Although some things were said for a long time, only a little time had passed in the dimension of time.
When Grindelwald returned to the Hogwarts, Dumbledore hadn't slept yet.
For Arthur Weasley had only been gone a short time.
"You don't look well. Did something happen again?"
Grindelwald entered Dumbledore's office. He didn't need to be notified or pushed open the door. Then, he saw Dumbledore sitting behind the desk rubbing his eyes.
"You're back." Dumbledore coughed. "It's nothing. I just met with Weasley last night. Jon is up to something again. I don't know what he's up to. This time, he found Arthur, so Arthur came to ask for my opinion."
"Then what do you mean?"
Grindelwald very considerately poured a cup of hot tea for Dumbledore. Then, he used Mana to reduce the temperature of the tea. This was the most suitable temperature for drinking.
Dumbledore took a sip. He had to admit that no one could compare to Grindelwald's attentiveness. No matter what he used to do, he would be able to do what he wanted to do. It was like that in the past, and it was the same for him now.
Who wouldn't sink into gentleness?
Even if he knew that this gentleness might cost him his life, he was willing to immerse himself in it.
After all, at this moment, he no longer had so many worries. The responsibilities that he needed to bear had been taken over by others. As for the sister that he missed the most, she was about to be reborn in Helga's world. If there was anything that could tug at his heartstrings now, it would be Grindvall.
If what Grindvall said could be realized, they could even avoid many things and start a new life that they couldn't do in the past.
"What else could it mean? Under such circumstances, I naturally support Jon's decisions. I've entrusted these matters to him. No matter what he wants to do, as long as he can complete these final matters, I won't have any more worries. "
"Even if his methods are a little more intense? Just like I used to be. "
"It doesn't matter whether it's intense or not. I haven't succeeded in doing these things for so many years. Perhaps it's because I made the wrong choice. If I could do it, this matter would have been completed long ago. There would be no need to wait until now."
Dumbledore was obviously blaming himself. But compared to the things he didn't accomplish, Grindvall felt that the life he missed was the most pitiful.
After all, what he was worried about had nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, the goal that the two of them had set had never been broken. His method was indeed more effective, but the winner was Dumbledore, who had chosen to change gently. Dumbledore represented the interests of countless people who did not want to change.
The problem now was that the interests that Jon represented were similar to those of Grindelwald. He didn't believe in those ancient families and only believed in himself. Or rather, he only believed in the people and strength that he had brought up. At most, he would include the Phoenix Society. As for the rest, it would be impossible for him to believe in them.
He was a very cautious person.
Perhaps even Jon himself didn't realize that he was so cautious. But even if he did, he might not care.
The matter was right there. If he didn't do it, naturally, no one else would. And since he chose to do it, it proved that this matter could be solved.
Sometimes, things like responsibility didn't appear because of fate, but because there was no other way.
For Dumbledore, Jon was his backup plan, and the best plan was himself. However, he was now old and didn't have the strength to solve this matter. Naturally, he had to choose the backup plan.
For Jon, sometimes, he had to do something if he wanted to improve himself.
It wasn't that he didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but sometimes, people had no choice. Even at his level, there was no room for choice.
After all, in the face of a group that stubbornly refused to move forward, it was already fortunate enough to have a path to take. In such a situation, it would be a little too greedy to want to obtain some power that they could choose from.
However, he had always been a greedy person. How could a capitalist not be greedy?
Although he couldn't make a choice, he could expand his own path as much as possible.
For example, what he was going to do now.
The appearance of the Magic Net was a gift from the future. It existed in his mind, but it was a gift created by many people. It was just that he hadn't thought that the construction of the Magic Net would be so smooth. He hadn't been able to do what he originally wanted, but it had coincidentally provided a new channel.
A channel to obtain change.
But even so, this amalgamation of power created by the two Legend Wizards and Jon, who was infinitely close to their strength, still hadn't reached the place that Jon wanted it to reach.
Its coverage area was too small. At this stage, even covering the whole of Hogwarts would be a bit of a challenge.
After all, the difficulty of covering a certain range wasn't direct. Instead, it was determined by the number of individuals within the range.
The more people there were, the more difficulties there would be.
Therefore, Jon hadn't allowed the range of the Magic Net to spread out. After all, the Magic Net was still too weak. Once there were too many nodes, it was very likely that the sacrificed consciousness would be scattered. What he needed to cultivate now was a firm consciousness that could tightly guard the core, just like the world's consciousness. This consciousness had to do many things in order to ensure the stability of the Magic Net.
Otherwise, who knew when it would shatter.
However, this matter still needed some time. He believed that within two years before Dumbledore left, he should be able to perfect the Magic Net to a stable state.
It was precisely because there was enough time that this matter could be slightly delayed.
But now, he had to face another matter.
He had to deal with Anthony and Laura.
Under the cover of the force field, he could hear footsteps getting closer and closer. He knew that Lun Na had brought them back, so he adjusted his state and prepared to meet this old friend that he hadn't seen in a long time.
He tapped his fingers on the table. The moment he stopped tapping, the door to the office was pushed open from the outside.
Anthony and the others walked in.
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