A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

With this thought in mind, Unieff quickly caught the word "then" used by Dumbledore and asked, "I remember you just said that Sirius has successfully escaped from prison, right?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"But," Unieff asked, "if he really collapsed to the level of madness you said, would he still be able to make such a sober escape now?"

He asked his own question: "Or did he deliberately pretend to be in front of you? But that doesn't make sense, he has no reason to want to stay in Azkaban, and obviously you are the only one. Someone who can save him. So, is he crazy again? What the **** is going on?"

"That's what I find strange," said Dumbledore, "but what I'm sure about is that Black's mental state was by no means normal at the time, otherwise, even if he wanted to hide it, I would have noticed it."

"But now the behavior of escape is also real." Younefer reminded, "Although it doesn't sound complicated, but obviously, Black knows very well how to seize this opportunity to escape, he knows how to avoid the chaos, Remember to have a wand ready for later Apparitions."

"That's right. You're quite right," said Dumbledore. "So, it can only be assumed that the abnormal state he showed is not permanent, but will appear when I visit him, at least at that time."

He paused and said, "But here's the problem, I didn't visit him just once, but three full times, at different times of the day, morning, noon, and afternoon, and you should have It is expected that there is nothing crazy to ask."

"I also asked the few people who worked in Azkaban about it, but they all said they were on shifts, they didn't have a deep understanding, and they didn't pay attention to prisoners." He imitated another The tone of people speaking, said, "It doesn't matter if they die, the dementors will automatically bury them in the cemetery."

"So, when I saw Blake soberly change from a dog to a human, I was actually quite surprised," he said. "It means that I haven't been able to find out his true condition for the past few years, of course, it is also possible. It's pure bad luck."

"However, although there are cases where the real face is not seen three times due to bad luck, the last time, I took Fuling."

Unieff looked at him in surprise. Dumbledore's thought and actions were so meticulous, which made him feel a little admirable. In exchange for himself, he would not necessarily think of using the elixirs to offset the factor of luck.

After that, Dumbledore said something about the placement of Harry, including having to let Harry live at his uncle's house in order to ensure Harry's safety from Voldemort's remnants.

From his tone, it seems that everything is predestined, that is, to achieve such a goal, there is only one way to go, not all roads leading to Rome.

"So, what are you trying to say?" he asked. "To list so many things that are between normal and abnormal. What are you trying to say?"

Just listen to Dumbledore say: "Speaking so much, naturally has a certain goal, and since you ask that, it means that you can probably hear this from the words, right? It's not a rambling chat."

Yuneevo couldn't help but be a little puzzled. He couldn't understand this sentence very well, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, people are actually very sensitive to purpose and can easily tell what's a topical conversation and what's a boring parental joke," he said. "We wizards especially, when something is When it comes to ourselves, we tend to detect it very easily, and it has to do with the magic in our bodies.”

"Magic?" Unieff asked. The topic suddenly jumped a bit.

In his past experience, whenever this happened, it was a sign that the conversation was almost over.

Just listen to Dumbledore say: "Yes, you have also taken two Transfiguration classes, you should know what the principle of Transfiguration is."

"Reality correction," he answered himself, "reality is automatically supplemented by our imagination. But the problem is that if we only have imagination, obviously we can't do a Transfiguration, because Muggles don't lack imagination. Then , what do we have that Muggles don't?"

"Magic power." Yunevo blurted out.

"Yes, magic," said Dumbledore. "Magic is our bridge to the world, the fluid that takes us to the source, the ticket, so we wizards, the distance from something more root. , I'm afraid it's closer than Muggles."

"It makes it easier for us to influence reality, through magic." He waved his wand, "and also, we have a stronger sense of something in the dark."

"It makes some of us think of ourselves as Muggle superiors, and in fact, a long, long time ago, we wizards even thought we were not the same species as Muggles."

"It wasn't until Muggles figured out the principles of reproductive isolation that the notion that they were not the same species faded away. But there is no doubt that we wizards still think of themselves as God's favorites."

"After all, if that's not the case, how come we can use magical magic, and Muggles can't? There was even a time when we saw Muggles as outcasts~www.wuxiaspot.com~ More seriously, sin people," he said.

"Although I think this is nonsense, because there are far more Muggles than wizards in number, and there are not so many sinners in heaven. But there is a market for such a statement, so in order to ensure the purity of blood Untainted, pure-blooded families are established."

"It's just that this gift is not completely free," he said. "While we accept the various conveniences brought by magic, we are also accepting the deeper influence from the existence in the dark."

"The more powerful the wizard, the more powerful the person with magical power, the greater the impact, so that—"

He stared at the candle in the kerosene lamp with a slightly sad look, and said: "Sometimes, we do things that are not so reasonable without knowing it, or even completely violate the logic of what we should be."

"This feeling is like there is a river, from top to bottom, from the mountains to the sea. The wizards are all in the river. The flow of the river is sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, and when it is slow, we can still live freely by grasping the edge of the bank, But once you come to the rapids, even if you stick your wand on the bank and hold it tightly, you will be carried away by the river involuntarily."

"That made me a question."