"People always thought I was always right and omnipotent, Amosta..."

Distant in the sky, in the center of endless darkness, with an extremely faint halo floating near the horizon, at this moment, in the coldest hour before dawn, Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his brow wearily.

"But I've always thought that the mistakes I have made are much more serious than my trivial contributions."

Dumbledore's eyes stared at the young and excellent wizard beside him, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Amosta didn't speak, he was waiting for Dumbledore to give him a reasonable explanation, if Dumbledore couldn't justify his actions, then I am afraid that this matter would create an unbridgeable gap in the hearts of the two people, and even make the two enemies one day in the future.

"--Few people know that Tom was personally recruited into Hogwarts,"

Dumbledore obviously also knew that he had to give Amosta an explanation as soon as possible, and he didn't foreshadow too much, and explained directly,

"When I first met him in the orphanage, I was disturbed by the natural domineering and cruelty of his character, as well as his great talent for magic, but I assure you, Amosta, I never imagined that that the little boy with a tragic background would commit such an unforgivable crime in the future..."

Voldemort actually grew up in an orphanage?

Amosta's eyelids twitched slightly, and he probably understood what Dumbledore was trying to say.

"--- in the eyes of all the professors, he was a polite, quiet, knowledge-hungry little wizard, handsome, gifted, and well-mannered...

Tragic background, outstanding magical talent, good at self-concealment.

Amosta let out an indefatigable sneer, as such, he and Voldemort did have many similarities, and it was no wonder that Dumbledore had been paying close attention to himself since the night of Christmas in his fifth year.

"I think you've got it, Amosta--"

Dumbledore's tone was sad,

"I've always feared history repeating itself, but I know I can't judge your future, and I've been in a kind of dilemma since you left school, on the one hand, I want you to be able to live in my sight, and at the same time, I know that you are an assertive little wizard, and if I interfere too much with your choices through Severus, then, in a few years, Voldemort's past may be your future.

Seriously, I haven't hesitated in years, Amosta, I've been trying to convince myself that through all these years of observation, I think you and Tom are fundamentally different, you have love in your heart, you don't covet power, you don't want to get ahead, you don't want to make yourself fearful...

However, I have never been completely reassured that the bitter history of the past has shown that he has always made serious mistakes on crucial issues, and given my age, I think I will never have the opportunity to correct my mistakes again..."

To be honest, Amosta has always had respect for Dumbledore in his heart.

This old man, who can be called the living history of the modern wizarding world, has obviously stood at the peak of wizards, but for so many years, he may not have lived a few comfortable days, and has been using his wisdom to plan for the peace and stability of the wizarding world, Amosta thinks that he does not have such a great mind.

"--I don't want to deceive you, Amosta, Remus's letter about the conflict between you and the werewolves under Greyback and about your origins has heightened my concerns, and I am very afraid of the worst possibility that I don't want to see happen to you..."

"I have my principles, Dumbledore."

Amosta understood Dumbledore's concerns, but when the object of vigilance was himself, Amosta did feel very helpless.

"Don't accept any commissions against wizards or Muggles, do you?"

Dumbledore shook his beard and looked at Amosta, whose eyebrows were suddenly closed, and he sighed,

"Don't blame Kakus Foley, Amosta, I got him to help keep an eye on your activities in the Underworld... Indeed, this rule of yours has made me understand that you try your best not to harm innocent lives, and it is the existence of this rule that has made me more patient, I mean, respecting your choice..."

"In that case, Dumbledore, why are you so bothering to get me back to Hogwarts now?"

There was a hint of warmth in the bleak night breeze, but Amosta's mood gradually became complicated.

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Amosta didn't know whether he should hate or thank Dumbledore for his actions....

"Maybe you think you've always been able to stick to your principles, Amosta,"

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes regained their sagacity, and the blue pupils flashed with more than a hundred years of wisdom in life.

"But I think if you keep going like this, the darkness will eat at you sooner or later, there's no doubt about it... How long has it been since you've stood in the light of day and bathed in the sun with everyone? ”

In the sky, a faint pink light tore through the shroud of night, reflecting on Amosta's slightly confused purple eyes, in the ups and downs of the forest sea, Dumbledore's voice sincerely asked Amosta to stay at Hogwarts and continue to teach..., even if he didn't want to, he hoped that he could change his way of life and not continue to sway back and forth between light and darkness, because if he continued like that, sooner or later he would slip into darkness.

The long night was finally over, but it was indelible in the hearts of many people, and there was already a faint commotion in the castle, and the news of Ginny's rescue and the end of the secret room was spreading outward at an alarming speed, centered on the school hospital.

"Stop Lockhart's medicine, Dumbledore."

Amosta tossed the vial that sealed the basilisk to Dumbledore, ignoring the bitterness on his old countenance, and turned and walked towards the castle.

"Wait, Amosta--"

Dumbledore wasn't an all-knowing saint, he didn't know what kind of person Amosta had made to turn him into in the future, but he knew that if he interfered now, he would only push this young man with great potential into the abyss...

"You deserve it, Amosta..."

Dumbledore handed the money bag over again, and he suppressed all his uneasiness and worries in his heart, and smiled gently,

"Seriously, Amosta, while the school board paid me a lot of money, a wizard like me can spend just as much... So, I can't give more Galleons to show my gratitude! ”

"What kind of person do you think I am, Dumbledore, with only money in my eyes?"

Amosta glanced at the money bag and did not stretch out his hand, "You are not young anymore, this money will be kept for your retirement." ”

"It's like..."

Dumbledore still insisted, "For the sake of the children in the orphanage." ”

Amosta's breathing suddenly became a little shorter, and a few black lines floated on his forehead, this old guy seemed to have investigated himself clearly, if he continued to stay at Hogwarts, Amosta was very suspicious that Dumbledore would one day make the color of his underwear clear!

"You and I are even, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Amosta took the money bag, put his hand in his arms again, pulled out something and threw it to Dumbledore, then turned and strode away.

Staring at the cracked, charred crown in the palm of his hand, by the lake, Dumbledore, who was standing in the wind, opened his mouth in shock in silence...

PS: I wish you all a prosperous Year of the Rabbit and all the best in your life, work and studies in the new year!















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