Chapter 151 No One Will Remember Your Sacrifice

"Professor, will you be very busy recently?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, very busy - there are too many things to worry about, but don't worry, I will always keep an eye on you."

"I see."

"Okay, tonight's topic is a bit heavy, but I sincerely hope you can have a good sleep. Sean, your current task is still to study hard. The stronger you become, the more opportunities you will be able to suppress 'arrogance' in the future. The bigger it gets." Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said with a smile.

"I will try my best, Professor, and I wish you a good sleep too."

After Sean left the principal's office, Dumbledore showed a relieved smile and sat back on his chair tiredly.

"With a strong psychological quality and mature thinking mode, this little guy is really only eleven years old?" A wizard with a curly mustache said on the wall.

"Geniuses are always emerging," another principal said, wearing a gorgeous medieval robe, "but this child's blood... my great-grandfather has experienced that history, even if he just recalls it, he will show fear. expression."

"Maybe this child can perform miracles?" a female principal retorted.

"It's not just him, miracles also require other sacrifices..." A wizard who looked very calm said in a muffled voice.

The portraits of the principals fell silent for a while. After a while, a female principal who looked gentle and kind spoke.

"Dumbledore, why did you hide the last part of the prophecy?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and pressed his eyebrows: "Daisy, the last prophecy is of no use to Sean. He is a child who likes to inquire about his roots. Knowing those things will not do him any good."

Phineas Black snorted: "Dumbledore, you are always like this."

"This is one of the reasons why my reputation is better than yours, Phineas." Dumbledore retorted lightly.

Phineas was a little annoyed and said loudly: "Then what? Do you think those heartless guys will remember your sacrifice?"

"It's not important - well, that's the end of the conversation, I have to go and rest."

Dumbledore ended the topic. He glanced at the thread of memory that was still floating in the pensieve. His light blue eyes were bright and dark, making it difficult to read his thoughts.

…

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore, Sean walked out of the principal's office in a slightly heavy mood. He didn't expect that the prophecy for him turned out to be a villain.

It’s really tiring... Sean sighed.

As he walked, he suddenly thought that Grindelwald's attitude towards him was very strange...

If he and Dumbledore had the same goals, there wouldn't be so many extra weird moves.

Dumbledore's intention was obvious. He wanted to guide me. To put it bluntly, he wanted me to become a good person, and my own attitude would obviously have an impact on the awakening of 'arrogance'.

Then Grindelwald is very strange. His behavior is inconsistent with Dumbledore, but I can't feel his malice... Moreover, if Grindelwald wants to lead me to the dark side, Dumbledore can't Cooperate with him...

It’s hard to guess what this strange old man is thinking...

After thinking for a long time, Sean discovered that the two old men seemed to be using different educational concepts to guide him. Grindelwald was obviously more radical than Dumbledore...

Much like a disagreement between parents about how to educate their children... Sean thought of a strange metaphor.

Sean returned to the Ravenclaw common room with various thoughts. He was lucky enough not to run into Filch in the middle of the night.

Pulling the door knocker, the bronze eagle head asked: "What is wisdom?"

It's a subjective question again... Doorknockers often ask questions with no fixed answers. As long as you explain your thinking mode clearly, you will pass.

Sean tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Something that can help us answer this question."

The door was opened, and when passing through the Eagle Head, Sean seemed to hear a sigh.

Sean was extremely sensitive now. He looked around carefully and asked Dave if he smelled the scent of brain flowers. After making sure that no one was there, he walked in.

Today's prophecy was so impactful that Sean felt that he was a little too suspicious now.

Returning to the lounge, Sean found that two girls, one big and one young, were leaning against each other on the soft chairs in the lounge.

It's Hermione and Daisy.

It was now past midnight and they were all asleep. Both of them had their slender eyebrows knitted together and looked like they were not sleeping peacefully.

Sean unconsciously looked at the sleeping positions of the two of them.

Hermione had a slender figure, and her calves in short white socks were exposed to the air, and her cardamom-like toes were wrinkled together, squeezing out small wrinkles in the white socks. Because of the long-extinguished work, a layer of redness appeared on the straight white calves, which kept pressing against the side of the chair.

The creamy white velvet top and gray knee-length skirt fit smoothly on Hermione's beautiful body. She even held the book "The World's Famous Magical Schools" under the arm of one of her arms, looking bookish and beautiful. .

On the other side of Hermione, Daisy frowned, pressed tightly against Hermione's body, and hugged one of the other's arms with both hands. Her body is petite and soft, just one year younger, and the girl's body is obviously one size smaller.

Probably because she was really insecure, the clothes Daisy wore could always wrap herself tightly. The white top with light yellow patterns had long cuffs. The girl's pointed fingers were retracted in the cuffs, and only the pink nails were exposed together.

She was wearing a sailor skirt and black pantyhose that fit gently on the girl's straight and thin legs. Daisy curled up into a small ball, and the tight pantyhose on her knees showed a little flesh color, looking extremely pitiful.

Girls are such beautiful beings, especially beautiful girls.

Sean looked at the two girls in front of him with admiration, each with their own unique charm. He sighed, and his previously heavy heart actually relaxed now.

Maybe it was because he had been paying attention for a long time, or maybe he was not asleep in the first place, but Hermione opened her eyes in a daze.

"Sean, you're back—" She subconsciously made a sound of surprise, and then immediately lowered it.

However, Daisy was obviously not asleep either. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes were not fully opened, and her voice was soft and greasy: "Sean? Is Sean back?"

Sean smiled softly: "Well, two charming ladies, it's time for you to go to bed."

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