Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 246 No matter what, please remember...love is the greatest magic!

Dumbledore's eyes were gentle but firm, just like his request.

But Draco's clear silver-grey eyes shrank back in fear.

She took a deep breath, but her thoughts somehow kept going back to the night she first met Voldemort.

He couldn't help but straighten his upper body and shuddered, as if his body had recorded his fear of Voldemort without his permission.

"I…"

Draco hesitated, took a deep breath again, and tried to follow Professor Dumbledore's instructions.

But suddenly I felt his huge hand pressing on my shoulder

Apparently Dumbledore noticed his struggle for a moment and stood beside him to comfort him.

"It's okay if you can't do it now, Draco. Don't force yourself."

There was only infinite tolerance in Dumbledore's tone, but Draco knew in his heart that the old headmaster's kindness and understanding only deepened his own disappointment, which he could not express.

But he also became more aware of how profound his fear of the Dark Lord was.

"Let's change the subject. Have you ever thought about why alchemy, such an ancient magic, is not a required course, or even a special elective course offered only for students who want to prepare for the ultimate wizard exam?"

After confirming that Draco was okay, Professor Dumbledore returned to his seat and got back to the topic.

Draco pondered, trying to mentally review everything he had read in his father's study as a child about the history of magic and the origins of alchemy.

"Is it because... alchemy is too ancient and has long been lost, becoming a subject like ancient runes?"

After thinking for a while, I still couldn't find an answer that satisfied me, so I could only guess hesitantly.

"Yes, and no." Dumbledore smiled.

“All our disciplines are based on alchemy.

Someday you will learn the history of alchemy and its significance to mental magic.

But for now, just remember two things.”

As he spoke, he stood up, opened Flamel's work on the table, and spread out a page of drawings in the book.

It was a giant tree shining with light, and each ray of light bloomed with layers of halos, connecting the mysteries of various magical fields: time, space, wisdom, death, future, emotion...

There is an inscription written in Latin above the giant tree - Tree of Life.

“First, black magic and alchemy were once two competing schools of thought in the history of magic, reflecting their different understandings of the nature and application of magic.

The second thing is that Voldemort, or Tom Riddle, chose to steal the Philosopher's Stone, indicating that he realized a long-standing legend: if alchemy and dark magic can be combined, the development of magic will be able to be pushed to areas that no one has ever set foot in. "

Dumbledore's voice came, bringing Draco back from the image of the Tree of Life. While thinking, he also asked:

"But you don't think so? Neither you nor Greenwald think so."

As she spoke, she looked at Dumbledore's encouraging gaze behind his half-moon lenses, and after a moment's hesitation, she recalled Nurmengard and the lessons she had taken with Grindelwald afterwards.

"Do you think that the truly profound magic is the magic of the mind?"

Dumbledore winked playfully at Draco's words.

"It's not the difficulty of magic, Draco, that matters. What matters is the meaning of magic."

Dumbledore's words made Draco blush slightly in embarrassment.

I couldn't help but blame Harry in my heart.

It must be because we have been in such close contact over the past year that my thinking has been somewhat tainted by Gryffindor's simple way of thinking that only cares about strength and weakness.

"Do alchemy and the black arts have different perceptions of the meaning of magic?"

Draco calmed himself down before asking again.

"Very different. Our lesson today is to explore whether their perceptions are wrong."

Dumbledore raised his wand again, and the Tree of Life on the pages of the book emitted a soft and bright luster.

“Alchemists believed that the purpose of magic was to ensure that the wizard could unite with nature and achieve the ideal of immortality.

Dark wizards who practice black magic believe that the meaning of magic is to conquer the normal state of nature and to conquer death. "

"But what you mean is... magic is also related to nature...? Otherwise, how come alchemy and black magic are both obsessed with the origin of magic and nature?"

Dumbledore's words were a little strange, which made Draco unable to help but ask questions.

As Draco spoke in a clear and elegant tone, a gleam of light emanated faintly from behind Dumbledore's half-moon lenses.

"Very good, Draco. Very good."

Dumbledore waved the peculiarly shaped wand in his hand, causing the light of the Tree of Life to spread in the principal's office, gradually forming a nebula-like picture in the air.

"Magic exists in nature. Think about it, our magic, from Transfiguration to Potions, every magic is using and transforming everything in nature."

Dumbledore's wand pulled the golden nebula of the Tree of Life and it instantly gathered into a golden ball. As he spoke, words appeared on the ball.

"There are several core elements in natural magic: time, space, death, love, and thoughts. This is also the subject of research of the Ministry of Magic's mysterious department."

Dumbledore's explanation made Draco's eyes widen in surprise.

I never thought that magic had such a history, let alone that the Ministry of Magic, which I often visited with my father since childhood, had such a department.

But his thoughts, which were distracted by surprise, were brought back to their senses by Dumbledore's reminder.

"Do you remember what I told Gellert about the real mind magic we care about?"

"Protect the ones you love."

As Draco spoke, his silver-grey eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be some clue in his mind, stringing together the overly explosive information of the night like branches of the Tree of Life.

She said with a little excitement.

"Whether it's the pursuit of immortality or the conquest of death, the understanding of magic in alchemy and black magic is to satisfy the individual wizard who casts the spell."

Dumbledore's smile grew wider, and his eyes closed gently in satisfaction, motioning Draco to continue.

"But if the core of mind magic is love, and it is about protecting the emotions that are related to other things, perhaps... this is the magic that is closest to nature. It's just..."

Draco frowned as he spoke.

"Just?" Dumbledore opened his eyes playfully.

"It's just that... we still need a spell to perform magic, right? A spell to protect a loved one. What would that be?"

Draco spoke with a little confusion, but Dumbledore clapped his hands and put them together.

The light of the Tree of Life was dimmed, and the cover of Flamel's work, which was originally spread out on the table, was also closed.

"This is what we will do in the future, Draco. It will also be your homework from now on."

Dumbledore said softly, laughing at the same time.

"It's a shame that this is a private lesson and I can't give you any extra points for your performance in Slytherin, Draco. But you did very, very well."

He said as he led Draco towards the door.

After saying goodbye to Draco, he suddenly spoke again in a low voice.

"No matter what the future holds, please remember today's lesson."

Draco turned his head to look at Dumbledore, and was surprised to find a tear slipping from the corner of his eye. He was even more surprised to notice that his voice trembled a little when he spoke again.

"Please remember... love is the greatest magic."

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