Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 537 They Are Afraid of You
Charles remembered that he was a member of the Hogwarts Oil Painting Society, but he had been coming less frequently recently. He didn't expect that he would become the vice-president.

He sat in front of the canvas again, feeling somewhat emotional. He had learned oil painting in order to make weapons to fight against Voldemort. Now that he didn't have that worry, his mentality was much calmer.

Prepare the canvas, mix the paint, calm down, concentrate, and paint what you want in your mind into the painting little by little.

Dumbledore returned from New York. The International Confederation of Wizards set up a special investigation committee, and he needed to focus his attention back on Hogwarts.

Fudge realized that this investigation would not produce any results, so he quit while he was ahead and returned to England to continue worrying about the food problem.

Charles went to class, fed Ruby, ate, fed Ruby, did homework, fed Ruby, drew, fed Ruby, and slept every day. His life was so regular that Dumbledore was a little uncomfortable.

Grindelwald was also very uncomfortable with this and was prepared for all kinds of trouble from Charles, but he ignored him and punched the air.

"Ouch, what is this?!"

"Phoenix ball phoenix."

Charles knew that Dumbledore understood Chinese.

Dumbledore originally wanted to see what Charles was drawing, but was frightened when he saw the large piece of paper on the ground.

He asked, "How did Ruby get so fat?"

Charles said helplessly: "It felt that it was about to reach Nirvana, so it decided to eat more and die."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, thinking that the Order of the Phoenix should change its name, otherwise people would think it was a weight loss club.

He saw Charles drawing something strange, and when he got closer he saw that it was the inside of a tomato.

"Do you want to cut this tomato?" Dumbledore was no stranger to magical oil paintings. He would only draw the inside when he needed to present a cut scene, otherwise it would not be so troublesome.

Charles nodded and said, "If you plan to slice it and make it into ketchup, there's nothing you can do. You can only use ketchup ingredients to replace it."

Dumbledore asked curiously, "You want to draw cooking?"

In his opinion, only cooking scenes would have such changes.

Charles said: "I am trying to make a large cooking model to verify whether the core system is effective and whether there will be any logical problems."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "That's a good idea. This way we can better judge if there are any mistakes."

Compared to potions and alchemy, it is much simpler to judge whether there is an error in the cooking model. It can be said that it requires almost no brainpower and it is easy to find the problem.

Once the core system is adjusted and used in potions and alchemy, a lot of time spent dealing with low-level errors can be saved.

Charles said as he was painting: "I plan to test the information input function by the way, so that the chefs of Dancing Grass Restaurant can input recipes."

Dumbledore asked with interest: "Can I try it too?"

Charles thought for a moment and said, "I think it would be better to find another Dumbledore."

He had no memory of Albus cooking, but Aberforth definitely knew how to cook.

Dumbledore was disappointed.

Charles suddenly thought of something and said, "Well, I guess it's possible."

Dumbledore perked up immediately.

Charles continued, "In the future, when each system enters data, it will definitely enter... um... flawed data. Determining whether the data is usable is one of the basic functions and also requires testing."

Dumbledore was so angry that his beard fluttered. He muttered, "Aberforth always said that my cooking was delicious."

Charles was surprised and said, "Ah? I heard from Aberforth that he decided to become a chef because he ate the potion you cooked when he was a child. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive."

Dumbledore's nose suddenly returned in anger.

He pulled a chair over and sat down, talking about the reason for coming here tonight: "Charles, can you tell me about the Justice League?"

"Fudge told me the details of this incident. I have seen their people, but only by chance when they came to see you."

"I had a feeling they were scared of me."

Fudge told Dumbledore what Eleanor had heard from Charles. Dumbledore was very confused. He had never heard of this group before 1991, had no contact with them, and they had never come to him for help. Was he unjust?

This made him a little self-doubting, and for a moment he wanted to know what others, especially foreigners, thought of him.

Charles had many foreign friends, and Dumbledore thought that they should have talked about him when they chatted.

"Many people are afraid of you." Charles' words stunned Dumbledore.

Dumbledore couldn't help but ask loudly: "Why am I so terrible?"

"Oh, sorry."

If a resident of Azkaban said this, he would be very happy and proud.

But this is what Charles said. He thought Charles would not be unaware of the meaning of the current conversation, and what he said obviously represented the meaning of many people - especially ordinary people.

This was difficult for him to accept for a moment, and the tone of his voice became much higher.

Charles said, "Because many people don't know what's going on in your heart and what your life goals are."

“To be powerful, but not to understand, is the root of fear.”

Dumbledore remained silent, waiting for what to happen next.

Charles continued, "Your strength, the fame and status you have accumulated over the past few decades have put you far apart from ordinary wizards and witches. You are very vague in everyone's eyes."

“Distance creates fear.”

"Fudge is worried that you've taken his position as Minister."

"The wizards of Europe fear that you will rule them."

"On the contrary, the members of the Order of the Phoenix are very familiar with you and know that you would not do such a thing. They always regard you as someone they can rely on."

"Well, let me ask you a question. Do you and Fudge have any private contact when you are not on duty? Have you ever had a drink together? Have you ever talked about each other's family?"

Dumbledore recalled, smiled bitterly and said, "Never."

"So he doesn't know me and is afraid that I'll take his place."

"I found that I might have done something wrong. When he first took office as minister, he always sent me letters to ask questions, and I gave him all kinds of suggestions sincerely."

"This may be a test. In his eyes, my suggestion is just a string used by Muggles to manipulate wood, so he believes in his heart that I will seize power."

"I always thought he was blinded by power. Maybe he was really afraid of me."

Charles said: "Being blinded by power and being afraid of you are not mutually exclusive. The sum of the two is greater than the sum of the two."

The studio suddenly became quiet. Dumbledore seemed to be lost in thought while Charles was painting quietly.

Charles felt that he had successfully changed the subject, and he estimated that Dumbledore would not think about the Justice League for some time.

Dumbledore asked wearily, "Do you have any suggestions?"

He thought of many ways to solve the problem, but the cracks that had accumulated over a long period of time were too big, so it would be more convenient to solve the problem than to solve the person.

Now that Voldemort has returned, this crack could be fatal.

On the other hand, although Voldemort is scary, many people understand him and know what he wants to do, which makes some people feel at ease.

Charles thought for a moment and said, "This block of ice is too old and too cold. It's impossible to solve the problem all at once like Ruby wants to lose weight through Nirvana."

"I have a suggestion. Why not write an autobiography so that people can get to know the real Albus Dumbledore."

"Start with childhood first, and when you're done, have Aberforth comment on it and publish it together."

"Then there is the work part, which can be reviewed by Professor McGonagall and other colleagues."

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)