Chapter 74 Dumbledore's Little Story

When Professor McGonagall found Maca, he was staying in the greenhouse with Willie, recording the growth of those flower seeds last time.

Oh! Mr. McLean, you are here. Professor McGonagall pushed open the door of the greenhouse, and immediately said, Come with me, Dumbledore has something to ask you.

Maca closed the notebook without haste, and then raised her head to look at the door.

Okay, Professor McGonagall. After finishing speaking, he turned his head to Willie and said, Miss Blois, it seems that I have to leave for a while. You can go back when you are done, and you don't have to wait for me here.

After all, he sorted out the notebook casually, and followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office.

Although he has been there several times, Maca has never had a good impression of it. Every time he faced Dumbledore directly, there would always be an invisible pressure pouring over him, which kept him from relaxing at all times.

Especially this time, he did a lot of things that others didn't know. But being able to hide it from others does not mean that it can also hide it from Dumbledore. Here, the mastery of a degree is very important.

Maca waited not long in the principal's room when Dumbledore opened the door and came in.

How are you doing recently? Dumbledore said relaxedly, Would you like some iced lemon juice?

I think this is a good idea. Maca nodded calmly.

When the two faced each other and sat down at the desks, Dumbledore took the initiative to open up this topic.

You must be very concerned about what I am looking for you at this time. Dumbledore said gently, It's actually not such a complicated matter—

I just invite you to come and listen to me tell a little story.

Maca didn't understand what this so-called little story had to do with him, but it didn't prevent him from being a qualified listener.

A long time ago, there was a young wizard who had a happy family and a good life. When he entered Hogwarts to study magic, he discovered his talent, and a series of problems followed. Aspirations and ideals...

Dumbledore spoke softly in a soothing voice, as if he was missing something.

Behind his half-moon-shaped glasses, his pale blue pupils glowed faintly.

The ideal of this little wizard is simple, but it is also huge. As far as he was young, he hadn't considered the correctness of this ideal at that time.

A few years later, the little wizard graduated from Hogwarts with the best grades... But his family had many accidents during these few years, which made him have to interrupt his dream.

His sister was young at the time, and while she was casting magic, she was attacked by three Muggle boys who saw her displaying magical abilities. This attack made his sister's spirit very unstable-her magic power Out of control. And the spell their father cast in order to get revenge on the Muggle boys... He alone took all the blame to ensure that his poor daughter was not imprisoned for life in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds ...he was sent to Azkaban.

After that, their mother took them to move...

Hearing this, Maca immediately realized that the little wizard in this story was probably Dumbledore himself.

Dumbledore's story continues...

Unfortunately, it didn't end here. Dumbledore raised his head slightly, and the lens became brighter with the change of light angle, covering his slightly ecstatic eyes.

When the little wizard's sister was fourteen years old, her magic power ran wild again... This accident brought the mother's life to an abrupt end. At that time, the only thing that could stop the sister's magic power from running wild, the little wizard's younger brother was not at home.

At that time, the little wizard was in great pain... terribly painful.

But things have happened, irreversible, and life has to go on. He bears the resentment of his younger brother, constantly comforts his younger sister who blames himself, and takes on the responsibility of this broken family.

Having said that, Dumbledore was silent for a while before continuing.

But at this moment, a little wizard with the same ambition as him appeared. They quickly established a deep friendship, and let the little wizard pick up his ideals again.

They set out together, looking for some clues that the little wizard had obtained during Hogwarts... During this period, the little wizard lost his emotions in order to accept a certain test.

Hearing this, Maca's heart skipped a beat, and a lot of questions almost jumped out of his throat.

But when he saw that Dumbledore was still immersed in his own story, he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Perhaps, Dumbledore was once one of the candidates; perhaps, Dumbledore knew his little secrets a long time ago; or perhaps, this sudden conversation was born because of it.

Maca decided not to interrupt Dumbledore's story, he would always tell himself if he wanted to.

...At this moment, the little wizard's younger brother pointed out that it is absolutely impossible for the little wizard to become a heroic leader if there is a younger sister as a concern. The little wizard's best friend was very angry about this, and cast a spell on the little wizard's brother A Cruciatus Curse.

At this time, the little wizard's sealed emotion loosened—he protected his younger brother. But because of this, a messy duel broke out between the three. In the chaos, the little wizard's sister hoped to Helping my brothers, but was killed by a curse cast by someone who does not know!

Dumbledore's long white beard trembled slightly, as if he still hadn't let it go.

As a result, the little wizard's emotions recovered, and he passed the test of being helpless... But he gave up all the follow-up tests and his own ideals. He didn't know the meaning of his persistence all the time—— The younger sister died, the younger brother hated him forever, and even his best friend fled far away.

Having said that, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Maca with sharp and serious eyes.

What would you do if it were you? he asked.

Maca pursed her lips, her face still calm. He thought, thought, actually thought about it, but he didn't know.

After a long time, Maca finally said: The answer to this question needs to be found by oneself.

Dumbledore looked sullenly, he looked at Maca, and after a while, he actually smiled.

You're better than the little wizard in this story, said Dumbledore. He gave up looking in the end, and you probably won't.

It's probably because I'm a Hufflepuff. Maca said.

Dumbledore called Maca this time, as if it was really just to tell such a story. In the following time, two wizards, one old and one young, sat facing each other, drinking lemon juice without saying a word, each thinking about their own affairs, and did not leave until the dinner began.

Dumbledore may or may not fully understand what Maca has done. But he didn't mean to ask at all.

This time, the whole banquet lasted all night.

Both Harry and Ron got some bonus points, which finally allowed Gryffindor to win this year's House Cup.

Afterwards, Professor McGonagall stood up and told them that the school had decided to cancel the exams in order to entertain everyone. All the students, except Hermione, were delighted with this.

And Dumbledore announced that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart will not be able to come back next semester. Everyone burst into cheers when they heard the news—after all, no matter what miracles he created, his courses were really terrible.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that several teachers are also applauding for this.

Apart from these surprises, this banquet was really lively, but Maca was never used to such lively scenes. Especially recently, he always likes to stay alone and think about problems in places where no one is around.

In the middle of the banquet, he walked outside the hall with a drink.

Professor Lockhart? Maca turned around suddenly, Why did you come out too? Shouldn't you enjoy this kind of banquet the most? You are the hero of Hogwarts this semester.

When Lockhart heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, a rare sense of reality appeared on his face.

There have been many people who have told me such and such great truths, but I have never taken their words to heart. He said, But this time, I only understood after I experienced it personally. How boring it is to be an incompetent spectator in an adventure.

Maca glanced at him and said calmly: It seems that I can look forward to your next book.

Lockhart's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.

Oh—— he couldn't help sighing, I really can't believe it, are you really a kid who hasn't finished the second grade? How do you know—

When a writer feels 'boring' about his story, he tends to tear up his manuscript and create a new one.

Obviously, Maca has concluded that Lockhart will never write this incident into another false novel.

I think you will become a terrible wizard in the future. Lockhart couldn't help but said.

Maca gave him a stiff smile.

Since this is the case, it is the wisest choice to be friends with such a terrifying wizard. He said dryly, Maybe I have something to ask you in the future, so remember to protect your reputation in the magic world.

Haha, of course. Lockhart smiled awkwardly.

This night, the night sky was still so deep, and the sky was full of stars flickering, as if telling the people on the ground: everything in the world will return to peace like the stars and the moon.