great-warnovel Chapter 369 has always been
Chapter 369 has always been
Chapter 369 has always been
Not to mention what the boys were spontaneously preparing to do, Hermione had practically moved her study to the underground greenhouse.
Although the place was covered in humus and smelled quite unpleasant, Dumbledore could only remain clear-headed and rational when he was near the lily of the valley in the graveyard.
"We need to speed things up; there's still so much to learn." Beside the makeshift desk and bookshelves, a small, thriving flower emitting a milky glow provided a good light source, and the old man's ghost and the little witch sat together.
Although he had always said that drawing portraits could also serve as a teaching tool, he still hoped to personally impart everything he knew to the girl before he left.
He held a long, thin silver pipe filled with the ghost meal Hermione had made for him, and each puff felt like savoring Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean.
"After reaching the stage of becoming a great wizard, ordinary magic and theory will no longer be obstacles to our progress. On the contrary, in the areas we were originally good at, we will discover new and even more insurmountable peaks."
"My Transfiguration, Nicolas Flamel's alchemy, Gellert's Fiendfire, and Tom's research on the Death Curse and even death itself—the more you delve into them, the more you appreciate the wonder and grandeur of the world."
"I can only teach you a part, just as Nick taught me." He exhaled milky white smoke, which had a sweet scent that only the soul could smell.
"I can't absorb all of his knowledge, but I have certainly benefited greatly from it, and you, son, can get what Nick and I have."
This is precisely the meaning of inheritance. No matter how talented Voldemort was, he could only achieve extraordinary things in the field of a great wizard. Dumbledore, on the other hand, absorbed unimaginable nourishment from his interactions with Grindelwald in his youth and his mentor-student relationship with Nicolas Flamel in his old age, which made his strength all the more natural.
"So, you want me to see Grindelwald later because you think he'll teach me too?" Hermione asked.
"It's not just a feeling, it's a certainty." The white wizard's eyes gleamed with unwavering certainty.
"You don't know him well enough, but even though we haven't seen each other for fifty years, I can guess all his thoughts these days." Dumbledore shook out the ashes from his pipe, scooped some incense paste from the tin tray, filled it in, lit it, and took a good drag.
"He is a person with a strong desire for control, and also a prophet, full of plans for the future, and not very tolerant of changes and accidents."
This sometimes made him exceptionally irritable. He gazed absently at the lily of the valley flowers, as if recalling bygone days.
"And you, your arrival with Hilmi, disrupted all his plans."
"He kept me in the wandering castle in a state of neither life nor death because he was confident that I could not break his curse, and I would not easily die. In this way, he kept me in check, as well as Hogwarts and all the other wizards who disagreed with him."
"He hates goblins and Muggles, so long ago, the Malablists devised a strategy to first wipe out the Far East, and then turn back to unify the wizards. He planned to leave me for last; that's his confidence."
In Grindelwald's vision, Dumbledore is imprisoned in the tower he designated, helplessly watching him conquer the world. Finally, the king returns and personally comes to Hogwarts, burning open the gates with Fiendfyre. The two meet again, and he wins everything as the victor.
"And the variables began with your rise—I really died, but I became a ghost in my prime, able to move freely and influence the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and overall situation).
"You perfected the core of the Radiant Stone, allowing the castle to safely return to its homeland. You also helped us defeat many powerful enemies, ascended to the rank of Grand Wizard, and created an equally powerful, opposite-sex self!"
"You were never in his sights; you successfully disrupted all his plans." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be smiling. "Grindelwald can tolerate the genius of his adversaries, but the power of Hogwarts and the situation with three great wizards are almost exceeding the limit of his tolerance."
"He's confident that even with your help, I'm no match for him now. But in a few years, when you've grown up and inherited all the knowledge that Le Maire and I have, will he still be so confident?"
"He is not Tom, and he has not escaped the bond of death. When he realizes that his time is also coming to an end, and his ideals and ambitions have not been realized, the Marauders have no successors, while Hogwarts is thriving under your leadership."
"In a sense, he will realize his failure, which is unacceptable to him."
"He sacrificed too much."
Dumbledore gradually dissected Grindelwald's thoughts, as if that person were right before his eyes, residing within him. "He must have been enduring a lot these days, hasn't he?"
"He wanted to take action against Hogwarts, but he was bogged down in the war. He couldn't fight on both the east and west sides at the same time, and he wasn't confident that he could win the war against the Muggles while facing three great wizards."
"But once he has the time, once the war with the Soviet Union has subsided and both sides have entered a truce, he will surely try every means to weaken our strength, or like Lucius, use a veil of death to send me away, or be even more ruthless and kill one of you!"
Hermione was suddenly startled. The scenario Dumbledore had predicted was indeed very likely to happen; the three great wizards were far too conspicuous.
Even other forces would be terrified, and they would certainly welcome Grindelwald's plot.
"Then why did you let me—" she was about to ask, but then suddenly realized the difference.
Dumbledore nodded: "Things will be different after I die."
"The greatest white wizard is dead, and Hogwarts is left with only two underage children," Hermione concluded.
"Grindelwald's pressure vanished almost instantly, and he will definitely extend another invitation to you, and it will certainly be sincere," Dumbledore said.
"He will spare no effort in teaching you, whether it's magic or how to be a person. He hopes you will inherit the Wushi Party and carry on his dream."
"Even if we don't know about your relationship with Hilmi, as long as one of you is held hostage in New Paris, the safety of New Hogsmeade can be guaranteed."
"Outsiders will surely think that the powerful Dark Lord used force to coerce and take away one of the children, and the balance of power between the Dark and White Wizards has returned to what it was before."
Hermione nodded solemnly: "I understand. When the time comes, I will go to see him." She didn't want to say that Dumbledore was dead.
"I also assure you that he won't change my mind; his cruel theories don't suit me."
Dumbledore tried to convey a relieved smile with his eyes: "I believe in you. You've always been a good boy."