Hogwarts: This Dark Lord is so evil

After about an hour, Dumbledore knocked on Leifeld's door.

"Come in, Professor," Leifeld said, ushering Dumbledore inside.

Toby, the house-elf, brought in the desserts, candies, and drinks that had been prepared long ago.

At this point, Dumbledore had mostly recovered his usual demeanor, except for some redness and swelling around his eyes.

"Have some dessert, Professor. Eating something sweet can make people happier," Leifeld said with a smile.

"Thank you..." Dumbledore took the small cupcake Leifeld offered. "I'm sorry to have shown you such a loss of composure..."

"It's only human, Professor. Affection is such a difficult thing to let go of, isn't it?" Leifeld said, placing a cup of pumpkin juice with double sugar and honey in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore picked up the pumpkin juice and took a sip. The sweetness made him feel much better.

"That Resurrection Stone... please keep it well hidden. And of course, remember the lessons in the story, and don't get lost in it..." Dumbledore said with emotion.

Leifeld smiled, then looked in the direction of Tom's room: "Instead of hiding this stone, it seems more meaningful to let certain people learn what love is."

Dumbledore looked in the direction of Tom's room in surprise, following Leifeld's gaze.

"You mean...?"

"Yes, after seeing your genuine emotions, Tom seems to have gained some insights. He took the Resurrection Stone from me again, saying he wanted to have a good chat with his mother," Leifeld said with a smile.

"Good... that's great." Dumbledore said happily, the sorrow caused by seeing his deceased relatives was lessened again.

"By the way, I promised earlier that you could ask me any questions you have," Dumbledore said, putting down his cup and smiling.

"Well... I want to ask, you used the Resurrection Stone yourself just now, do you think... are the souls summoned by this Resurrection Stone real?" Leifeld asked cautiously.

"I originally thought they would be fake, like in the story, but... they... when they appeared, they weren't as cold and ruthless as depicted in the story... so... I'm not sure anymore, Leifeld," Dumbledore said with emotion. "Affection... makes it impossible for me to distinguish between truth and falsehood."

Leifeld asked: "Is it like... having a dream?"

"A dream?" Dumbledore sighed, "Your analogy is very good, Leifeld, it is indeed like a dream... when you wake up in the dream, you are still immersed in it..."

"Professor... may I ask, in your dream, what did your relatives say to you?" Leifeld asked.

"They... encouraged me to live well and generously forgave my past mistakes... but... how can I be forgiven?" Dumbledore said bitterly. "How could they possibly forgive me? I made such a big mistake... I... this is just a beautiful dream after all..."

Leifeld was silent for a while before saying, "I don't think this is a dream... they are your family, and you deeply love each other. What kind of mistake is there that they can't forgive you? To put it bluntly, put yourself in their shoes, if you were the one who passed away, would you keep blaming your surviving relatives? Would you continue to be harsh on your beloved family because of a mistake that might have been an accident?"

Dumbledore was silent, he quietly looked at the cup in his hand, a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

After a long while, he smiled and said, "No... if I switched places with my sister in this matter... I wouldn't even have the idea of blaming her, let alone forgiving her. Because... between family members, even if there are some contradictions, love always exists..."

Leifeld didn't quite agree with Dumbledore's statement in his heart. There are exceptions to everything... there are plenty of cases of relatives stabbing each other in the back.

Of course, perhaps Dumbledore's family wouldn't be like that...

However, Leifeld thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say so on the surface.

After thinking for a while, he said: "So, if you can make such a choice by putting yourself in their shoes, how can you assume that your deceased relatives would blame you? Just as you said, they may not have meant to blame you from the beginning, let alone forgive you. So, Professor, perhaps what you saw just now was not a dream, the years you have been feeling guilty and blaming yourself should be the dream. A nightmare! Now, you should wake up from the nightmare."

Dumbledore was silent again, this time the silence lasted much longer than before.

By the time Leifeld had drunk several cups of pumpkin juice, subconsciously feeling that his entire pancreas was protesting, Dumbledore finally sighed leisurely.

"You're right, Leifeld. I used to think that my relatives would definitely not forgive me... I was indeed narrow-minded. They were also right just now, sooner or later I will embark on the great journey they have already embarked on, and we will meet again sooner or later... Since it is not a permanent farewell, what is there to be sad about?"

