Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

Silence was like black mist, gradually spreading to every corner of the principal's office, until an old sigh sounded.

At this time, Dumbledore no longer seemed like an old and strong fighter, he looked more like a twilight old man, and his sharp eyes seemed to have more light of memories.

Just listen to him whisper softly:

"Gellert...Grindelwald, we were once best friends with the same ideals, but in the end we parted ways because of one thing."

"That incident made me regret and wake me up. It also made me see him and myself clearly."

"He is indeed very talented, but he also uses any means to achieve his goals, even if it involves the lives of innocent people, so he inevitably failed in the end."

"He was not defeated by me. Even without me, there will still be new warriors who will appear and end his ambition. But until now, he doesn't seem to understand this truth."

"Of course, you may have your own ideas about these things, and that's not what I want to tell you at this moment."

"Now I just want to tell you a story that I have kept deep in my heart and have never told anyone else."

"Perhaps after listening to this story, you will have some new ideas."

As he spoke, Dumbledore looked at Lockhart. His eyes were completely filled with memories and softened, as if he had transformed into the kind old headmaster again.

Facing this look, Lockhart adjusted the position of his monocle, thought for a second or two, then changed his slightly aggressive sitting posture, leaned back leisurely on the chair, and said with a smile:

"Of course, it's my pleasure."

Dumbledore seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slowly relaxed. He tapped the table with his wand, and a cup of steaming black tea suddenly appeared in front of Lockhart.

'Lockhart' raised his eyebrows, picked it up without any hesitation, and greeted Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore's story had already begun, and he slowly told it in a calm tone:

"It was a wizard family with a happy and stable life. There were two brothers and one sister."

"But just like all stories are not smooth sailing or plain sailing, when my sister was six years old, an irreversible fate came."

"My sister was accidentally seen by three Muggle boys while she was doing magic. But after all, she is still young, so we can't blame her."

"Similarly, the three Muggle boys were still young. Faced with the scene in front of them, they were frightened. They probably only had the idea of ​​preventing the little monster from doing magic again."

"And so, tragedy struck."

"The brutal attack left a profound psychological impact on the sweet, frightened and harmless sister, leaving her mentally disturbed and fearful of magic ever since."

"This is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the growth of a young wizard, because it will cause magic to accumulate in the body without being able to be released."

"These inexplicable magics will burst out of my sister when she feels frustrated or angry, making her strange and dangerous, posing a serious threat to the lives of those around her and herself."

"Therefore, the wizard's father was extremely angry when his young daughter was harmed. His love for his daughter made him desperate and killed the three Muggle boys without hesitation, and he was charged for violating the Statute of Secrecy. He was captured in Azkaban and died there."

"The father has no regrets. He believes that he just fulfilled his responsibility as a father and did what he should do for his children."

"Of course, he never stated these reasons to defend himself, because he was afraid that the Ministry of Magic would force his daughter to spend the rest of her life in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies after discovering that she had been tortured to madness."

"For this reason, after my father was imprisoned, my strong mother moved her family, which was no longer warm and on the verge of being broken, from the Fertile Land where the incident happened to Godric's Hollow."

"There she hid her daughter and only allowed her to leave the house late at night."

"But even so, fate still seems not to let this poor family go."

"Not long after the eldest son of the family graduated from school, and everything seemed to be getting better, due to an accident, my mother unfortunately passed away due to an explosion caused by my sister's magic."

"This forced the eldest son to give up his own brilliant career in order to shoulder the burden of the family - taking care of his disabled sister and wayward younger brother. This made him feel very resentful and painful."

"Yes, he is very selfish. He thinks he has talent and is excellent. He even wanted to escape at one point."

"He felt that since he was outstanding, he should be shining brightly, instead of being trapped in a village, isolated from the world and wasting his time."

As he spoke, tangible pain appeared on Dumbledore's face, making him look older.

But Dumbledore didn't stop:

"It wasn't until later that he came, in the summer when my mother died..."

The "him" here naturally refers to Gellert Grindelwald, the extremely talented wizard.

"He and I hit it off and became inseparable immediately, all because of our shared ideal of establishing a new order in the wizarding world."

Dumbledore's nickname changed imperceptibly, and he didn't seem to notice.

"Also, we are both fascinated by a legendary thing."

"I have to say that his appearance greatly relieved my resentment. It was like a life-saving straw to escape reality. Coupled with the shared ideals and research, I subconsciously shifted most of my attention to it."

"It got me so immersed in it that I neglected my sister, and my brother got angry and came to confront us."

"In the end, the dispute turned into a fight, with devastating consequences."

At this time, Dumbledore's expression was extremely depressed, his lips trembled slightly, and all the blood on his face disappeared. He really looked like a lonely old man who was dying.

"Grindelwald, the terrible thing hidden in his character - the thing that I had always been aware of but always pretended not to notice, suddenly burst out out of control at that time."

"My sister... whom my father had so devotedly protected... and who my mother had cared for and cared for... fell to the ground dead."

'Lockhart' looked away from the reflection in the black tea and looked at Dumbledore.

It was found that this great wizard's face was full of regret, loneliness and other indescribably complex expressions at this moment.

As if to adjust his mood, Dumbledore was silent for a long time this time.

'Lockhart', who should have taken advantage of this opportunity when Dumbledore was at his strongest to think of ways to irritate Dumbledore, strangely did not make any move or say any words at this time. This was different from his previous actions and It goes against his plan.

At this time, there seemed to be something more in Lockhart's eyes - something that had never appeared in him before. These things made him feel very interesting, different from the interesting things he had felt before, so He briefly abandoned his original plan.

"Actually, my decision to attack him later was not just because I wanted to stop his atrocities. The death of my sister was also a very important motive - just like what my father and mother did. I think it was What I should do as a brother is just that I regret that this responsibility came too late..."

"It was also from then on that I realized how easily I could be shaken and how I would lose my ability to judge right from wrong due to various reasons..."

"So, you chose to 'imprison' yourself?" 'Lockhart' seemed to have returned to his previous appearance, and he suddenly spoke with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

After hearing this, Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Lockhart, as if he was gradually withdrawing from his memories, and said calmly:

"If you think I look like a prisoner now, think of it that way."

'Lockhart' didn't say anything else, and said with a smile on his face:

"So, can I ask one more question?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

'Lockhart' asked immediately:

"I would like to know, Professor, what do you see in the Mirror of Erised?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the principal's office fell into silence again.

But this time it was not the two people in the room who broke the silence.

The door to the principal's office suddenly opened, and the three little ones, Professor McGonagall, and Snape walked in quickly.

'Lockhart' didn't seem surprised by this. He just turned his head and glanced at the intruders leisurely, then turned back to Dumbledore and said with a smile on his face:

"Is this what you've been waiting for, Professor?"

"It seems that I can't get the answer to my question this time. I hope you can answer my questions next time, Professor."

After saying that, Lockhart stood up leisurely, adjusted the monocle in his right eye, bowed elegantly to Dumbledore, then turned and walked towards the door.

When he passed the door, he gave a slight greeting to Professor McGonagall who was a little confused and Snape who had his eyes slightly narrowed, and then raised his lips to Harry and Harry, whose faces were full of eagerness and confusion, before walking out. , left the principal's office.

The few people who remained looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just put his wrists on the table and stared at the door where Lockhart disappeared without saying a word. The eyes behind his half-moon eyes made McGonagall The professors couldn't see clearly.

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