddy stroked his rosy lips as if thinking about something.Because of his movement, Dumbledore could see a silver stud above his hair-covered left ear.

He didn’t know much about a child named Fudi before he came here to pick him up. He roughly read the information—it was not comprehensive—only he knew that this child had experienced many things.

After a while, Foddy said calmly, "My brother, I know something about the magic world."

"Your brother?" Dumbledore seemed to have seen it in the information...

"...he told me that I'm not a monster...but I'm not old enough to go to a wizard's school," Fuddy's voice was a little low, "...he's a good brother."

"We have no records of your brother." Dumbledore remembered that Voddy's brother, the Messiah, seemed to have lost his sight at the age of six.

"Maybe, it's because he passed away..." Foddy turned his head and looked out of the window. The two windows next to the piano were opened wide. "You can see his tomb from here...he fell asleep."

The young boy stubbornly straightened his spine, unwilling to be peeped into the slightest fragility.He sat on the chair and looked out, as if he saw his dead relatives through the distant life and death.His eyes were full of tenderness, yet concealed a deep sadness.

For a moment, Dumbledore thought it was his former self...

"...It's a pity." Dumbledore lowered his eyes, not knowing whether to say it to Foddy or himself.

But maybe not for this reason... Dumbledore knew that every child who could enter Hogwarts was registered at birth.He didn't know much about it. This was an arrangement of the Big Four. They hoped that all children with magical powers in the UK could enter Hogwarts to study, even if they were Muggle-born.

Maybe this messiah is a Squib... Only then is it possible for the younger brother to be admitted and the older brother not.Dumbledore remembered that Foddy was on the list of half-blood students... so how did his brother know about Hogwarts?Dumbledore was puzzled.

The butler came in to deliver some refreshments, and did not stay in the room for too long under Foddy's signal.

"I can understand that you are willing to study at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.

Fudi took a sip of the milk tea, and his tone was still very flat, "Maybe you can talk about Hogwarts first. Adolf didn't talk about it in detail, and neither did my brother."

Dumbledore felt that the child might be a little insecure - he was always thinking and guarded, often thinking about a sentence before answering.Dumbledore introduced the whole of Hogwarts and the four colleges to him, with a very gentle tone, hoping that Fuddy could calm down a bit.

"Sounds good..." Foddy nodded, "You are a professor, which means you know a lot?"

"Well, in some respects..." Dumbledore glanced at the books on Foddy's desk, "Like these books, no matter how many you collect, the world is huge, and there must be more you don't know about."

"There is a saying in the East that the sea of ​​learning is boundless. I agree with you...but, as a professor, can you use 'the world is big' to explain all the problems?" Fudi's tone was a bit sharp, his chin raised Like a noble and inviolable cat, it seemed that Dumbledore would drive him out as a liar if he didn't answer well.

Dumbledore smiled tolerantly, and proposed peacefully: "Then you can tell your problem, and we can discuss it."

Foddy frowned, and Dumbledore saw the delicate child look him up and down again, as if wondering whether to trust him - what a suspicious child.

Finally, Foddy stood up, went to his bed, and took out a black box from the pillow——

"This, do you know what it is?" Voldy took the box and came to Dumbledore.

Inside the box was a magic wand, about thirteen inches, silver-white all over, engraved with some unknown plant flower vines, which looked complex and extremely delicate and gorgeous.Because it is a hollow carving, Dumbledore can still see the core of the staff inside... It is a substance he has never seen before, black flowing back and forth like running water, and there are faintly silver cold lights swaying in it , as if alive...

"It's a wand." Dumbledore motioned for Foddy to continue.

"My brother left...it should belong to me, but..." Fuddy continued, frowning, "I heard that the wand is a very delicate thing, if it is not used properly, it will be easily broken."

Voldy wasn't lying, and certainly wasn't telling the truth...Hilary, being a vampire, didn't need a wand at all, and he lost his power over 300 years ago, all he could see was that the wand was weird, but he couldn't explain why.So he told Fu Di to wait and find some experienced people to take a look.

Messiah would certainly not harm him, but Foddy was worried about what would happen if it was broken.The memory given to him by Messiah is sealed, and only when the ability is reached, some things can be unsealed——Messiah is probably worried that he will injure himself indiscriminately.Voldy still doesn't know how to repair or make wands.

"The wand won't be so fragile, it's a wizard's companion," Dumbledore said softly, "May I take it out and have a look?"

He was a little curious about the material of this wand.

The moment Dumbledore touched the wand, the flowing wand core suddenly stopped, and it seemed that only when Foddy touched it could it "live".He gently held it in his hand, and carefully looked at the texture on the wand. When the black flowed, the plants carved on the wand burst into life like living things. Now that it is still like this, it only feels like a gorgeous work of art.

In terms of feel, this wand is very well made, and it is light and heavy.I don't know what material the stick is made of, it's cold and slippery.Because it was not the person chosen by the wand, Dumbledore could not feel anything else.

"I think you can try it. This wand is for you, isn't it?" Dumbledore handed the wand to Voldy, and he carefully received the wand in his hand, as if he was still a little worried, "Although the material of the wand looks It won't come out, but you can try to wave it. They are indeed delicate, but they are not fragile objects that cannot be touched or touched."

After the wand returned to Foddy's hand, the core began to flow again, and the silver-white body became somewhat translucent, and the whole wand looked very beautiful.Fuddy pursed his lips, clenched his free left hand tightly into a fist.Dumbledore stood beside him, guiding him gently: "Relax, use your accustomed hand, imagine it as a part of yourself, wave..."

Fuddy exhaled and moved his hand——

The thick silver mist spread from his feet like a ribbon, encircled his body, and spread a pair of wings in a flash.Dumbledore didn't notice it for a while, and was forced to take a few steps back involuntarily by the airflow driven by the wings.

The outline of an adult "person" emerged from the silvery white wings, only the weird and coquettish texture on the forehead was slightly clear - Fudi knew that this was the appearance of the soul of the Messiah...

Xuying bent down and hugged Fudi's relatively thin body.It was obviously vain, but Fu Di felt the powerless, gentle and slightly cold embrace that Messiah gave him on the day of his death...

Nostalgia, nostalgia and endless sadness seemed to gain weight in vain. Fudi wanted to hug him back, but his hands couldn't get up too much.

Silver Mist's wings folded together in an embracing gesture, and soon dispersed...

Dumbledore saw Foddy standing there with his wand hanging down, even though he turned around immediately, Dumbledore also found the tears on his cheeks at that second, "I see, I will go with Adolf of college."

Dumbledore was silent, and when he turned his head, he could also see the scene outside through the wide open window.

There was a small tomb there, not very obvious, covered with snow-white and slender flowers, like the only light under the gloomy sky...it looked so beautiful...and so fragile.

The original purpose of this wand——is to protect.

Where the treasure is, so is the heart...

He stroked his sore heart, glanced at the child who was standing straight with his back facing him, and left.

Voldy dragged his heavy legs to the window, and finally knelt down on the ground weakly.

He covered his face with his hands, opened his mouth with his bowed head—all, all the countless words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.

"Brother—" he called out in a low, painful voice.

No one responded to him...

Tears leaked from between his fingers and hit the wand on the ground.The cold wind blew the curtains, like a pair of cold hands, gently touched his head...but never came back.

"elder brother--"

Hate you!I hate you!

I hate your indifference!Hate that you always don't care about yourself!

Hate you--

I hate that when you are dying, you just confess and push all the things that can't be explained to you!

I hate that you are still planning for me until you die!

Hate you!

Messiah--