Chapter Four Hundred and Ninety Seventh Lonely Old Man

Chapter 497 Lonely Old Man

Afterwards, the office fell silent 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 to yourself. "

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

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

"I've heard rumors these days, I haven't been out, but I can hear all the rumors."

He said calmly, "Compared to the speculation and doubts of 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 with magic. After the title of the most powerful wizard in the world, it is difficult for me to hear their true opinions from the students."

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

"I thought you didn't care about the opinions of the students at all." George said this with some surprise, "Anyway, you don't seem to care about the situation of the students."

Whether it's from Dumbledore indulging Voldemort on Quirrell, or allowing the basilisk to attack, including agreeing to dementors in the school, and even his initiative to resurrect Voldemort. From a series of things, Dumbledore doesn't seem like someone who cares about the situation of his students.

"It's not like that." 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. So much has been paid, and whatever the cost, the plan has to go on."

"And that's the problem," George said disapprovingly. "You only have your own plans. You never take the opinions and situations of your students into consideration. You're just getting to the point where you're at your own fault."

Whatever Dumbledore's plan was, whatever his plan accomplished. When he tries to arrange the fate of everyone by himself, he will inevitably face the resistance of everyone and become the target of public criticism.

No one can dictate the fate of other people, not their parents, nor Dumbledore, nor Voldemort.

"I didn't ignore the safety of the students. I made a lot of preparations. My plan didn't start rashly. I've been doing my best to protect everyone's interests." Dumbledore said calmly.

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

He believed that Dumbledore was speaking from his heart, he believed that Dumbledore had the best interests of all at heart, but what was the use of that? How can there be 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 he really take care of all interests.

"But that's not my intention. In the end people will always know the truth." Dumbledore said calmly. "Do you want to know the truth?"

"Is there really a truth to the matter? Do you think anyone will believe what you said?" George said disapprovingly, "Without trust, there is no truth."

He actually didn't care what Dumbledore would say. He never wanted to question Dumbledore in the past, whether what Voldemort said was true, whether the prophecy was fabricated by Dumbledore, and whether Lily was a trap in the first place.

Because the facts are not important, there is simply not enough trust established between him and Dumbledore. No matter what Dumbledore said, he would just listen casually,

There is no need to believe. When there is no trust, the outcome doesn't really matter.

"Hahaha", Dumbledore laughed desperately, laughing with all his might, 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, there is no truth. Who can calculate everything, if I really have that ability, I will Why accept it all, why resist it."

"I didn't calculate everything. Lily's protection spell didn't come from me. If I really had the ability to teach others this protection spell, Voldemort would have been defeated earlier."

Dumbledore said in a sincere tone, "Just like you did, Lily, relying on her own talents and abilities, recovered such a magical magic from some lost ancient books. It is her credit, not My conspiracy."

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

But he was disappointed, George's expression remained unchanged, there was neither trust nor doubt in his eyes. Just like what he just heard, just some trivial things.

Dumbledore continued, "The prophecy was not forged by me. It was a cold, wet night fifteen years ago at the Hogs' Head in Hogsmeade."

"I was there to meet an applicant who wanted to be a divination teacher, even though she was not at all what I wanted to keep going. But that applicant was a very well-known and gifted prophet. Great-great-granddaughter, so I think it's normal etiquette to see her."

He recalled the scene at that time and said slowly, "I was disappointed by the result of the meeting. In my opinion, she did not inherit that talent at all. But I still politely told her that she was not suitable for 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, he took out a shallow-bottomed stone basin, with ancient writing engraved on the edge of the stone basin.

Dumbledore went back to his desk, put the Pensieve on the table, then raised his wand to his temple, drew out a few strands of silver, cobweb-thin thoughts, and stuck them to the wand again. Fibers are put into stone basins.

He went back to the table and sat down, watching his thoughts spin and float in the Pensieve. After a while, he sighed, raised his wand again, and picked the silvery substance to the tip.

(To be continued.)