Almost an hour passed before
Dumbledore knocked on Levid's door.
"Come in, Professor," Levid let Dumbledore in.
The house-elf, Toby, brought in the desserts, candies, and drinks that had been prepared long ago.
Dumbledore, aside from some redness and swelling under his eyes, had basically recovered.
"Some dessert, Professor.
Eating something sweet can make people happier," Levid said with a smile.
"Thank you..." Dumbledore took the small cake Levid handed him.
"I'm sorry to have you see me so out of control..."
"It's human nature, Professor.
Family ties are something so hard to give up, aren't they?"
Levid said as he placed a glass of pumpkin juice with double sugar and honey in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore took a sip of the pumpkin juice.
The sweet taste made him feel much better.
"That Resurrection Stone... please hide it well.
Of course, remember the lesson in the story and don't get caught up in it..." Dumbledore said with emotion.
Levid smiled, then pointed toward Tom's room.
"Rather than hiding it, it seems more meaningful for someone to learn about love."
Dumbledore, surprised, followed Levid's gaze toward Tom's room.
"You're saying..."
"Yes, after witnessing your heartfelt expression, Tom seems to have gained a new understanding.
He took the Resurrection Stone from me again, saying he wants to have a good talk with his mother," Levid said with a smile.
"Good... that's great," Dumbledore said happily, the sadness he had just felt from seeing his deceased loved one faded somewhat.
"By the way, I promised you that you could ask me any questions you had," Dumbledore said, setting down his cup and smiling.
"Well... I wanted to ask, since you just used the Resurrection Stone yourself, do you think... the spirits summoned by the Stone are real?"
Levid asked cautiously.
"I originally thought it was fake, just like the story, but... they... when they appeared, they weren't as cold and heartless as the story portrayed... So... I'm not so sure now, Wade," Dumbledore said with emotion.
"Family love... I can't tell the difference between truth and falsehood,"
Lewes asked. "It's like... a dream?"
"A dream?"
Dumbledore sighed.
"Your analogy is good, Wade.
It's indeed like a dream... When you wake up from it, you're still immersed in it..."
"Professor... Excuse me, what did your family say to you in this dream?"
Lewes asked.
"They... encouraged me to live well and generously forgave my past mistakes... But... how can I be forgiven?"
Dumbledore said bitterly.
"How could they possibly forgive me?
I made such a huge mistake... I... This was all just a dream, wasn't it?"
Levid was silent for a moment before saying, "I don't think it's a dream... They're your family, and you love each other deeply.
What mistake could they possibly have that they couldn't forgive you for?
To put it bluntly, put yourself in their shoes.
If you were the one who died, would you keep blaming your surviving relatives?
Would you continue to criticize your once-beloved family for a mistake that might have been an accident?"
Dumbledore fell silent, his eyes flickering with tenderness as he gazed at the cup in his hand.
After a long pause, he smiled and said, "No... If my sister and I had switched roles in this matter... I wouldn't even think of blaming her, let alone forgiving her.
Because... even if there are minor conflicts between family members, love always exists..."
Levid felt a little skeptical of Dumbledore's statement.
There are exceptions to everything... and there are many cases of family members backstabbing each other.
Of course, perhaps the Dumbledore family wouldn't act this way...
However, while Levid felt this way in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud.
He thought for a moment before saying, "So, if you could imagine yourself making such a choice, how can you assume your deceased loved ones would blame you?
As you just said, they probably never meant to blame you from the beginning, let alone forgive you.
So, Professor, perhaps what you just saw wasn't a dream.
The years of guilt and self-blame you've endured were a dream. A nightmare! Now, you should wake up from it."
Dumbledore fell silent again, this time for much longer than any of the previous ones.
Only after Levid had drunk several glasses of pumpkin juice and subconsciously felt his entire pancreas protesting did Dumbledore let out a long sigh.
"You're right, Wade. I used to think my family wouldn't forgive me... I was truly narrow-minded.
They were also right just now. Sooner or later, I, too, will embark on the same great journey they've already taken.
