RNP Chapter 132 The Magic of Love Begins
Chapter 132 The Magic of Love Begins
Chapter 132 The Magic of Love Begins
Power was a completely foreign word to Harry.
He knows what friendship is, and he desires friendship; he knows what care is, and he desires to be cared for; he knows what respect is, and he desires to be respected.
But the word "power" seemed irrelevant to Harry; he couldn't imagine what use it could have.
Because the magical world values reason, conflicts can be resolved simply by stating whether something is reasonable or not.
This is the life lesson Harry learned from his interactions with Malfoy, from initial aversion to a normal relationship.
"Power—it's useless." He scratched his head and gave a puzzled smile.
Everyone fell silent. Although Harry's answer was expected—a newly enrolled wizard naturally wouldn't understand what power was—his overly naive reply stung the "dark hearts" of these old fogies.
For example, there's a certain Ryan Welshman who wishes to remain anonymous. Although there's no evidence, no factual basis, and no subjective intent, he still feels that Harry is targeting him.
"Actually, power is still very useful; it can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble. Like Voldemort, everyone is afraid of him, and you need power to deal with Voldemort." He forced himself to explain, hoping to corrupt an innocent child.
Dumbledore thought this wouldn't work, and he believed that Harry Potter's view that power was not a good thing was absolutely correct: "Harry already possesses a power that Voldemort could never have."
Oh no, the magic of love is starting again—Ryan facepalms.
Harry, hearing the headmaster claim that he possessed powers even Voldemort couldn't have, thought the headmaster was talking nonsense: "How could that be? Although I've never seen him or experienced Voldemort's cholera outbreak, judging from the castle fire, I could never be like Voldemort."
On the day of the incident, although Harry and the Slytherin Quidditch team had a love-hate relationship and experienced Snape saving his life along the way, after the incident, he learned from Hermione, who remained in the castle, just how terrifying and horrible those living sculptures really were.
Later, Neville also stated that the power of the animated sculpture far exceeded his imagination. If it weren't for a group of young wizards casting spells behind him and Hannah to help, they would have been thrown away by the sculpture the moment they made contact.
Neville claimed that his Power Charm was not good enough, but Harry knew very well just how strong Neville was—he had seen Neville toss the large sofa in the Gryffindor common room with one hand as easily as George tossing a Quaffle.
At that moment, Harry felt that Neville definitely had the ability to physically send people to heaven.
Even combined, Neville and Hannah, who are no less capable than Neville, are far inferior to the most basic power of a living sculpture.
These animated sculptures are clearly pawns created by Voldemort, things he can discard at any time, things that are utterly unimportant.
He repeated: "Perhaps I will never be able to do magic like Voldemort."
"No, Harry, you possess love. This is a magic that Voldemort could never learn." Dumbledore began to expound on the most important element of "Dumbledore's magical philosophy": love.
"Starting with Harry's mother Evans' protective love for him, we talk about Harry's deep affection for his family."
Ryan was getting sleepy listening to the lecture. His previous experiences with "love education" had given him a general understanding of what love was in Dumbledore's magical worldview.
After removing all of Dumbledore's effusive praise of love, Lane can glean some principles from it:
Love is a strong, positive emotion, which is incompatible with the malicious and harmful emotions associated with dark magic. This is known as the Anti-Dark Magic Special Attack.
The magic of love, to a certain extent, can transcend the limitations of a wizard's own magical power, enabling them to do things that seem impossible. This is known as "explosive power."
Love is also a long-lasting medium that can transform ordinary magic, such as extending its lifespan. In short, it's a magical additive.
Harry Potter was completely bewildered after Dumbledore finished his sermon, his eyes sparkling with admiration. He felt he had come to believe Dumbledore's theories and was ready to use his love to go out and fight a dark wizard to the death.
"I understand! I understand!" Harry exclaimed, gradually realizing everything.
"You beast, now you understand, Shenmo!" Ryan wanted nothing more than to slap him twice across the face to bring him to his senses and prevent him from getting carried away by the principal's encouragement.
After thinking for a moment and considering the principal's feelings, he said more tactfully, "Harry, the principal's theory about love is objectively true, but we can't mistake the subjective for the objective and thus replace the objective."
Harry Potter: ? ? ?
What does that mean?
Why does Senior Ryan know every single word? But I can't understand him when they're put together as a sentence?
Looking into Harry's clear eyes, Lane felt he was unworthy of being called an English gentleman; he was already 11 years old and hadn't yet been influenced by the bureaucratic and culturally sophisticated British traditions!
It is a disgrace to the intangible cultural heritage and precious spiritual wealth left by the British monarchs throughout history.
"What Ryan means is, stop dreaming. The magic of love, provided you have the capacity to do it yourself," Gale said.
"Also, let's not talk about the magic of love or whether you want power. Let's just say that you need to receive some help and treatment right now—"
"Gale!" Dumbledore immediately interrupted him.
But Gale acted as if she hadn't heard, stepping out from behind Dumbledore, pinning his hands behind her back, and holding him down tightly: "You heard me clearly. Now, as Voldemort leaves a scar on you through some means, he is also leaving a part of himself—magic—on you."
At this moment, Harry was still immersed in his fantasy: "Harry Potter understands love, Voldemort doesn't, that's one victory; Harry Potter survives, Voldemort loses his magic, that's two victories; Harry Potter wins two victories, Voldemort wins none, that's three victories—..."
Suddenly hearing that Voldemort had left his magic within him, he felt his earlier suspicions about a connection between him and Voldemort deepened.
From "contact with the dung bomb" to "eating the dung bomb".
It's dirty, it's dirty, whatever you say, it's dirty—Harry Potter suddenly felt itchy all over, and felt awkward no matter what he did, with an urge to go to the bathroom and wash for a whole day and night.
"Impossible! How could Voldemort's magic be inside me! This can't be real!"
The voice, which had not yet changed, produced a mournful sound, like a wronged child whose half had been taken away by a resentful woman in her boudoir, or a straight man who had mistakenly wandered into a mountain town.
Desolate and miserable.