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If ordinary wizards used spells, then powerhouses like Dumbledore used rules—the rules embedded within spells.
This gap—
Like a chasm with no end in sight.
Understanding of space. Transformation of matter. Enhancement of elements. Application of environment.
All could be called a visual feast.
Dumbledore displayed without concealment the brilliant future path of wizardry. Mastering even one aspect would place certain wizards at the pinnacle of the wizarding world.
Much less this old bastard being proficient in nearly everything.
So even Tiger had to show some admiration. Acknowledge this White Wizard's power.
However—
He wouldn't compromise because of it.
Watching Tiger still accumulating power—
The White Wizard suddenly felt unprecedented exhaustion.
Compared to soul-judging hellfire, he worried more about creatures like Venom infinitely evolving throughout the wizarding world.
When wolf numbers were fewer than sheep, this was natural food chain balance. When wolf numbers far exceeded sheep—this foretold species extinction crisis...
Dumbledore would never forget that instinctive suppression from the food chain. Like sheep meeting wolves.
Voldemort's matter—
Had actually stopped being a problem.
One madman now versus a group of madmen in the future—Dumbledore could still distinguish priorities.
After long silence—
He seemed to make some decision. Suddenly threw the glowing Philosopher's Stone to the restless Tiger.
As if unloading a thousand-pound burden.
Accompanied by a light sigh, worry and gloom in the White Wizard's eyes also dissipated.
"Sorry, Tiger."
"I'm old. Can't bear farewells. So I thought of this foolish method."
"Please forgive an old man's helpless act."
Tiger held the Stone. Eyes suspicious as he watched Dumbledore. Seeing the old bastard put away his wand, continuously surging hellfire also extinguished. Flesh reformed.
Though he really wanted to give this old bastard two Repulsor blasts—
He had to admit he temporarily couldn't. Moreover, the other had no intention of continuing the fight.
"So what exactly do you want?"
A certain large feline ultimately couldn't restrain curiosity. Asked a question he'd deeply regret.
Dumbledore looked at Tiger seriously.
"If possible, please don't hurt Remus. Perhaps you've already sensed it, but Remus is just a pitiful child. He didn't want to become a werewolf."
"Werewolf?!"
Seeing fierce light surge in Tiger's eyes, subconsciously revealing threads of killing intent, Dumbledore immediately continued:
"Tiger, don't force me to find Polly. You know—Polly can't refuse Pomona's requests."
"FUCK!"
Tiger gritted his teeth. Raised his middle finger.
Professor Sprout was indeed like a mother to Mother Polly. Just a dog pup—Mother Polly naturally wouldn't refuse.
Unless the pup itself sought death.
"You'd better make him stay far away."
Tiger's eyes narrowed. Threads of threat leaked through. He spoke very seriously: "Otherwise I'll blow his head off."
"Tiger, Remus is a good person."
Dumbledore quietly sighed.
For the Shelby family, werewolves were indeed an unrelenting hatred. But this had nothing to do with Remus Lupin.
"Many people didn't voluntarily become werewolves, including Remus. He's a kind child..."
Tiger shook his head slightly. No longer wanted to hear Dumbledore's nonsense. Instead picked up his belt on his own.
"So if he's a good person, he'll definitely go to heaven, right, Headmaster?"
"Make a deal, Tiger."
Just as Tiger prepared to leave—
Dumbledore suddenly spoke. The long, firm tone actually carried a trace of self-abandonment.
"Before you kill me, don't hurt Remus. Otherwise someone will keep pestering you."
"Trust me."
"You absolutely don't want to face him."
Actually, what deeply worried Dumbledore wasn't Tiger himself, but Venom inside Tiger's body, and his possible future of studying Dark Arts.
Just as ordinary people wouldn't be overly nervous about a small flame, but would extremely worry about someone pouring gasoline on that small flame, turning it into raging fire.
This White Wizard actually knew clearly—Tiger wasn't someone with grand ideals. On the contrary, this violent, fierce little bastard was a good child devoted to family.
This was also why he'd always tolerated Tiger.
This guy was like a true large feline. If no one trespassed his territory, he'd only lazily lie on rocks sunbathing.
And such people hated most—those ambitious types.
"Is that so?" Tiger glanced sideways at Dumbledore. Thin lips curved into a cruel smile.
"Then let him come."
"Maybe I won't like it, but Venom definitely will. Thanks for the supplement, Headmaster..."
With that, Tiger walked out of the Forbidden Forest.
"Sigh..."
Looking at the devastated forest—
Dumbledore drew the Elder Wand. As the wand moved, a touch of tender green appeared in the desolate, scorched ruins. Spread at visible speed.
Dead trees met spring. All things revived.
An almost inaudible sigh sounded.
"You'll regret this, Tiger."
"More precisely, we'll all regret it."
He was too tired.
Really needed someone to help him.
"Good, everyone come here."
"Right, right, stand here."
Looking at the students before him—
Hagrid seemed somewhat nervous. But joy in his tone was hard to conceal. After all, this was his first class.
Especially with Harry and Ron's enthusiastic cooperation, strong accomplishment surged continuously in Hagrid's heart.
He really loved this career.
"Alright, please open your textbooks."
"Oh, right..."
Seeing Ron somewhat frantically untying the book's dead knot, Hagrid suddenly reacted.
Just as he prepared to remind students how to properly open The Monster Book of Monsters—
He saw Slytherins raise books high overhead. Smash them hard on stones. Or deliver vicious knee strikes. The originally biting Monster Books instantly quieted down.
Draco expressionlessly drew his pocket revolver. Fired at the book's corner.
"BANG!"
The sudden gunshot caused a wave of exclamations.
"Draco." Pansy glared reproachfully at the platinum boy. Turned to look behind the crowd. "Quiet. This is class."
Speaking, Pansy pulled out a Beater's bat. Smashed down hard. The constantly trembling Monster Book instantly stopped shaking.
Outside the crowd—
Tiger, skipping lunch break, currently lay on Hermione's lap napping. Miss Otter sat on grass, face slightly red as she flipped through her textbook. Obviously distracted.
After all, the textbook was upside down.
"Uh..."
"Actually there's another way..."
Seeing Gryffindors all learning Slytherin's solution method, Hagrid's throat went dry. Stammered a few sounds. Finally chose to shut his mouth.
Seeing this—
Harry put down the stone in his hand. Very considerately walked before Hagrid. Raised The Monster Book of Monsters.
"Professor Hagrid, is there a way to make it quiet?"
"Oh, of course!"
Hagrid's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Just stroke its spine... that's right... gently..."
Slytherins silently watched this scene.
"I still prefer the Beater's bat."
Pansy shrugged. Turned toward Daphne. "Need help, dear?"
"Of course."
"My sewing needle isn't working well today."
Daphne smiled as she passed the book over. The originally beast-hide cover was covered with dense needle holes.
Ron: (⊙_⊙)
If he wasn't mistaken—
This book had probably fainted.
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