Sooner or later, we'll meet again... Since this isn't a farewell, what's there to grieve about?"
As Dumbledore spoke, Levander suddenly felt a strange magical fluctuation emanating from him.
It was very similar to the feeling he had when he saw Anne absorb that "residue"!
"Professor... you seem to have become stronger?"
Levander asked in shock.
"The power of love is the most powerful force in the world, Wade," Dumbledore said with a smile.
"It's not that I've become stronger, but I've gained a deeper understanding of love... Thanks to your reminder, Wade."
Levander was stunned. Is this... is enlightenment common in the wizarding world?
He didn't know how much stronger Dumbledore had become, but... there was no doubt that he was stronger now.
This was his intuitive feeling.
Could it be that understanding the true meaning of a certain emotion can make one stronger?
What if Tom also grasped the magic of love...
Wait, a Voldemort who uses the magic of love to "influence" others without using dark magic?
Why does this feel weird?
Just as Levander was lost in thought, the system notification chime, which he had previously blocked, suddenly rang in his ears again.
"Ding!
Detected that the host has made a significant change to Dumbledore's fate!
And a tremendous increase in Dumbledore's power!
The future has also undergone tremendous changes, many tragedies have been averted, and many lives have been saved!
Therefore, the host is being awarded 10,000 Merit Points!"
Levander's mouth dropped open.
The previously stingy system was surprisingly generous this time...
After purchasing the Potions Encyclopedia, his Merit Point balance had dropped to just 4,500.
Later, when he'd tricked Tom and other pure-blood wizards, he'd awarded Merit Points sporadically.
Through frugal living and the lack of system upgrades, his Merit Point balance had risen to 8,000.
Now, with Dumbledore's 10,000, his Merit Point balance had reached 18,000!
Only 2,000 Merit Points remained until the system upgrade.
At this point, Li Weide was determined. Even if the system mall was restocked, he would upgrade the system first and then slowly redeem it!
At most, he would lock the good stuff first!
After upgrading the system, the quality of the goods would also improve.
It was better than refreshing some materials and some worthless magic manuscripts every night...
After all, this broken system had no guarantee?
"Weide, what's wrong with you?"
Dumbledore saw Li Weide in a daze and couldn't help asking.
"Um... nothing, I was just wondering... if you have a deeper understanding of an emotion, will it also be beneficial to the growth of your own strength?"
Li Weide couldn't help but ask this question.
"Ved, the key isn't your level of understanding of a certain emotion, but... what you're fighting for."
Dumbledore smiled. "As long as you understand the purpose of waving your wand, you'll naturally become stronger..."
Levander savored Dumbledore's words.
He seemed to grasp something, yet at the same time, he seemed to comprehend nothing.
It had to be said that Dumbledore's current state of mind was a bit too high...
Idealism...Yes, the essence of magic is idealism
By dinner time, Tom finally emerged from his room.
Levander examined him but didn't detect any improvement similar to Dumbledore's.
Tom handed the Resurrection Stone back to Levander.
"Here it is, take it."
Levander didn't refuse, sensing a similarity between the magic imbued in the Resurrection Stone and nightmare magic.
He planned to ask her when she was free.
"Where's Professor Dumbledore?"
Tom asked, gazing at the table overflowing with desserts.
"He just left not long ago... I have to say, he really has a sweet tooth... But now, I know what to get him for Christmas." Li Weide said with a smile.
"Christmas..." Tom pondered for a moment before asking, "Are you planning to go back and take a look?"
"Where to go back?"
Tom hesitated...
Three days later, in front of the Wu's Orphanage.
A beautiful carriage stopped.
The old housekeeper of the Riddle family jumped out of the carriage and opened the door.
Li Weide and Tom, dressed in expensive clothes, got out of the carriage.
"Tom... I really didn't expect that the place you said you wanted to go back and take a look... was actually here."
Li Weide said with emotion.
Tom touched the soft fabric of his suit, a satisfied smile on his face, "I'm different from you. No matter what, I grew up here..."
"Tom!
I almost don't recognize you!"
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