Chapter 1608 Obituary

After seeing Ivan nodding, Hermione's crisp voice sounded in the room:

Miss Albus Dumbledore, Elphias Dorge.

I met Albus Dumbledore on the Hogwarts train on the day I entered Hogwarts, when I was eleven years old.

We were all freshmen that year, and the friendship was established the moment we entered the same box.

We were attracted to each other no doubt because we both felt we were outsiders.

I contracted dragon pox shortly before I entered school. Although it is no longer contagious, I have a bluish complexion covered in acne and not many people want to approach me.

As for Albus, he came to Hogwarts under the pressure of notoriety.

It had been less than a year since his father, Percival, had made headlines when he viciously attacked three young Muggles. Albus never tried to deny that his father (in Azkaban for life) was guilty of the crime. Instead, when I worked up the courage to ask him, he made it clear to me that he knew his father was guilty.

Other than that, Dumbledore refused to talk about the sad incident, although there were many who tried to talk him out of it.

Some even relished praising his father's behavior, and concluded that Albus was also a Muggle hater. But they were dead wrong, and as anyone who knew Albus could attest, he never showed the slightest anti-Muggle tendencies. In fact, his resolute defense of Muggle rights in the future made him many enemies.

Within a few months of enrolling, Albus's reputation began to surpass that of his father.

Towards the end of his first year, he was seen not as the son of a muggle-hater, but as one of the brightest pupils the school had ever seen.

Those of us who were fortunate enough to be his friends benefited greatly from his example, not to mention his unfailing generosity of help and encouragement.

He confessed to me years later that he knew then that his greatest joy was teaching.

Not only did he win various important awards from the school, but he soon maintained frequent correspondence with the most famous magic masters of the time, including the famous alchemist Nick Flamel, the famous historian Bathilda Bagshot, and Magical theorist Adebe Wolverine.

Several of his papers have appeared in academic journals such as Transfiguration Today, Innovation in Charms and Master of Practical Potions.

Dumbledore had been a huge success at Hogwarts, and was already more famous than all the professors before he graduated. His future seemed bright, and the only question was when he would become the Minister of Magic. In later days, although it was often prophesied that he would take up this office, he never had any ambition to become a minister.

Three years after we started, Albus' younger brother, Aberforth, came to Hogwarts. Unlike the two brothers, Aberforth never liked to read books, and he liked dueling rather than rational negotiation to solve problems, which was not like Albus at all.

However, some say the brothers have a bad relationship.

This is also not in line with the facts. Although they have very different personalities, they get along fairly well.

In fairness to Aberforth, it must be admitted that living in Albus' shadow was not particularly comfortable. As his friend, always being overshadowed by him is really detrimental to morale; as a younger brother, it will certainly not be much fun.

After Albus and I left Hogwarts, we planned to travel the world together in the tradition of the time, visiting and observing wizards abroad before pursuing our respective careers.

However, tragedy fell from the sky.

The day before we set off, Albus's mother, Kendra, passed away, and Albus became the head of the family, the breadwinner.

I postponed my departure, attended Candela's funeral, and embarked on a lonely journey alone.

Albus has a young brother and sister to look after, and the family's financial constraints make it impossible for him to travel with me.

In our lifetime, that time is the least contact.

I wrote to Albus describing the strange things I had seen on my travels, from escaping Chimera in Greece to visiting the experiments of the alchemists in Egypt, and so on.

It may be unreasonable of me to do so, since his letters rarely refer to his daily life.

I imagine it must have been frustratingly tedious for a wizard of his stature.

I was immersed in my travels, and at the end of a year of travel, tragedy befell Dumbledore's house again; his sister, Ariana, died.

I was shocked when I heard this. Although Arianna had been weak and sick for a long time, she was hit by this blow not long after her mother passed away, and Arianna's two older brothers couldn't let go of it for a long time.

All those close to Albus, including myself, agree that Ariana's death, and how responsible Albus felt for it (he was not actually guilty, of course), Become a shadow that he can't get rid of all his life.

When I returned home, what I saw was a young man going through the pain of an old man out of proportion to his age.

Albus was more reticent than before, and his heart was much heavier.

What made him even more distressed was that instead of bringing Albus and Aberforth closer, Ariana's death had alienated them. (The estrangement gradually improved, and they later re-established a relationship that was undoubtedly friendly, if not intimate.)

From then on, Albus rarely talked about his parents and Ariana, and his friends avoided talking about them.

In the years that followed, his brilliant achievements will be described.

Dumbledore's enormous contribution to the treasure trove of witchcraft lore, including the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and the wisdom of his many judgments as Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot will benefit posterity .

It is also said that no wizarding duel has ever been compared to that between Dumbledore and Grindelwald in 1945.

Those who witnessed the decisive battle between these two extraordinary wizards describe the horror and awe they felt. Dumbledore's victory, and its impact on the wizarding world, is seen as a turning point in recent magical history, on a par with the introduction of the International Statute of Secrecy and the downfall of You-Know-Who.

Albus Dumbledore was never arrogant and vain.

He can always find something worth cherishing in others, no matter how desolate and inconspicuous that person looks on the surface.

I believe that it was his early experience of bereavement that endowed him with great kindness and compassion.

I will miss his friendship dearly, but my personal loss is nothing compared to the wizarding world as a whole.

He is without a doubt the most charismatic and beloved Headmaster of Hogwarts ever.

In life and in death, he always worked for the higher good, until his very last, like the day I first met him on the Hogwarts Express when he gave a speech to a man with dragon pox The little boy extended his hand friendly...