Chapter 722
Taking a Walk with the Principal
Chapter 722 Taking a Walk with the Principal
After a series of complex examinations, Madam Pomfrey finally announced that Vader had fully recovered and that the magic he possessed as a child had not caused him any irreversible damage.
Then his friends swarmed around the hospital bed, some tugging at Wade's sleeve, others touching his arm, as if they were seeing him for the first time.
However, under the watchful eyes of the principal and Wade's parents, they had no chance to express their overwhelming emotions. After confirming that Wade was in good condition, they all left.
Even in magic schools, students generally don't like to be under the headmaster's nose, even if that headmaster is Dumbledore.
Then it was time for the Grays to say goodbye.
Fiona reluctantly straightened Wade's collar and said, "After you get home in a few days, we'll sit down and have a proper talk."
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere this holiday,” Wade said, holding her hand. “We’ll see each other soon.”
Fiona nodded and put on her scarf. Ferdinand put his arm around her shoulder and led her outside.
After walking a few steps, Wade saw his father stop and turn back.
"If you have something you absolutely must do, then do it. Don't let worrying about us affect your plans."
The man's voice was lower than usual, sunlight grazed the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and revealed a pair of eyes filled with complex emotions.
“You know, Wade… your mother and I just want you to be safe.”
……
Wade straightened his school robe, wiped his wand and spare wand clean and put them away. The moment he pushed open the ward door, the summer sunlight flowed in like honey, spreading a warm patch of light on the floor tiles.
Dumbledore stood by the window, gazing intently out the window. Wade walked over to him and looked out through the glass—
Groups of students were scattered on the lawn, enjoying the last moments of the semester. Exams were over, but results hadn't been released yet; this was the most carefree time for the students.
Some of them were strolling by the lake, some were chasing goblins around, and some were chasing each other on broomsticks. They all looked very happy.
Dumbledore took a small jar of honey from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "Want a piece? Sweets always remind you of the good things in life."
"Okay!"
Wade picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.
The candies personally selected by Dumbledore, while sometimes overly sweet, are undeniably delicious.
Wade is now gradually beginning to understand Dumbledore's tendency to eat sweets one after another—
When life is full of troubles, sugar can at least bring a brief sense of pleasure.
Dumbledore also ate a piece of candy, his eyes narrowing from the sweetness, and then he smiled:
"Look, they're leaving."
Wade looked closely and saw a carriage slowly driving out of the school gate. Hagrid stood at the gate, waving enthusiastically at the carriage.
He knew that the people in the car were his parents.
“I’m so glad to see that you have such loving parents, Wade,” Dumbledore said slowly. “Not everyone is so lucky to have the most selfless and precious love in the world.”
Wade watched the carriage disappear into the distance, a pang of guilt rising in his heart. "But I've always made them live in fear... For my parents, it might have been better if their son were more ordinary." "But the world might have gotten worse," Dumbledore shook his head. "You're doing what you have to do. Only in peaceful environments can ordinary people thrive."
Wade remained silent for a moment, then felt relieved.
He recalled the events after Voldemort's resurrection in the original book—
The Dark Lord and Death Eaters can break into people's homes with impunity, bridges collapse, hurricanes rage, and Dementors are everywhere, ready to attack innocent people at any moment...
These acts of destruction and death were only mentioned casually in the original work, but that doesn't mean the damage they caused can be dismissed lightly.
If he had just been an ordinary student, if he had done nothing wrong, then perhaps his parents would have been among the victims.
Then he frowned.
"But people still seem to believe Voldemort is dead? Even though they witnessed the ritual of his resurrection..."
Dumbledore turned and headed toward the headmaster's office, gesturing for Wade to follow.
He said, "We can only conclude that the power of the brain hall magic is more potent than we thought. And... although no one saw Voldemort die, the flames that consumed everything led many to subconsciously believe he was dead."
Many people are used to judging others' abilities based on their own understanding.
Faced with the power of the [Flame God], they felt they could not survive such a terrible attack. Coupled with a vague expectation in their hearts, people naturally thought that the mysterious man had been burned to death by that flame.
The thought should have passed quickly, and reason would have regained control. However, under the influence of the Ignore Charm, the idea that "Voldemort is dead" was reinforced until it became the consensus of everyone.
Speaking of this, Wade seemed a little guilty.
He looked at the long strip of sunlight cast at his feet and asked worriedly, "But if people don't know, they'll be completely unprepared when they encounter Voldemort..."
Even with precautions, most people still couldn't withstand a wizard of Voldemort's caliber.
“Wade, Voldemort is weaker than you think. He’s like a scared child right now. For him, licking his wounds and recovering his strength in the shadows is the most important thing.”
Dumbledore said in a very soft voice, "At this time, he would be more worried than you or I about revealing our whereabouts."
Wade continued, "And even if we reveal the truth, the magical world will forget it at an alarming rate."
“That’s right,” Dumbledore said.
“Professor,” Wade recalled the newspaper article and asked, “the newspaper said that Fudge recommended you to succeed him as minister when he resigned?”
"Indeed."
Dumbledore smiled slightly, moved the candy in his mouth to a different position, and then said in a muffled voice:
“But I think Hogwarts needs me more. Rufus Scrimgeour would be an excellent minister; his tough style is similar to Bagnore’s, which is exactly what the Ministry of Magic needs right now.”
Wade's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the principal and asked:
"Professor, are you still not planning to become Minister for Magic? Even without Voldemort, considering the current strength of the Vigilantes..."
Grindelwald's name lingered on his tongue, but Wade swallowed it back and instead said:
“I’ve heard that the former Minister Bagno was actually quite open-minded, but Mr. Scrinker seems… to be a very stubborn person.”
(End of this chapter)