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"Predictmagus...... What the hell is it?" Jon muttered.

It was an extremely foreign word to him.

"For wizards, Prophecy Magus is the ultimate talent. Albus Dumbledore replied calmly, "Any wizard would be jealous and envious of his talent, including me......"

"That'...... Why...... I've never heard of that name......" Jon replied stammering.

"That's natural, every one or two hundred years on average there is a wizard in the world who is born to prophesy Magus. Dumbledore smiled wryly, "Only a handful of Maggs prophets are willing to share this secret with others...... So you can't find knowledge about it in any single book. ”

"So how do you know......" Jon was tempted to ask, but he held back.

Jon asked, "Professor Dumbledore, I still don't understand...... What kind of abilities does Prophecy Magus have?"

Dumbledore's face seemed to be caught in a memory, and he said faintly, as if it were not his own:

"Prophecy Magus, their appearance is irregular, extremely rare, regardless of bloodline, regardless of geography...... Each Prophecy Magus is a natural brain manipulator, they are born with an extremely developed brain, and when they awaken magic, they can easily control all the magic associated with the brain - such as the Amnesia Charm, Occlumency, or Regent. ”

Jon felt his breathing suddenly become a little short.

"Of course, the real terrible power of prophecy Magus lies in the ...... of 'prophecy'"

“...... Unlike the prophets, who can only see the illusory future, they cannot give a definitive explanation for the future, nor can they prevent the future that they see......"

“...... But what Magus could see was a complete vision...... They can see many details of what will happen in the future through visions, they can recognize the hearts of people who have never tasted life, they can also see the existence of danger, and they can even observe the direction of the world......"

“...... Yes, the prophetic Maggs saw only an illusion...... These illusions are real and false at the same time, they are not unstoppable, they are not unchangeable, they are not the real future ......"

Jon felt a big stick hit him the head, and he was a little dizzy.

Is that so...... Did he already be exposed to Dumbledore?

Although he was mentally prepared, Jon was still shocked at this time.

"When did you know...... Professor......" he asked weakly.

"Since that Boggart...... That Boggart of yours...... When it became me, I guessed!" Dumbledore smiled wryly, "Who would be afraid of Albus-Dumbledore, of the kind, gentle, forgiving, respectable Headmaster of Hogwarts...... Either a heinous dark wizard or a wizard who really knows me......"

"You were only 11 years old at the time, and you had been exposed to magic for less than a year, so you couldn't be a dark wizard, and there was only one possibility, you really knew me, and you knew how selfish, cold, and cowardly I was under the glossy exterior...... You have already seen through the illusion in your mind, through my heart, through everything about me......"

After saying this, the expression on Dumbledore's face was as if he was ten years old.

......

"So...... Are you a prophet Magus, Professor Dumbledore?" Jon asked tentatively.

He was already a little unimaginable...... Albus Dumbledore knew himself so well that there was only one explanation......

"Me?" Dumbledore froze, tears popping up from the corners of his eyes......

"No...... I am not ......" he said tremblingly, "how I wish I was, how I envy and envy you......"

Dumbledore's voice was a little distorted by choking: "If I were a prophet Magus, Ariana wouldn't have been violated by those three damned Muggles, my father wouldn't have died in Azkaban, my mother wouldn't have died because of this, and Ariana ...... Ariana ...... Ariana ......"

Dumbledore fell to his knees in front of the painting, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" he cried, "forgive me, I know I did something wrong...... Forgive me, I never, never......"

The girl on the oil painting was also full of tears at this time, and she kept shaking her head at her brother, but unfortunately she couldn't make any sound.

"It's not your fault, Professor Dumbledore......" Jon grabbed the Headmaster and said gently, "I know the truth, I know, it's not your fault!"

He used his sleeve to wipe the tears from Dumbledore's face and helped him to his feet.

When Dumbledore's mood calmed down, Jon asked seriously, his voice soft, "Professor Dumbledore...... Who else but me?"

In fact, he had already guessed the truth.

......

"Forgive me......" Dumbledore's voice became very low, "I was seventeen at the time, Jon, I was seventeen...... Not much older than you...... I'm nowhere near as mature as you, not as wise as you......"

"He knows me, he knows my talent, he knows I'm going to be a powerful wizard, he knows I'm going to be his best helper...... He came to England from Austria under the pretext of visiting his aunt, but in fact it was just to get close to me......"

"I was so stupid and naïve...... He is like the devil, he has tempted me...... Those crazy two months, the nightmare two months......"

"He knows everything...... He knew that Muggles would make a weapon that would destroy an entire city...... He knew that Muggles were a threat to our world...... He even knew that two terrible wars were about to break out between Muggles......"

"I should have doubted him a long time ago, but I was stuck in it...... Whether it's strength, or emotion...... Until...... Until Ariana's death......"

Albus Dumbledore hung his head again, this time holding back no tears.

"Was he the one who ended up telling you everything, his origins, his identity, and even his most important secret......" Jon asked softly, saying the name, "Gellert Grindelwald?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.