Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"The soul is perhaps the most mysterious existence in the world."

After hearing Parsifal's answer, Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, sat back, and even waved his wand a few times to add three or four more snacks to the small plate containing cookies.

"Professor, if you start from there, I will really fall asleep. Even when writing a novel, you should pay attention to the three golden chapters, instead of throwing a thousand words of setting at the beginning to impress yourself."

Parsifal interrupted the topic with some helplessness. He was picking around in the small plate just now, and finally found a candy that looked like marshmallows and was quite delicious. When bitten open, warm juice like sweet milk would flow out. .

"Well, old people like me always like to talk more. You also know that uninvited guest. He may have temporarily stored his soul in this place through some evil and twisted ritual. Poor Quirrell. He used to be in charge of the Muggle Studies course. He is very similar to you. He is a very smart young man that I think highly of."

When Dumbledore talked about Quirrell, his eyes dimmed.

"If I'm so optimistic that the Dark Lord sticks me on the back of my head, please think of me differently, really."

Parsifal's spine trembled when the white wizard said that, and he even dropped the candy in his hand into the tea cup.

"For example, handsome, genius, and wise. But I still prefer Mr. Longbottom's version."

Dumbledore was amused by Parsifal's words and put a piece of candy into his mouth.

"You were there that day, but I didn't notice any signs of the Disillusionment Curse."

Parsifal asked cautiously. When he thought that his words to comfort Neville that day might have been heard by the white wizard in front of him, he felt as if his face was burning.

This is like a novel written in a notebook in high school that was seen by the class teacher one day and used as a sample essay to read in front of the whole class. It can be said to have suffered a social death.

"Well, the sizzling bee sugar still tastes better. You know, the elderly are sometimes particularly sensitive in certain senses."

Dumbledore's beard trembled, and he lifted up the long sleeves of his nightgown and spread them on the table.

"He may have thought that he was playing with death, and he was proud that even if he was a remnant soul, he could find someone to possess him through the influence of rituals and potions. But what he didn't know was that any soul is instinctively attached to it. It has blood, flesh, warmth, can breathe, and can live.

This is true for intact souls, and even more so for souls that have been lost. "

The white wizard paused for a long time when he said "alive". As he spoke, he sat up straight.

With the waving of the magic wand, the shadow of a bright green snake appeared out of thin air. It coiled up and spread its fangs and claws. Another cloud of gray smoke plunged into the snake's body.

"So you want to wait until his soul is inseparable, but this connection cannot be forcibly abandoned by him?"

Parsifal asked. Although the white wizard's words were obscure, they were not difficult to understand.

"Yes, but it's also wrong. Indeed, the will can force the soul to separate itself from the soul again by enduring unbearable pain, but that nostalgia will also make it take away things that should not be attached to it."

In the smoke in the air, a long sword passed through, and the snake's shadow was cut into two ends.

The cloud of smoke emerged from the snake's body, but it was originally gray and stained with many green spots.

"The Curse of the Unicorn"

Parsifal exclaimed. He finally knew why Dumbledore, who had known that Voldemort would come to Hogwarts for so long in the first grade, had tolerated him for so long. He also knew why Voldemort, who was resurrected after the Goblet of Fire, although Powerful, but completely inferior to the previous Dark Lord Grindelwald, and was even beaten up by the White Wizard at the Ministry of Magic.

Grindelwald in Fantastic Creatures and Where to Find Them can burn down an entire square with a powerful fire, but what did the Man in the Back of the Head do? He cut his soul into four more petals than his heart, yet he still relied on delusions to obtain the legendary A wand can defeat Harry Potter. It turned out that it was not only because the White Wizard was holding the Elder Wand, but also because he had jumped into the pit four years ago and could never get out again.

Dumbledore just smiled and said nothing.

"I can't beat that guy no matter what you want me to do."

Parsifal, who felt that he accidentally knew too much, was struggling. He didn't believe that Dumbledore would tell such r18 things in "A Bedtime Story". "A Little Story After the Rain" was almost the same.

"On the contrary, you don't have to do anything. I'm just an old man who wants to share some bedtime stories with his children. Aren't you just a child who wants to hear some bedtime stories from the old man?"

The white wizard laughed happily when he heard Parsifal's question.

"real"

Parsifal looked at him suspiciously, not because he was suspicious, but because the atmosphere was so different from Tuogu that Dumbledore suddenly took out a well-hidden salted fish from under the table.

"Parsifal, you are very smart, but you always think too much. You don't owe me anything. But the experience of living for too long tells me that you always have a sense of awe for yourself. That is the gift of possession." A sign of a noble soul.

I believe that no matter what time, you will make the right choice. "

Dumbledore stared at Parsifal with his blue eyes and said seriously, with the same sincerity and certainty as when he asked "Can I trust you?"

"But I think, Professor Dumbledore, you are a truly great idealist. But idealists are irredeemable. Because if he is thrown out of his paradise, he will create another ideal. of hell.”

Brown eyes and blue eyes looked at each other. He might be young, but he was equally determined. The arched principal's office fell into silence, no one spoke or moved.

"If that day really comes, you may be the one to smash my hell. But it's really late today, and you should go back and rest."

It wasn't until a long time later that Dumbledore sighed, stood up and said. With a wave of his wand, the teapot and cups on the table disappeared.

"Well, Professor, I'll take my leave now."

Parsifal also stood up, and as usual, politely said goodbye and left.

He returned to the Gryffindor Tower from the office on the eighth floor with ease. Feeling a little embarrassed to wake up the sleeping fat lady, he walked into the Gryffindor common room. It was already late at night, and the only things left here were the beeping stove and Harry sitting on the lounge chair.

Harry had fallen asleep, his head moving slowly, and he kept saying words like "Malfoy", "It's me", "It's not my fault", "Coward" and so on.

Parsifal walked to the dormitory, took out a blanket, came back and covered Harry, took a shower and then lay down firmly on the bed. The warmth of the duvet relaxed his nerves, which had endured too many things in one day, and he was so comfortable that he almost groaned.

His head was buried in the pillow, and he gradually forgot about Dumbledore and Quirrell, and fell into a dream.

"Real men crave two things: danger and games. But I'm still just a boy."

Before going to bed, he thought.