The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

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"What the hell is a predictmagus...?" Jon murmured.

For him, this is an extremely unfamiliar vocabulary.

"For wizards, prophecy Magus is the top talent." Albus Dumbledore replied calmly: "A talent that any wizard would be jealous and envious of, including me..."

"Then...why...I've never heard of this name..." Jon stammered back.

"That's natural. In the whole world, on average, every one or two hundred years, there will be a wizard who is born to be a prophetic magus." Dumbledore smiled bitterly: "Only a very small number of prophetic magus are willing to share this secret with others." Shared by others... so you can't find knowledge related to it in any book."

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

Jon asked seriously: "Professor Dumbledore, I still don't understand... What kind of ability does the prophecy Magus possess?"

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

"Prophecy Magus, their appearance is irregular and extremely rare, ignoring bloodlines, and ignoring region... Every Prophecy Magus is a natural brain manipulator, and when they are just born, they can have an extremely A well-developed brain, and after the awakening of magic, you can easily control all the magic related to the brain-such as the oblivion spell, Occlumency, or Legilimency, etc."

Jon felt his breathing suddenly become a little short.

"Of course, the ability to predict the true horror of Magus lies in the 'prediction'..."

"...It is completely different from the prophets, who can only see the illusory future. They cannot give a clear explanation of the future, nor can they prevent the future they see from happening..."

"...But what the prophecy Magus 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 hearts of ordinary people, and they can also see danger. existence, and can even observe the direction of the world..."

"...Yes, the prophecy Magus sees only illusions... These illusions are real and false at the same time; they are not unstoppable, nor unchangeable; they are not the real future..."

Jon only felt a big stick hit his head hard, and he was a little dizzy.

Is that so... so I have been exposed to Dumbledore long ago?

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

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

"Since that Boggart...your Boggart...when it became my appearance, I guessed it!" Dumbledore smiled wryly: "Who would be afraid of Albus Dumbledore?" , afraid of the benevolent, gentle, tolerant, and respectable Hogwarts headmaster...either a heinous dark wizard, or a wizard who really understands me..."

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

After saying this, the expression on Dumbledore's face seemed to be ten years older.

...

"So... are you a Prophet Magus too, Professor Dumbledore?" Jon asked tentatively.

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

"Me?" Dumbledore froze there, tears suddenly gushed from the corners of his eyes...

"No...I'm not..." He said tremblingly: "How I wish I was, how I envy and envy you all..."

Dumbledore's voice was distorted due to choking: "If I were to prophesy Muggles, Ariana wouldn't be violated by those three damn Muggles; my father wouldn't die in Az because of it." Caban; my mother will not die of it; and Ariana... Ariana... Ariana..."

Dumbledore fell to his knees in front of the oil painting, shaking uncontrollably all over his body.

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

The girl on the oil painting also had tears on her face at this time, she kept shaking her head towards her brother, but unfortunately she couldn't make any sound.

"It's not your fault, Professor Dumbledore..." Jon supported the headmaster, and said gently: "I know the truth, I know, it's not your fault!"

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

When Dumbledore regained his composure, Jon asked earnestly, his voice was very soft: "Professor Dumbledore... besides me, who else?"

In fact, he had already guessed the truth.

...

"Forgive me..." Dumbledore's voice became very 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, no Your wisdom..."

"He knows me, he knows my talent, he knows I will be a powerful wizard, he knows I can be his most powerful helper... He came to England from Austria under the pretense of visiting his aunt, but in fact it was just To get close to me..."

"I was so stupid, so naive... He was like a devil, he seduced me... Those two crazy months, two nightmarish months..."

"He knew everything... He knew that the Muggles would create a weapon capable of destroying entire cities... He knew that the Muggles were a threat to our world... He even knew that two terrible wars were about to begin Exploding among Muggles..."

"I should have suspected him a long time ago, but I couldn't extricate myself...whether it was power or emotion...until...until Arianna's death..."

Albus Dumbledore bowed his head again, this time, trying not to cry.

"He finally told you? He told you all this, his origin, his identity, and even his most precious secret..." Jon asked softly, saying the name: "Gellert Grindel fertile?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.