Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

Brian twitched his lips when he heard Dumbledore's words. He felt that Dumbledore was showing off.

However, this relaxed atmosphere did make Brian relax a lot.

The two sat across a table facing each other, and Brian could clearly see Dumbledore's bright light blue eyes under his half-moon glasses, his silver beard, the wrinkles on his face, and his crooked nose.

Dumbledore tasted a cupcake, his expression serious and pious when facing the sweet food.

"Brian, I taught your father and mother." Dumbledore winked at him and said, "Your father, Albert Foley, the troublemaker in Slytherin, I remember him, no, I should I’d say I’m impressed.”

"At that time, he always sneaked into the forbidden book area and the forbidden forest. I can't remember how many times I caught him. He almost did what the Weasley twins do now." Deng Bullido smiled and said, "He was always very popular like this, and of course he is the same now. He always has many friends."

Brian swallowed the steak in his mouth, smiled slightly and said, "Except for having many friends, what you said is nothing like my father."

Mr. Foley is incredibly mature now.

"Yeah, nothing can change a person more than time." Dumbledore sighed and took another cream cake.

"And your mother, Betty Prewett, ah, she's Mrs. Foley now."

"She used to be a shy little girl, always hiding around her brothers and sisters, but she was as curious as a kitten. The four siblings have a very good relationship. By the way, they all graduated from Gryffindor."

"Mother was in Gryffindor before?" Brian asked curiously, "She never said that."

"Yes, yes, she still has grievances." Dumbledore sighed.

"Oh?" Brian pretended to be listening.

"No, I think it's not my place to tell you this." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "What I can tell you is that she actually cares about Molly, who is now Mrs. Weasley."

"But they never interacted, and mom was resentful," Brian said.

"Sometimes, you can't just rely on your eyes to see, but you need to feel with your heart, Brian." Dumbledore looked deeply into his eyes, "That is the family love that is constantly giving up, and it will always flow in the blood, even if there are The differences cannot be erased..."

"That's love, Brian."

"Love..." Brian muttered this somewhat unfamiliar word in a low voice. It was something he had never felt in his previous life, and it was something he deserved now.

"So, whether it's you or the Weasley children, no matter how different your ideas are, please always remember that they are your relatives, okay?"

Brian nodded, but his lowered eyes were extremely indifferent.

He cannot accept this kind of love with peace of mind, it will never belong to him. This body always reminds him that he will always be an intruder occupying the magpie's nest, wearing a hypocritical mask to hide his true self.

He will feel guilty and want to make up for his current parents, but he will never truly feel the love. That was too heavy and too false.

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on him with substance, as if he wanted to see right through him.

Brian used all his strength to activate Occlumency, but surprisingly he never felt any sign of his brain being invaded.

It seemed that Dumbledore just wanted to chat with him.

"Ah, it seems that I have been talking about your parents. Why don't we talk about yourself." Just as the atmosphere gradually became tense, Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, pushing a cake in front of Brian with his left hand.

"Have you made a few like-minded friends like your father?"

"Yes." Brian took the cake, raised his eyes and pretended to be relaxed.

"Draco Malfoy, he is my friend. Crabbe and Goyle are all friends in the same dormitory." Brian said, "And Shabini too. Although there are differences from time to time, but But they understand each other.”

"Some ridiculous things will happen, but they really make life colorful."

Dumbledore listened quietly, his eyes full of encouragement.

"And Daphne Greengrass, we have the same goals." Brian smiled, "She is always tolerant and supportive of me."

"And of course Hermione Granger, she's the smartest girl I've ever met."

"I'm glad you can become friends with Miss Granger." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's really incredible." Brian pointedly pointed out. How incredible it is to be able to become friends with a character in a book that you once loved.

"Friendship is always the purest and most beautiful thing." Dumbledore sighed, "Cherish friendship, Brian, cherish this relationship... don't lose it, okay?"

"Friendship?" Brian lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.

He didn't know how to face it, especially when he knew the plot and had his own plans. It is impossible for him to truly open his heart to them, and he is destined to disappoint them because of some of his own plans. If he is not careful, he may drift away from them.

The more you know, the less happy you are.

In this world, he is still alone.

"Am I escaping?" Brian closed his eyes and faced his heart for the first time. "Because I'm afraid of disappointment and loss, I don't dare to give."

"Then what should I do?" he murmured.

