Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Oh..." Harry replied a little disappointedly, "Then I'll send it after the ceremony... Tierra may be free by then..."

Seemingly seeing that Harry was a little unhappy, Dumbledore reached out and patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly—

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry looked up at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"You have grown so big..." Dumbledore said sadly, "You have grown so big."

Dumbledore smiled and looked at Harry, Hermione, and Ron, and finally his eyes drifted into the distance, to the bustling crowd, to Cornelius Fudge, who was on both sides of the crowd, and also to The huge shadow that hangs over Cornelius Fudge.

"I'm getting old..." Dumbleley sighed again. "It's a cliché, and many times I forget how fast time goes by. Remember the first time you entered the When Gwarz, you were all so small, cute, innocent..."

He also said that Dumbledore gestured a height with his hands.

"Allow the sentimentality of an old man, the passing of years has only meant to me a few more gray hairs, or how much less food I have eaten at each meal... Time is almost upon me except death. And can't show its power, but you are different." Dumbledore patted Harry's shoulder sadly again, "You are no longer the boy who lives in the closet, and Tiera is not the kind of boy who was a little bit when he first entered school. Little smart boy, look at him, he's grown to the point where he's the youngest actual ruler in British wizarding history."

"Um..." Harry nodded unnaturally.

Harry always found Dumbledore's words to be both plausible and inexplicable—

Although Harry didn't want to admit it in his heart, in his subconscious, he really felt that he had opened too much, too big a gap with Tiera.

The sense of alienation brought about by this strength is what makes Harry most deadly.

"Tiera's strength...very strong..." Harry said with difficulty, "he can easily beat the Dark Lord...and I'm still taking the O.W.Ls exam. And trouble...he's become the de facto ruler of the Ministry of Magic, and I..."

"No, Harry." Dumbledore interrupted gently, "Strength is only second, and the most important thing is Tierra's wisdom."

"Wisdom?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it well, maybe the word wisdom is too broad, to be precise..." Dumbledore stroked his beard, supported Harry's shoulder, and said as he walked, " Tierra became what Tierra is now because of his extraordinary understanding of magic, his extraordinary insight into human and intrigue, and his incredible grasp of opportunity."

"Well..." Harry replied, "Tiera is really strong in these aspects."

"But why is it so strong?" Dumbledore pretended to be puzzled. "Maybe I'm so confused, there's one thing I've never been able to understand—"

Dumbledore stopped, put his hands on Harry's shoulders, stared condescendingly into Harry's eyes, and asked, "Why is he so strong?"

"What, what do you mean?" Harry was bewildered by Dumbledore's question.

"A person's extraordinary understanding of magic can be explained by his unique talent," Dumbledore said. "But what about the insight of the world and the intrigue and the ability to control opportunity?"

"These can't be explained by talent." Dumbledore said, "It can't even be explained by the experience and luck of wandering on the streets as a child."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you, you, what do you mean?" Harry didn't want or want to understand the deeper meaning of Dumbledore's words, but subconsciously, Harry could still feel the hidden There is some terrible truth behind the phenomenon.

"Oh...forget it, like I said...I'm getting old..." Dumbledore let go of Harry's shoulders and sighed. , "I'm too old and tired to not want or bother to explore the reasons behind all this, I'm so desperate for freedom, I'm so desperate for liberation... From this point of view, I need to thank mention Yella, thank him for taking the burden on my shoulders. Although his purpose and starting point are not necessarily righteous, it will be him who will protect the wizarding world from Voldemort from now on. He would also be a fan of the insane pure-blood theory, and he would be the one who was arguing with those cysticidal officials at the Ministry of Magic, who wasted a lot of time and energy on pointless trivial matters. will be him."

"Um..." Harry nodded in agreement.

"Power is a shackle, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Tiera is too young to appreciate the weight of this shackle."

"Power is very easy to be addicted to. Once you hold it, it's hard to let go. Some people hold power, it's like holding the whole world in their hands. Soon, his passion, his life, and Everything he loves will give way to power, and sooner or later all his aura and vitality will be consumed in the shackles of power, and power will become the only and most important thing in his life." Dumbledore said. .

"No, no, Tierra won't—" Harry said in a panic.

"It's impossible to say," Dumbledore interrupted. "There was once a boy who, like Tiera, was extremely intelligent and talented. Now, people are more accustomed to calling him by another name—"

"Voldemort~www.NovelMTL.com~ Dumbledore whispered.

Harry lowered his head silently.

"But fortunately, Tierra knows love better than Voldemort, and has more love." Dumbledore said, "The love your good friends have for him, the love our teachers have for him, the love that his classmates have for him. Love, and the love of the Weasleys for him."

"Love?" Harry looked at Dumbledore puzzled, puzzled and somewhat surprised, "Does Tiera need love?"

"Yes, everyone needs love, living without loving others, living without being loved is a sad thing." Dumbledore looked at Harry kindly, and then slowly read, "Love is patient. , and kind; love does not envy, love does not brag, is not arrogant, does not do things to others, does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not reckon wrong, does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; in all things Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things; love never fails.”

"I'm tired," Dumbledore said to Harry. "I've given so much love in my life, and a lot of it didn't come to fruition. I'm too old and tired, so take care of me. Tiera, let him not lose his will by power, and let him not lose himself in power?"

(There may be a chapter in a while, or there may not be. I am too tired today, so I have to clean the lab.)

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