The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Gellert Grindelwald, like himself, is also a prophetic Magus?

Jon had some difficulty imagining this fact, but when it was said from Albus Dumbledore, he couldn't doubt it.

"In fact, at the beginning, I knew nothing about prophesying Magus..." Dumbledore said slowly: "Until the spring and summer of 1945, after the duel in Berlin; Geller Throwing away his wand, he told me the truth...he told it all, then asked my forgiveness..."

"But I can't forgive him..." Some tears flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he looked at the oil painting: "Because of Allen, because of Yusef...and, because of Arianna..."

The girl in the portrait shook her head slightly at Dumbledore.

"It was you who prevented him from being sentenced to death, right?" Jon said softly, "I've read the records in "Modern History of Magic" that Minister Leonard Moon and Mr. Winston Churchill tried to execute him... …but someone convinced them, and in the end Dark Wizard Grinwald's sentence was life in prison without reprieve."

"Compared to death, there are many other ways to destroy a person, which are more cruel." Dumbledore did not deny this, but explained lightly.

Jon nodded slightly, but did not continue speaking.

...

The basement door was pushed open roughly, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.

Aberforth Dumbledore barged in, holding two dirty beer glasses full of Butterbeer in his hands.

He heavily placed two glasses of beer on the table, then glanced at Principal Dumbledore who was still sitting cross-legged in front of the oil painting.

"Don't stain my floor!" Aberforth snapped.

"I understand...I'll clean it up..." Albus Dumbledore wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, replied, and sat back at the table again.

Aberforth walked out of the basement without looking back, and at the same time closed the door heavily.

"My rude and impulsive brother..." Dumbledore sighed as he saw Aberforth's back going away, "He deserves people's admiration and respect more than me!"

"Mr. Dumbledore still trusts and respects you..." Jon said sincerely, "He's just not good at expressing his feelings."

"Yeah!" Albus Dumbledore smiled: "I almost forgot your identity as the prophecy Magus again. In fact, you should know each other better than us."

...

"Let's talk about it from the beginning..." Dumbledore offered:

"When I first saw you, at the sorting ceremony four years ago... I didn't pay much attention to you, after all, you were just an ordinary Muggle-born freshman... …despite Godric Gryffindor's insistence that being a Muggle-born wizard is a remarkable gift in itself..."

"I quite agree with Mr. Gryffindor's point of view!" Jon couldn't help interjecting.

"...The Sorting Hat told me that you refused to go to Gryffindor, but went to Hufflepuff!" Dumbledore ignored Jon's interruption, and continued to smile: "Please forgive the selfishness of an old man, this It made me a little bit unhappy at the time; and it may be a bit boastful to say this, because I am from Gryffindor, in recent years, there are usually a little more students who choose to go to Gryffindor..."

"But you are indeed a perfect Hufflepuff, and your diligence and integrity are fully reflected in you..." Dumbledore gave Jon a meaningful look.

"You started to pay attention to me at that time?" Jon asked a little surprised.

"Of course not..." Dumbledore shook his head: "It is impossible for a headmaster to pay attention to every student all the time. In my opinion, you are just a thriving grass, but you are still growing in front of me." It will take some time..."

"Later, the monster in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets appeared...you hinted at our Miss Weasley's anomaly and the traces of the basilisk through a little trick...I have to say that you did it very cleverly, and it didn't let you appeared in my field of vision; I tried to search the castle for several months, but never thought that the 'culprit' was actually a first-year freshman; I even thought that all this was a coincidence..."

"If it wasn't for Boggart's accident... I might have been kept in the dark." A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face: "When that happened, thinking of everything before, I was completely Understood."

"To be honest, I was also shocked at the time..." Jon nodded.

...

"You are very similar to Gellert, after all you have the same talent..." The expression on Dumbledore's face gradually became serious: "Meticulous, hardworking, and extremely diligent... But compared to Gellert Special, you are not so cold and ruthless, you are much more upright and kind..."

"Integrity and kindness..." Jon couldn't help being stunned, he didn't expect Dumbledore to make such an evaluation of himself.

"In order to prevent that Slytherin monster from hurting more people... You have been hinting at us the truth, you have been trying to guide us, and if we are smart enough, there may not be an attack after Mrs. Norris... ...It's a pity that we were too slow at the time." Dumbledore said calmly:

"I don't know what will happen after that, without you... Maybe more students will be attacked, maybe someone will die, maybe I will really lose my headmaster hat, maybe even Hogwarts will close ..."

"You prevented this from happening, Jon." Dumbledore held up the butterbeer: "So now I must pay tribute to you, for your courage buried in the bottom of my heart, for your kind and upright heart! "

"It might be a bit ashamed to say it..." Jon smiled helplessly: "Actually, I just want to protect myself. After all, as a Muggle-born wizard, I may be attacked by a basilisk at any time... Under the nest, there will be no complete eggs."

"There are many ways to protect yourself, but you chose the one I admire the most." Dumbledore smiled gently: "Of course there is also the matter of Miss Greengrass, when Miss Greengrass was in Defense Against the Dark Arts After you fainted in class, you looked anxious and concerned..."

"So after knowing that you are a Prophet Magus, I am very happy... because I know very well that you will not become the second Gellert, even though you are very similar to him."