Along with Dumbledore's words, Leifeld suddenly felt a strange magical fluctuation emanating from Dumbledore's body.

It was very similar to what he felt when he saw Annie absorbing that "residue"!

"Professor... you seem to have become stronger?" Leifeld asked in shock.

"The power of love is the most powerful force in this world, Leifeld," Dumbledore said with a smile. "It's not that I've become stronger, it's just that I have a deeper understanding of love... This is thanks to your reminder, Leifeld."

Leifeld was stunned, this... is enlightenment also popular in the wizarding world?

He didn't know how much stronger Dumbledore was now, but... without a doubt, the current Dumbledore was indeed stronger than before.

This was his intuitive feeling.

Could it be said that comprehending the true meaning of a certain emotion can make one stronger?

What if Tom also comprehended the magic of love...

Wait, a Voldemort who doesn't use dark magic, but uses the magic of love to "influence" others? Why does it feel so weird?

Just as Leifeld was thinking wildly, the system prompt that he had blocked actually appeared in his ears again.

"Ding! Detected that the host has made a huge change to Dumbledore's fate! Also made Dumbledore's strength greatly increased! The future has also undergone a huge change, and many tragedies have been avoided! Many people's lives have been saved! Therefore, the host is rewarded with 10,000 merit points!"

Leifeld couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

The stingy system that used to be so stingy was so generous this time...

His previous merit point balance was only 4,500 points after purchasing that Potions Encyclopedia.

Later, when he tricked Tom and other pure-blood wizards, he was rewarded with some scattered merit points.

By saving money and frugality, coupled with the system not producing goods, he increased the balance to 8,000 again.

Now, adding Dumbledore's 10,000, his merit point balance directly reached 18,000!

Only 2,000 merit points are left before the system upgrade.

At this time, Leifeld made up his mind, even if the system store produces goods again, he would upgrade the system first and then slowly redeem them!

At most, lock the good things first!

After upgrading the system, the quality of the goods can also be improved.

There is nothing wrong with reading the first issue first!

It's better than refreshing some materials and some worthless magical manuscripts every night...

Who made this broken system have no guarantee?

"Leifeld, what's wrong with you?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask when he saw Leifeld was in a daze.

"Uh... it's nothing, I was just thinking... if you have a deeper understanding of an emotion, is it also beneficial to the growth of your own strength?" Leifeld couldn't help but ask this question.

"Leifeld, the key to the problem is not the degree of understanding of a certain emotion, but... what you are fighting for," Dumbledore said with a smile: "As long as you figure out what the purpose of waving the magic wand is? You will naturally become stronger..."

Leifeld carefully savored Dumbledore's words, in his words, Leifeld seemed to realize something, but also seemed to realize nothing...

I have to say, Dumbledore's current realm is a bit too high...

Idealism...

Yes, the essence of magic is idealism...

...

At dinner time, Tom finally came out of his room.

Leifeld looked him up and down, and did not find any improvement on him similar to Dumbledore's.

Tom returned the Resurrection Stone to Leifeld.

"This has already been given to you, you take it."

Leifeld did not refuse, because he felt that the magic contained in the Resurrection Stone had similarities with nightmare magic.

He plans to ask his senior sister when she is free.

"Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Tom asked, looking at the table full of desserts in Leifeld's room.

"He left not long ago... I have to say, he really can eat sweets... However, in this way, I know what to give him for Christmas," Leifeld smiled.

"Christmas..." Tom pondered for a while before asking: "Are you going to go back and see?"

"Go back where?"

Tom hesitated...

...

Three days later, at the gate of Wool's Orphanage.

A beautiful carriage stopped.

The old butler of the Riddle family jumped off the carriage and opened the car door.

Leifeld and Tom, who had changed into expensive outfits from top to bottom, stepped out of the carriage.

"Tom... I really didn't expect that the place you said you wanted to go back and see... would be here," Leifeld said with emotion.

Tom stroked the soft fabric of the small suit on his body, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, "I am different from you, no matter what, I grew up here..."

"Tom! I almost don't recognize you!"