Chapter 68: Plucking a hair can benefit the world, not for
no one. No one doesn't want to have a secret base when they were children.
Here, no one can find them. They can enjoy everything in this place and do whatever they want without worrying about being discovered.
And now, this scene has become a reality from a dream, clearly and realistically presented in front of Harry and the other two.
Hermione immediately looked at the books on the bookshelf, while Ron and Harry looked at the "scarred" training targets.
"You usually stay here to read? No wonder I can't see you in the library."
Hermione reached out and stroked the desk all the way, casually opening the "Fifth Element: Exploration" on the table. There were almost scattered notes on every page, all of which were Damon's own thoughts and questions.
Isn't this a book that only senior students would read? Has he made such progress in self-study? Hermione was secretly shocked.
"Is this place not bad?"
Damon walked to her side and looked at her quietly.
Hermione turned her head, focused on the books, and deliberately ignored him.
She was still angry about the previous things-now, this matter had to be added.
"Damon! This is so cool! You should have told us earlier!"
Ron was the first to rebel.
After asking for Damon's consent, he began to cast spells on the targets in front of him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Every time he knocked down a target's weapon, he didn't need to change it. The puppet just flashed and had a new weapon in its hand.
Harry soon felt itchy and joined Ron in the process.
At the beginning, the two were still a little worried - their performance yesterday, even now, seemed strange, so good that it didn't seem like themselves at all.
Now, what will happen?
The red light emitted from the tip of the wand was indeed not as good as yesterday's performance, but it was not much different - the magic performance of both of them increased a lot, which made Harry and Ron fall into ecstasy - they didn't expect that their magic level would increase so much in just one day.
"Oh - I think I can beat a third-year student now!"
Ron waved his hands excitedly, and Harry also showed an excited smile on his face.
"I never thought that we were both geniuses in magic!"
Damon stood beside Hermione, watching the cheers from the two of them, and shook his head.
"You guys play here for a while, Headmaster Dumbledore and I have something to talk about."
Hermione put down her book, and Harry and Ron stopped casting spells, turning their heads to stare at him.
Damon couldn't resist their gazes, and said with his hands in a "surrender" gesture:
"As for what we talked about, I promise that I will tell you everything in detail later, okay?"
Harry and Ron looked at Hermione without saying a word. The little lion nodded, pointed at his eyes with two fingers, and then pointed at Damon:
"Be careful! I'm watching you!"
"Wow, then I really have to be careful."
Damon pretended to be scared and left the Room of Requirement. Before leaving completely, he heard the sound of Harry and Ron continuing to cast spells excitedly.
This lonely room that has carried his year of hard training will always have three more happy figures.
That's all.
In Dumbledore's office.
Fawkes the phoenix rested quietly on the phoenix stand, the Sorting Hat closed his eyes and said nothing. Dumbledore had already brewed some black tea and handed it to Damon the moment he entered the room.
"Lemon cheese?"
"Sure, I'm a loyal person." Damon pulled out a chair and sat opposite Dumbledore. "Once I like something, I'll keep eating it until I get tired of it."
Dumbledore noticed the deep meaning in his words, and waved his wand with a smile. A serving of lemon cheese and a plate appeared in front of Damon.
The two of them were silent for a while.
Only after they finished their black tea and cake did Dumbledore say something meaningful:
"You seem to know more than I thought?"
"You know, I am a pen pal with Ms. Bagshot, the editor of A History of Magic. She seems to be old and often confused. Sometimes she even mistook me for you or Grindelwald in her letters to me.
In addition, a reporter named Rita Skeeter hopes to get more stories about me from me. In return, she told me a lot about you - she seems to be preparing to write a biography about you, but I'm afraid you won't want to see some of the content in it."
Dumbledore said "Oh", looked at Damon and shook his head:
"To be honest, I really don't want you to get to know me through others, because I think that may cause you to have some misunderstandings about me."
His eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses were deep, staring at Damon:
"So, what do you know?"
"Many, for example, the past of two generations of Dark Lords, what they did to the wizarding world, and what bad influences they caused.
Another example is - the slogan 'For the greater good' that you and the Dark Lord Grindelwald once jointly proposed."
Dumbledore's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes lowered, and he did not rush to defend himself. Instead, he asked:
"So, what do you think of this sentence?"
"I disagree."
Looking at Dumbledore's head that suddenly raised, with a hint of indifference hidden in his eyes, Damon smiled and said:
"Professor, please forgive me for being frank. You grew up in a magical world and received too little cultural education, so you were bewitched by Grindelwald."
Dumbledore remained patient and nodded for him to continue.
"In the far east, there is an ancient cultural country called 'China', where many profound thoughts were born. If I remember correctly, our second-year senior Qiu Zhang is from there."
"Among the many thoughts in China, there is one thought that can completely refute how absurd your idea is."
"The idea is that if I can benefit the world by plucking a hair, I will not do it."
Damon said this in Chinese, translated the general meaning into English, and asked Dumbledore a question.
"Professor, if Voldemort returns today, and I only need one hair of yours to exchange for Voldemort's complete death, are you willing?"
Dumbledore thought about it and naturally wanted to answer yes - let alone one hair, even if it was all the hair, all the hair on the body, what would happen if he gave it away?
But in the current situation, he couldn't help but think about it and think carefully about whether there was any deep meaning in it.
But the result of thinking is still - "I am willing."
Damon nodded, and continued to ask:
"If you need to give up one arm now in exchange for Voldemort's complete death, are you willing?"
"I am willing." Dumbledore answered immediately.
Damon nodded.
"If you need to give up your life now in exchange for Voldemort's death, are you willing?"
"I am willing." Dumbledore still did not hesitate.
Damon nodded.
"If, now you need to give up the lives of your family in exchange for Voldemort's death, are you willing?"
Dumbledore could not answer immediately - he seemed to understand what Damon meant.
Damon continued to ask:
"What if I now have to use the lives of ten people closely related to you in exchange for Voldemort's complete death, are you willing?
If I have to sacrifice ten people in exchange for the survival of a hundred people, are you willing?"
"As long as it is for the greater good, can we disregard emotions and ethics and arbitrarily decide the interests of individuals?"
"Of course - no."
Dumbledore raised his left hand weakly, with a painful expression, begging Damon to stop it all - he was even grateful in his heart, grateful that Damon did not say the name that broke his heart.
If Ariana was still alive, but she had to be sacrificed to defeat Voldemort. Dumbledore's answer now would be - "Never!".
"I understand, Damon, I understand - so please don't say anything more."
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