Dumbledore Asked Calmly Novels & Stories

"No. My father loved them, but I don't know where they came from." Wilbur could not help feeling disappointed and got to his feet. "Alright, then. Sorry to disturb you, Mister Albus. Please rest well, and I'll be on my way." Wilbur was about to leave when Albus' voice rang from behind him. "Wait." "What?" Wilbur turned around, looking at Albus. "Is anything the matter, Mister Albus?" "Could you show me those gloves again?" "Of course."

He looked like a lost soul and I wondered what was on his mind. I let out a deep sigh. How I wished I was a Legilimens! (= a person who practices legilimency; the act of magically navigating through the many layers of a person's mind and correctly interpreting one's findings | for you muggles). Unfortunately, I was not one so now I could only have these questions inside my head left unanswered. * * * "Curiosity is not a sin…. But we should exercise caution with our curiosity… yes, indeed." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince. •• Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head.

It was when she excused herself to go to the bathroom that a pretty girl who was about his age had walked up to their booth. "Excuse me," she had said, waving her hand in front of him to get his attention. Adnan placed a finger between the pages he was reading before he looked up at her. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I would just like to know whether you think Professor Dumbledore was right in always showing preferential treatment towards Gryffindor house while he virtually ignored the other houses," she said, pointing towards the book in his hands. Adnan blinked at her, not really sure what to make of this strange girl.

said Lycus Lewis, smiling with relief. "Who?" Draco asked. "Albus White, The Wise White Dragon." "What? Albus?" exclaimed Draco in surprise. The ceramic cup that was in Draco's hand came loose and smashed to pieces on the floor. Draco's heart was pounding wildly because of the choking mix of emotions. “Are you sure? Albus?" asked Astrid, incredulous at what she heard. "Yes, Albus," answered Lycus Lewis as he looked Draco straight in the eye.

Aeron, bewildered and angered, approached them, demanding an explanation. "What the hell is going on here?" Aeron questioned, his eyes locked on Pelenore. He faced the elder man, expressing his frustration, "You old goat, you left me out there to die." Voldemort intervened, smacking Aeron on the head slightly, "Watch your words boy, you're talking to an elder." He gestured to the empty seat beside him. "Sit down and join us. It's quite delicious." Still puzzled, Aeron sat down and pressed for answers. "What is happening? Can one do you just explain it to me. God, I have a headache from all this!"

He watched Severus’s reaction, anticipating the usual incredulity, the shared amusement at such a ridiculous claim. Severus’s fingers, which had been meticulously sorting a pile of financial ledgers, suddenly twitched. A subtle, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand. “What?” he asked, his voice sharper than usual, tinged with an unusual urgency. “How does she look like?” The question was direct, demanding, a stark contrast to his earlier composed demeanor. Perseus noticed the shift, a small ripple in their familiar dynamic, but dismissed it as Severus’s typical thoroughness.

"Headmaster Black, please answer, who is the Lord that is coming?" The portrait of Headmaster Black gave another look of pity directed at him but didn't answer his question. Headmaster Dumbledore went into a bad mood. Something, or better, someone was coming, and he didn't know who he or she was, but the looks that few of the old Headmasters were giving to him were not a good thing, at least for his person.