novelraw Chapter 52 A Letter to Grindelwald
Chapter 52 A Letter to Grindelwald
Chapter 52 A Letter to Grindelwald (Second Update)
Dumbledore had almost forgotten how he got back to the headmaster's office.
He seemed to be in a daze until he poured himself a full glass of mead and took a big gulp, at which point Dumbledore finally came to his senses.
He shouldn't have lost his composure like that.
Even as a wizard, witnessing Slyke Anguill's exquisite shaping magic against Professor Quirrell did not greatly shock Dumbledore.
The wizarding world has been passed down for countless years, and countless genius wizards have emerged from it.
Even a wizard as brilliant as himself had encountered geniuses like Grindelwald in his short life of a hundred years, who could rival him.
Therefore, Dumbledore was only slightly surprised by Orochimaru's talent in shaping spells and wandless spellcasting.
He should indeed have valued Mr. Slack Anguill as more than he had seen him as a more ambitious but less talented Tom Riddle.
No----
Thinking of this, Dumbledore picked up the automatically refilled mead again and took a big gulp.
He was going to revise his assessment of Mr. Slack Anguis's talent.
This is not a prediction that the first Transfiguration spell did not achieve good results, but rather an assessment from the perspective of a legendary wizard of another wizard who has the potential to become a legend.
Mr. Slack Anguiz's talent —
He far surpassed Tom Riddle of the same period.
In Slack Anguis' mind, there seemed to be a complete system of magical arts waiting for him to discover.
Dumbledore even suspected that if Slyke Anguillès hadn't been so eager for immortality, Hogwarts would have added a course in the future, a course specifically studying the magical wonders created by Anguillès.
It's like—
The first prophet, the first shapeshifter, the first potion master, the first wizard to use spells, the first Merlin?
Dumbledore was startled by his own deduction and hurriedly drank all the mead in his cup.
The alcohol evaporated in his body, temporarily calming him down a little.
Even slightly drunk, Dumbledore inexplicably found a piece of parchment and began writing a letter to Grindelwald.
"You wouldn't believe what kind of student I met at school. That student named Slack Anguill was an unbelievable genius."
"Oh, of course, his ability to shapeshift is just as bad as yours, but he's just as good at shapeshifting people as you are."
Dumbledore's azure eyes scanned the words he had written, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
Although his life had been terrible, that didn't stop him from appreciating a new chapter in his life.
That period of my life seemed to be filled with a wonderful future that I longed for but could not obtain.
"Harry is also very good at it. He mastered the exact same Transfiguration in just one night. He transformed into me so perfectly that even Voldemort, and even Tom, didn't notice."
"If the two of them study this amazing magic together, given time, they will surely become legendary mages, and a course will definitely be named after them in the future."
"Oh, maybe they'll become legendary wizards like Merlin. It's hard to imagine, isn't it? Just a first-year wizard, yet they can display such outstanding talent. It makes one want to see what the future holds."
Dumbledore kept writing, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into his writing.
Although he wrote a lot, he never wrote the sentence he should have written most.
That was a sentence he and Grindelwald had dreamed of, but which they never actually came to pass.
"Their acquaintance was so brief, yet their friendship is so deep. Given time, they will become each other's strongest support—"
Dumbledore paused at this point in his writing.
He found himself unable to write anymore.
Because there was one thing he had never mentioned to anyone, not even Grindelwald, who was far away in Nurmengard.
That means Harry might not live much longer.
Voldemort didn't die; he possessed Quirrell's head. This can only mean that he most likely used dark magic similar to a Horcrux.
Although he is only making a vague guess at the moment.
But this is indeed very likely.
If he really finds evidence that Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux, then he must die at Voldemort's hands to ensure that Voldemort will never rise again.
Dumbledore did not want things to turn out this way, but his reason told him that it was highly likely.
Although it was cruel, it was a necessary sacrifice.
If he could, Dumbledore would even be willing to die in Harry's place.
But in either case, it will only lead to one consequence: Slack Anguill will continue to live for a long time, even after his friend's death.
In that long life, would he begin to covet the magic of resurrecting the dead?
When he follows the footsteps of his life and finds Grindelwald in Nurmengard, will Slyck discover the letter he sent?
Will Mr. Slack Anguill, after learning everything, hate himself and, by extension, the entire wizarding world?
Think about it —
A wizard like Merlin hated all wizards and wanted to destroy them all.
Dumbledore broke out in a cold sweat at the thought.
He abruptly stood up, stuffed the parchment, which already contained several inches of writing, into the fireplace, and then watched silently as the flames burned it to ashes.
Dumbledore chose not to send the letter.
Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside Dumbledore's headmaster's office.
Like a dark cloud of vengeance, Snape stormed into Dumbledore's office, his originally gloomy face now contorted with the fury of a Gryffindor.
He didn't even greet Dumbledore before he roared at him.
"You promised me! Dumbledore! You promised me! Why did Harry risk his life! He almost died in the Forbidden Forest!"
Snape's angry voice was almost bloodshot.
The angrier he became, the calmer Dumbledore remained.
His previous panic and shock had been completely burned away by the flames and turned to ashes along with the letter he wrote to Grindelwald.
So Dumbledore turned around and calmly looked at Snape, who had gone into a rage, and at his eyes, which were now burning with fury.
With a wave of his hands, Dumbledore cast the Silent Word spell, shattering Snape's roar and leaving only his calm words echoing slowly before Snape.
"Everything is under my control, Severus, don't be so nervous."
Dumbledore's words were authoritative and powerful, which could also be attributed to the fact that he was the most powerful wizard of his time.
In any case, Snape achieved his goal of bringing the matter to light.
He stared at Dumbledore, then pointed to his mouth. His meaning was simple and clear: he had calmed down and was ready to continue the conversation with Dumbledore.
Dumbledore then released the Silence Curse that Dumbledore had cast.
"Dumbledore, so Quirrell's changes are also under your control?" Snape's voice was slightly hoarse.
Clearly, although Dumbledore had just cast the Silent Word Charm, Snape was still yelling at him, which damaged his vocal cords.
"Quirk, what's wrong with him?" Dumbledore asked softly.
Before Snape could answer, a tabby cat suddenly darted into Dumbledore's office.
The next second, the Animagus reverted to its transformation.
Professor McGonagall was wearing a bathrobe, and her face showed a hint of indescribable surprise.
"Dumbledore, you should see that kid, Slack Anguilloch! He just dueled Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest and almost killed him!"
Professor McGonagall exclaimed excitedly, "We all know Professor Quirrell wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. But he only wanted to steal the stone; he doesn't deserve to die. He could be sent to Azkaban!"
Professor McGonagall spoke at length, but the meaning behind her words was so clear.
Just imagine, what kind of terrifying places could a Slytherin wizard who almost killed a Hogwarts professor in his first year possibly take Harry Potter to!
They must never contact each other again, or there might be two new Voldemorts in the world!
"You're overthinking it, Minerva," Dumbledore continued to reassure Professor McGonagall, using the same words he had just used to comfort Snape.
"Everything is under my control."
"everything?"
"Everything, including Mr. Slack Anguis."
Dumbledore said insincerely, but the light drifted onto the parchment he had burned to ashes.
He never sent the letter to Grindelwald.
Thus, even Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard in the world, could only pray for divine protection in his heart, just like any other wizard.
Merlin, please bless me with all good things.
Everything, especially about Mr. Slack Anguis.
Dumbledore prayed thus.
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