Chapter 162 Heroes and Demons
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Han Tan Si Shui
Blakely always couldn't bear to look at the lonely Harry in the crystal ball, and he was always overly protective of his friend Blakely.
"Yes, can a savior who is defeated by other people's words and his own heart really save the magical world?" Gulan still agreed with Dumbledore's words. This is what Harry must experience. Now in Dumbledore, There are still people who can tell the story of what happened under Bullido's watch, but what if there is no one to help in the future?What should he do?
"Principal Dumbledore, with all due respect. Are you really sure you can get Harry through this?" Professor Snape, although he disliked Harry, was still very concerned about him.
"No one is absolutely sure, Severus. It all depends on Harry himself, but that doesn't stop his friends from helping him, does it?" Dumbledore winked at Blakely, already Made it clear.
"Do you know the difference between creating a hero and a demon king?" Blakely did not rush to agree to Dumbledore, but asked an irrelevant question.
"Oh, so how do you create a hero?" Dumbledore asked, narrowing his eyes.
"A tragic life experience, a flexible mind, and amazing talents gave him a little hope and happiness in his darkest time." Blakely looked at Dumbledore and looked directly into the old man's eyes.
"What if we want to create a demon king?" Dumbledore asked.
"If you completely cut off the hope and happiness of the hero, the most terrifying devil in the world will be born." Blakely threw the last piece of Macron on the table into his mouth and continued: "I will try my best to keep the hope of the hero. and happiness, and I hope you can keep the hero’s trial from being too dark.”
After saying that, Gulan just finished finishing the lemon sorbet in front of him, and the two of them stood up, put away the crystal ball and walked out.
"Then whose hero are you?" Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Blakely.
"I will always stand on the side of family, friends and knowledge, sir. I will always be the hero of those around me and knowledge." Blakely replied with a smile.
Watching Blakely's leaving figure, Dumbledore was silent for a long time. It was so similar.It was so similar that it made him feel uneasy.
"Severus, do you see anyone?" Dumbledore was already looking in the direction of the door.
"You have the answer in your mind, don't you? Blakely is obviously going to do something, and it won't be smaller than what those two people are going to do." Snape replied.
"Yes, he has never concealed his ambition." Dumbledore looked at his wand, the legendary elder wand.
Professor Snape ignored Dumbledore, put the last bite of cake into his mouth, turned and left.
"Mr. Principal, I don't think that's ambition."
"Touch." Along with the sound of the room door closing, Professor Snape's voice echoed in the principal's office.
Harry was sitting on the ground and suddenly heard other noises around him. He didn't look back. With his knowledge of his friends, he knew who it was.
"You're confused." Blakely sat next to Harry with a lollipop in his mouth.
"Am I really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry's voice was a little low, and his eyes were full of confusion.
"It can be." Blakely's words made Harry look at him in surprise.
"You're Harry, aren't you?" Blakely took out the lollipop from his mouth and looked at the color... wasn't that the bitter melon-flavored lollipop that Gulan called heretical?Blakely always liked weird things.
"Well, isn't this very painful?" Harry said.
"But I like it very much." Blakely replied, his intelligent purple-pink eyes reflecting Harry's confused face.
"Although Gulan doesn't like this, what does it matter? I don't like his sweet and greasy taste either. We never care whether the other person's hobbies and personalities are the same as ours, and because of this, we They are the best friends.”
"Is it respect?" Harry had envy in his eyes.
"Not only that, but also support. He and Hermione will always stand behind me, just like I will always stand behind them." Blakely put the lollipop back into his mouth and said with a smile.
"Will you stand behind me?" Harry asked.
"Do not."
"That's it."
"We will stand behind you."
"Even if I might be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry asked.
"Then you are?" Blakely asked.
"I don't know. They said I was the Boy-Who-Lived, they said I was the savior, and now they say I'm the heir, I don't know." Harry was confused and aggrieved. No one asked him if he wanted to explain, but he was dismissed. On various labels.
"You are Harry." (^_^)
"well?"(???)
"You are Harry, never the Boy Who Lived, nor a savior nor an heir. You are Harry, Harry Potter."
"He is a kind, gentle, playful and responsible little boy. You can be the savior or the heir, but that is your choice." Blakely opened his hands as if to embrace the world: "Yes Whether you are a hero, a demon king, or an ordinary boy, this is just a choice made by that boy, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. They just want you to be what they want you to be, and you don't have to pay attention to them at all."
"So, who are you? Are you yourself? Or a puppet with a tag?" Blakely's face was close to Harry, his narrowed purple-pink eyes flashing.
"I, I am Harry. Harry Potter." Harry's eyes gradually became firmer and no longer confused.
"Yes Harry, there has never been a hero in this world. The hero of one side is always the devil of the other side. No one can meet everyone's expectations. So, be yourself, this is the best choice. Let others say it. , do what you want to do." Seeing that Harry was no longer confused, Blakely turned and left.His voice echoed across the small cliff, as if he was telling Harry, but also as if he was telling himself.
"Thank you, Blakely!"
Harry's voice came from behind, and Blakely stretched out his hand and waved it back as a greeting.
"Bah!" After Blakely left, he spat out the bitter melon-flavored lollipop in his mouth. ??(???????)????
"This thing is too delicious. Who is that ghost who came up with this unlucky thing?" Blakely couldn't wait to step on it. Heretic, this is his heresy!
"At least the goal was achieved, right?" Gulan appeared next to Blakely at some point, put his hand on Blakely's shoulder and said with a smile, his blue-grey eyes full of smiles and cunning.
"You look happy?" Blakely rolled his eyes at his good brother's cunning expression.
"Well, the effect is quite good. How about I treat you to dessert as an apology?"
"You should treat me to a treat, right? I'll cook, right? If you want to eat, just tell me, okay?"
