Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 497

Afterwards, the office fell into silence for a while. Both of them waited for the other to speak, but no one took the initiative to speak.

George smiled lightly, broke the deadlock first, and said gently, "It seems that we all want to wait for each other to speak, but today, don't you want to say something? After all, this is your last chance to explain for yourself. "

Dumbledore said lightly, "Who cares about such an opportunity, the experience of being treated as an old madman in the magical world, for me, it is not once or twice."

"This is not a rare experience. As long as you live longer, you will experience many weird and bizarre things slowly. Of course, these are not good experiences."

"I have heard the rumors in the past few days, I have not been out, but I can hear all the rumors."

He said calmly, "Compared to the speculations and doubts in the magic world, I prefer to listen to the opinions of the students. These opinions are more meaningful to me. After all, when I became the principal, I was crowned magic. After becoming the most powerful wizard in the world, it is difficult for me to hear their true opinions from the students."

"Even if they are in private, when there is no one, they will deliberately avoid talking about me. This is not what I want to see. I hope they can bravely express their thoughts and feelings."

"I thought you didn't care about the students' opinions at all." George said in a bit of surprise. "No matter how you say it, you don't seem to care about the students' situation."

Whether it was from Dumbledore indulging Voldemort's possession on Quirrell, or allowing the basilisk to attack, including agreeing to the dementor to be stationed in the school, he even took the initiative to resurrect Voldemort. Judging from a series of things, Dumbledore is not like someone who cares about the situation of students.

"Not so." Dumbledore shook his head and explained in detail, "I just don't take their opinions as a reference. I care about their thoughts and situations, but I care more about my own plans. I plan for these. Too much has been paid, no matter what the cost, the plan must continue."

"And this is the problem," George said disapprovingly. "You only have your own plan. You never take the opinions and situations of the students in your eyes. It is where you are now, and you just take the blame."

No matter what Dumbledore's plan was, no matter what his plan achieved. When he tried to arrange the fate of everyone on his own, he would inevitably face everyone's resistance and become a target of public criticism.

No one can arrange the fate of other people, whether it's their parents, Dumbledore, or Voldemort.

"I did not ignore the safety of the students. I made a lot of preparations. My plan did not start rashly. I have been trying my best to protect the interests of everyone." Dumbledore said calmly.

"But things always have accidents, don't they?" George said lightly, "When accidents happen, there are always sacrifices, right?"

He believed that Dumbledore was speaking from his heart. He believed that Dumbledore had the interests of all people in his heart, but what good was that? There are so many things in the world that can have the best of both worlds and pay nothing reads(); beloved.

How can it be so easy for a person to plan everything privately, and how can it really take care of all the interests.

"But that was not my intention. People will always know the truth in the end." Dumbledore said quietly, "Do you want to know the truth?"

"Does the matter really have the truth? Do you think anyone believes what you say?" George said disapprovingly, "Without trust, there is no truth."

He didn't really care what Dumbledore would say, he had never thought of asking Dumbledore whether what Voldemort said was true, whether the prediction was fabricated by Dumbledore, whether Lily was a trap in the beginning.

Because the facts are not important, he and Dumbledore have not built enough trust at all. No matter what Dumbledore said, he would just listen casually, there was no need to believe it. When there is no trust, the result is not really important.

"Hahahaha", Dumbledore smiled desperately, and smiled with all his strength. The hysterical laughter even affected his injury and made him cough.

He calmed down his emotions with all his strength, and said in a slow tone, "Yes, there is no truth, no truth. Who can calculate everything, if I really have that ability, I will Why accept all this, why resist all this."

"I didn't calculate everything. Lily's protection spell did not come from me. If I really had the ability to teach other people this protection spell, Voldemort would be defeated earlier."

Dumbledore said in a sincere tone, "Just like you did, Lily relied on her talent and ability ~www.readwn.com~ to restore such a magical magic from some missing ancient books. This is Her credit is not my conspiracy."

Dumbledore stared into George's eyes, wanting to see trust or doubt in his eyes, he wanted to convince the young man who was not like a young man before him.

But he was disappointed, George's expression remained unchanged, and there was neither trust nor doubt in his eyes. Like what he had just heard, it was just a few trivial things.

Dumbledore continued, "I didn't fake the prophecy. It was a cold and wet night fifteen years ago at the Hogshead Bar in Hogsmeade."

"I went there to meet an applicant who wanted to be a fortune-telling teacher, although she did not meet my wishes to let the fortune-telling class continue. But the applicant was a very well-known and talented prophet. My great-great-granddaughter, so I want to see her as usual etiquette."

He recalled the situation at the time, and slowly said, "The result of the meeting disappointed me. In my opinion, she did not inherit that talent at all. But I still told her politely that she was not suitable This position. Then I turned around and left."

Dumbledore stood up and walked to a black cabinet next to the Phoenix Perch. He bent down. Pulling down the latch, I took out a shallow stone basin with ancient characters on the edge of the basin.

Dumbledore went back to his desk, put the **** on the table, then raised his wand to point at his temple, drew out a few silvery, slender thought fibers like a cobweb, and glued them to the wand Put the fiber in the stone basin.

He returned to the table and sat down, watching his thoughts spin and float in the basin. After a while, he sighed and raised his wand again, picking the silvery substance on the tip of the stick.

(To be continued.)