In the end, Dumbledore did not actually kill Rove with the Elder Wand in his hand. Instead, he was touched by the story Rove told and fell into memories again.
"I have made many mistakes, and I have recognized my true nature from them, so I finally chose to return to Hogwarts and become a teacher who teaches and educates people."
"In the eyes of others, you have the power to change the entire magical world, but you are content to just be the principal of Hogwarts. But what they don't know is that if you want to change the current situation of the magical world, there is nothing better than transforming underage wizards.
It’s easier for the mind to do that.”
"That's a to-the-point comment, but what I'm curious about is why you are always so hostile to me? In other words, you always assume the worst about me."
"How could it be? In my heart, Professor Albus Dumbledore has never been arrogant or pursued vanity. He can always find things worth cherishing in others, no matter how downcast and inconspicuous that person may appear on the surface. His broad-minded
His kindness and compassion make me admire him immensely, and there is no doubt that he is the most inspiring and beloved of all the previous Headmasters of Hogwarts."
"Hahaha, this doesn't sound like what a third-year student said. It sounds like some old guy's flattery. You didn't copy it from that book, did you?"
Dumbledore's words made Rolf murmur deep in his heart, because he really copied these words. It's just that he didn't copy them from a book, but from the obituary of Dumbledore's funeral.
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"Ahem, the origin of this sentence is a secret, but I guarantee you have never seen it."
"Indeed, even the greatest wizard Dumbledore can't read all the books in the world, right?"
"He is the greatest wizard of our time. The greatest wizard of all time is Merlin. Or is it not an exaggeration to say that he is the God of Wizards?"
"Strictly and interestingly, the Sorting Hat made the right choice in sorting you into Ravenclaw."
"Can I accept this as a compliment?"
"Of course. I thought you would dismiss my compliment. After all, you didn't like me very much before."
"I just don't like your manipulative and manipulative side, but as the principal and the protector of Hogwarts, you will always be the person I respect and admire the most, and of course my favorite person. No one will dislike Deng.
Bledo, unless this man is a bad person at heart."
"Sometimes, we have to make some sacrifices for more important things."
"I understand you, Professor. While you let others sacrifice, you actually sacrificed more. On the one hand, you wish you could carry it all by yourself, but because you must follow the path of fate, you have to guide others to make decisions.
Sacrifice. This may be more painful for you than making your own sacrifice."
"I am actually not as noble as you said. I will make mistakes, have my own selfishness, and will be tempted. It's just that I have been able to control my selfishness, but I can't guarantee that I will no longer be tempted, so I choose
Back to Hogwarts. What about you? Rolf, are you ready to face your selfishness and temptation?"
"Everyone has his own selfishness and will face temptation. But this desire is not all bad. Only excessive desire and selfishness will bring disastrous consequences. And before that, I will face
Yuan stopped. Of course, if I fail to do it, you will stop me, right?"
"I'm over a hundred years old. Do you have the heart to let an old man like me continue to work hard? One Voldemort is enough. Can't the birth of the third generation of the Dark Lord wait until after my death?"
"Voldemort, haven't you already trained Harry? I was deeply impressed by the little game last year. Although I seemed to have messed it up, your goal has been achieved, hasn't it?"
"Harry's changes are actually somewhat beyond my control, but I believe in him. Deep down in his heart, he is still a noble and great person."
"Actually, I believe in him too, but why can't you believe in me as much as you believe in him?"
"Because I see the shadow of Tom and Grindelwald in you. The same is talented, the same is eloquent, the same is not achieving the goal, and the means are unscrupulous."
"Wow, it sounds like I'm about to become the third Dark Lord. What nickname should I give myself, The Great Dark Lord III? No, it sounds like a hereditary position. What's the point?
Any advice? Professor."
"As long as you don't call me the King of Sad Wind, I don't think there's any problem."
"Why do you say that."
"I don't know, maybe fate gave me a hint. Okay, Rove, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."
"But Professor, what's the purpose of calling me here?"
"The purpose I asked you to come has been achieved. Future third-generation Dark Lord, what you have to do now is to quickly return to your dormitory and go to sleep."
"What should I do if I meet Filch? You will bear witness for me, right? Professor."
"If he could catch you and get you here while I'm still awake, I would."
As he spoke, Dumbledore winked at Rolf teasingly. Seeing Dumbledore like this, Rove suddenly relaxed. Yes, he was Dumbledore. What bad intentions could he have?
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He may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but these flaws can never cover up his brilliance and achievements. Most of the credit for Rolf being able to sit on the Hogwarts campus and study with peace of mind is due to this
An old man.
In fact, perhaps the old Dumbledore was not as powerful as he was at his youthful peak. But in terms of morality and character, he far surpassed himself at the time.
From the fact that when he was young, he only saw himself and Grindelwald in the Mirror of Erised, but when he was old, he saw his parents and younger siblings, we can know who is the truly greatest Dumbledore.
"By the way, I almost forgot! Good night, professor."
"Good night, Rolf."
Rolf, who had already stepped out of the office door, suddenly stuck his head in again, said good night to Dumbledore, and quickly disappeared behind the wooden door.
Dumbledore, who was sitting at his desk, also said good night to him, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and started to get up to get food for Fawkes. From Nirvana to now, someone finally remembered that the poor phoenix cub had not eaten yet.