"Hey, even if you agree."
"I………"
"Yes, can a savior who is defeated by other people's words and his own heart really save the magical world?" Gulan still agreed with Dumbledore's words. This is what Harry must experience. Now in Dumbledore, There are still people who can tell the story of what happened under Bullido's watch, but what if there is no one to help in the future?What should he do?
"Principal Dumbledore, with all due respect. Are you really sure you can get Harry through this?" Professor Snape, although he disliked Harry, was still very concerned about him.
"No one is absolutely sure, Severus. It all depends on Harry himself, but that doesn't stop his friends from helping him, does it?" Dumbledore winked at Blakely, already Made it clear.
"Do you know the difference between creating a hero and a demon king?" Blakely did not rush to agree to Dumbledore, but asked an irrelevant question.
"Oh, so how do you create a hero?" Dumbledore asked, narrowing his eyes.
"A tragic life experience, a flexible mind, and amazing talents gave him a little hope and happiness in his darkest time." Blakely looked at Dumbledore and looked directly into the old man's eyes.
"What if we want to create a demon king?" Dumbledore asked.
"If you completely cut off the hope and happiness of the hero, the most terrifying devil in the world will be born." Blakely threw the last piece of Macron on the table into his mouth and continued: "I will try my best to keep the hope of the hero. and happiness, and I hope you can keep the hero’s trial from being too dark.”
After saying that, Gulan just finished finishing the lemon sorbet in front of him, and the two of them stood up, put away the crystal ball and walked out.
"Then whose hero are you?" Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind Blakely.
"I will always stand on the side of family, friends and knowledge, sir. I will always be the hero of those around me and knowledge." Blakely replied with a smile.
Watching Blakely's leaving figure, Dumbledore was silent for a long time. It was so similar.It was so similar that it made him feel uneasy.
"Severus, do you see anyone?" Dumbledore was already looking in the direction of the door.
"You have the answer in your mind, don't you? Blakely is obviously going to do something, and it won't be smaller than what those two people are going to do." Snape replied.
"Yes, he has never concealed his ambition." Dumbledore looked at his wand, the legendary elder wand.
Professor Snape ignored Dumbledore, put the last bite of cake into his mouth, turned and left.
"Mr. Principal, I don't think that's ambition."
"Touch." Along with the sound of the room door closing, Professor Snape's voice echoed in the principal's office.
Harry was sitting on the ground and suddenly heard other noises around him. He didn't look back. With his knowledge of his friends, he knew who it was.
"You're confused." Blakely sat next to Harry with a lollipop in his mouth.
"Am I really the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry's voice was a little low, and his eyes were full of confusion.
"It can be." Blakely's words made Harry look at him in surprise.
"You're Harry, aren't you?" Blakely took out the lollipop from his mouth and looked at the color... wasn't that the bitter melon-flavored lollipop that Gulan called heretical?Blakely always liked weird things.
"Well, isn't this very painful?" Harry said.
"But I like it very much." Blakely replied, his intelligent purple-pink eyes reflecting Harry's confused face.
"Although Gulan doesn't like this, what does it matter? I don't like his sweet and greasy taste either. We never care whether the other person's hobbies and personalities are the same as ours, and because of this, we They are the best friends.”
"Is it respect?" Harry had envy in his eyes.
"Not only that, but also support. He and Hermione will always stand behind me, just like I will always stand behind them." Blakely put the lollipop back into his mouth and said with a smile.
"Will you stand behind me?" Harry asked.
"Do not."
"That's it."
"We will stand behind you."
"Even if I might be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets?" Harry asked.
"Then you are?" Blakely asked.
"I don't know. They said I was the Boy-Who-Lived, they said I was the savior, and now they say I'm the heir, I don't know." Harry was confused and aggrieved. No one asked him if he wanted to explain, but he was dismissed. On various labels.
"You are Harry." (^_^)
"well?"(???)
"You are Harry, never the Boy Who Lived, nor a savior nor an heir. You are Harry, Harry Potter."
"He is a kind, gentle, playful and responsible little boy. You can be the savior or the heir, but that is your choice." Blakely opened his hands as if to embrace the world: "Yes Whether you are a hero, a demon king, or an ordinary boy, this is just a choice made by that boy, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. They just want you to be what they want you to be, and you don't have to pay attention to them at all."
"So, who are you? Are you yourself? Or a puppet with a tag?" Blakely's face was close to Harry, his narrowed purple-pink eyes flashing.
"I, I am Harry. Harry Potter." Harry's eyes gradually became firmer and no longer confused.
"Yes Harry, there has never been a hero in this world. The hero of one side is always the devil of the other side. No one can meet everyone's expectations. So, be yourself, this is the best choice. Let others say it. , do what you want to do." Seeing that Harry was no longer confused, Blakely turned and left.His voice echoed across the small cliff, as if he was telling Harry, but also as if he was telling himself.
"Thank you, Blakely!"
Harry's voice came from behind, and Blakely stretched out his hand and waved it back as a greeting.
"Bah!" After Blakely left, he spat out the bitter melon-flavored lollipop in his mouth. ??(???????)????
"This thing is too delicious. Who is that ghost who came up with this unlucky thing?" Blakely couldn't wait to step on it. Heretic, this is his heresy!
"At least the goal was achieved, right?" Gulan appeared next to Blakely at some point, put his hand on Blakely's shoulder and said with a smile, his blue-grey eyes full of smiles and cunning.
"You look happy?" Blakely rolled his eyes at his good brother's cunning expression.
"Well, the effect is quite good. How about I treat you to dessert as an apology?"
"You should treat me to a treat, right? I'll cook, right? If you want to eat, just tell me, okay?"
"Hey, even if you agree."
"I………"