"It's very simple. When someone treats you sincerely, please reciprocate the same sincerity, Brian." Dumbledore looked at Brian's eyes, but seemed to look into his heart.

"Friendship is an equal contribution from both parties. Don't do things that disappoint your friends, okay? Friendship will deteriorate over time after disappointment, and eventually it can never be restored." Dumbledore said truly, "It is both strong and fragile. .”

"Okay." Brian pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

With that said, the two of them had finished their dinner. Dumbledore waved his wand and the table became empty again.

"You know, Brian, you are very smart, have an incomparable thirst for knowledge, and have a determined pursuit. It reminds me of a student I taught a long time ago." When Brian left, Dumbledore said softly. said.

"You are very similar to him, really similar," he said. "Obviously your background and experience are completely different, but unexpectedly you have similar character and will."

Brian looked at him quietly, his eyes calm and reserved.

"But you are completely different, Brian." Dumbledore smiled slightly, his light blue eyes narrowed in pleasure.

"That child, he went astray, blindly pursuing power, but lost the most precious and powerful thing."

"But you are different. You long for love, want to know love, and have love, Brian."

"This is the light in your heart." Dumbledore's eyes were shining brightly, seeming to illuminate Brian's soul.

"There is such a dazzling thing in your heart..."

"Under its guidance, you will never fall into darkness."

Brian looked into his eyes and moved his lower lip slightly.

"Perhaps you are still confused..." Dumbledore put his thin hand on his shoulder, making him feel the warmth from it.

"But you know what? When you talked about your friends just now, there was a light in your eyes." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "That's really beautiful. Maybe you don't realize it."

"Don't do irreparable things, don't lose them, okay? They belong only to you and will be the most precious treasure in your life... Don't regret it after losing it."

"Yeah." Brian opened his mouth, but just hummed lowly.

In silence, Brian said goodbye to Dumbledore and left here on the spiral stone staircase.

He silently walked down the spiral staircase, and the stone wall in front of him cracked in half, allowing him to walk out.

Standing in the familiar corridor, Brian looked back at the ugly monster statue and walked back slowly.

"There's no sign of Legilimency. Dumbledore really just wants to talk to me?" Brian looked up at the lights ahead.

As his level of Occlumency increases, he can easily detect traces of Legilimency. Dumbledore had clearly never invaded his brain tonight.

"Am I similar to Riddle?" Brian murmured to himself. Of course he knew who Dumbledore was talking about, Tom Riddle, who was also Voldemort.

"You want to talk to me because you see a familiar shadow in me?" Brian tried to figure out what the old principal was thinking, "Then what's his attitude towards me?"

"I will not follow Voldemort's path." Brian thought.

Before he knew it, he was back in the common room, which was brightly lit by a faint green light.

"Hey, Brian, how are you? Are you okay?" Malfoy waved to him and came over.

"Yeah." Brian nodded slightly, his expression calm.

"You don't look very good." Malfoy raised his eyebrows, rolled his eyes slyly, and continued, "If anything happens, I can write to my father and ask him to help you. Even if it's The principal will also consider the opinions of both board members."

"It's really nothing, it's just a small conversation." Brian helplessly pressed Malfoy's blond hair and pushed his head back.

"Well, you can actually tell me something." Malfoy muttered, scribbling on his homework and making it a mess.

"Together, the two of us are invincible in Hogwarts. We can definitely turn the damn Potters into street rats!"

As he spoke, Malfoy narrowed his eyes and flashed them maliciously, as if he was racking his brains to think of some bad idea to deal with people.

Brian shook his head and smiled, and saw Daphne not far away, listening attentively to what was going on here. Her expression was slightly worried, and her quill made big ink spots on the paper.

Seeing that she had been discovered, Daphne blushed and pretended to do her homework. Brian could see her red ears.

Brian laughed and felt better.

"Friends?" he asked himself. "It's wonderful indeed."

"When someone treats you sincerely, reciprocate the same sincerity...?" Brian recalled Dumbledore's words.

"Perhaps, it's not impossible to try."

He suddenly had a completely different sense of expectation for the future than before.

Maybe he's still on his own path, but at least he can seek a better ending for those who treat him sincerely.

As for the process, there is no need to worry about it, he just needs to do what he thinks is right. There is a long road ahead, as long as you stay true to your heart.

"Well, I'd better take things as they come." Brian chuckled.

When I come to this world, the direction of all stories should be in my hands.

He could choose a better future.