Chapter 302： Dumbledore's Secret

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"Predictmagus...what the **** is it?" Jon murmured.

For him, this is an extremely strange vocabulary.

"For wizards, Prophecy Mags is the top talent." Albus Dumbledore replied calmly: "Any wizard will be jealous and envious of the talent, including me..."

"Then...why...I never heard of this name..." Jon stammered in reply.

"That's natural. In the world, on average, every one or two hundred years, there will be a wizard who was born to predict Magus." Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "There are only a few prophecies that Magus is willing to associate with this secret. Others share...so you can’t find knowledge related to it in any book."

"Then how did you know..." Jon wanted to ask, but he still held back.

Jon asked sternly: "Professor Dumbledore, I still don't understand... what kind of ability does Magus have?"

Dumbledore's face seemed to be lost in memory, and he said faintly, using a voice that didn't belong to him:

"Prophecy Magus, their appearance has no regularity, they are extremely rare, ignoring their ancestry and geographic area... Every prophetic Magus is a natural brain manipulator, and they can have an extremely rare A well-developed brain, and after magical awakening, it can easily control all brain-related magic-such as forgetting spells, Occlumency, or dementia."

Jon felt his breathing suddenly become a little fast.

"Of course, the truly terrifying ability to predict Magnus lies in the'prophecy'..."

"...Different from the prophets, the prophets can only see the illusory future. They cannot give a clear explanation of the future, nor can they prevent the future that they have seen from happening..."

"... But what Mags can see is a complete illusion... through the illusion, they can see many details of what will happen in the future, they can recognize the heart of ordinary people, and they can see the danger. The existence of the world can even observe the direction of the world..."

"...Yes, it is predicted that Mags sees only illusions... These illusions are real and false; they are not unstoppable, nor unchangeable; they are not the real future..."

Jon just felt a big stick hit his head hard, a little dizzy.

Was that so... Was he exposed to Dumbledore a long time ago?

Although he had some psychological preparation, Jon was still shocked at this time.

"When did you know... Professor..." he asked weakly.

"Since that Bogut... your Bogut... I guessed it after it became mine!" Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "Who is afraid of Albus Dumbledore , Afraid of the benevolent, gentle, tolerant, and respectable Headmaster Hogwarts... Either he is a heinous dark wizard, or a wizard who really knows me..."

"You were only 11 years old and you had been exposed to magic for less than a year, so you can't be a dark wizard; there is only one possibility left. You really understand me, and you know how selfish I am under the glamorous appearance. , How indifferent I am, how timid I am... You have already seen through the illusion in your mind, through my heart and everything about me..."

After speaking, the expression on Dumbledore's face seemed to be ten years old.

...

"So... are you also a prophetic Margus, Professor Dumbledore?" Jon asked tentatively.

He can't imagine... Albus Dumbledore knew so much about himself, so there is only one explanation...

"Me?" Dumbledore was stunned, a drop of tears, suddenly pouring from the corner of his eyes...

"No... I am not..." He said tremblingly: "How I wish I was, how jealous and envy you..."

Dumbledore’s voice was a little distorted because of his choking: "If I were prophesying Mags, Ariane would not be violated by those three **** Muggles; nor would my father die in Aziz. Caban; my mother will not die because of this; and Ariane...Ariane...Ariane..."

Dumbledore flopped and knelt before the painting, shaking uncontrollably.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" He cried and said, "Forgive me, I know I did wrong... Forgive me, I will never, never again..."

The **** the oil painting was also full of tears at this time. She kept shaking her head towards her brother, but unfortunately she could not make any sound.

"It's not your fault, Professor Dumbledore..." Jon helped the principal and said gently: "I know the truth, UU reading I know, it's not your fault!"

He wiped the tears from Dumbledore's face with his sleeves and helped him up.

When Dumbledore's mood calmed down again, Jon asked seriously, his voice was very soft: "Professor Dumbledore...who else is there besides me?"

In fact, he has already guessed the truth.

...

"Forgive me..." Dumbledore's voice became very low and low: "I was only seventeen years old at the time, Jon, I was only seventeen years old... not much older than you... I am far less mature than you Your wisdom..."

"He knows me, he knows my talent, he knows that I will be a powerful wizard, he knows that I can be his most powerful helper... He came to England from Austria, and he visited his aunt on the pretext of In order to get close to me..."

"I was so stupid, so naive... he was like a devil, he tempted me... those crazy two months, two nightmarish months..."

"He knows everything... He knows that Muggles will make a weapon that will destroy the entire city... He knows that Muggles will threaten our world... He even knows that two terrible wars are about to come. It broke out among Muggles..."

"I should have doubted him a long time ago, but I was stuck in it...whether it was strength or emotion...until...until Ariana's death..."

Albus Dumbledore lowered his head again, and this time, he resisted tears.

"Is he yours in the end? I told you all this, his origin, his identity, and even his most important secret..." Jon asked softly and said the name: "Gellert Grindelwald ?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

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