The air in the principal's office seemed to freeze, filled with a suffocating stillness.
Dumbledore's figure was shrouded in the dim light behind his desk, his expression deep and complex, as if he were recalling some distant past.
Moen sat quietly opposite him. He knew that his confession had touched some memories deep within Dumbledore's heart, and he did not rush to interrupt the other's thoughts.
Instead, he waited quietly for Dumbledore to react, having already foreseen what was about to happen through his "time perception."
He wanted to use this conversation to get the answers he wanted and to showcase his abilities and value.
After a moment, Dumbledore snapped out of his reverie.
His face had regained its previous calm and wisdom.
Beneath that calm surface lay a barely perceptible worry and vigilance from Moen. His tone became slow and low, seemingly carrying a hint of warning: "Those who can foresee the future are indeed rare." His eyes revealed an unusually complex emotion.
He began to worry about Moen's current situation.
Can this power truly be controlled by humans?
He paused, as if considering how to express his thoughts, his gaze seemingly piercing through time, reminiscing about the past: "Of all the wizards I've known, there's only one person with similar abilities..."
Moen frowned slightly, and his heart immediately became alert.
He quickly skimmed over the records of everything that had happened in the past. He knew very well that the person Dumbledore was thinking of was his "old flame," the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald.
"Grindelwald".
Mohn suddenly uttered the name softly, interrupting Dumbledore's thoughts.
"Child, remember what I am about to say."
Dumbledore did not respond to Moen's words. His tone became serious, and his face showed unprecedented earnestness: "You have the ability to foresee the future. You must never tell anyone about this. No one is allowed. You need to be wary of greedy people at all times, and also be careful of those with ulterior motives."
Moen chuckled. He had expected Dumbledore to say that, which proved that Dumbledore was genuinely worried about him.
"Why? Aren't there many magicians who have the ability to foresee the future? I've even seen older students taking divination classes!" he asked疑惑地, trying to find out more information.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly after hearing this, and with a gentle wave of his wand,
Several beams of light suddenly appeared in the air, each depicting a magician using a crystal ball or tea leaves to perform divination.
Their bodies seemed to be fixed in place, observing some unknown location in a one-sided manner.
"They are merely observing spacetime, extracting insignificant fragments from a point in the future; they have no real ability to influence the future."
"Do you really think they are the same kind of people as you? Just being able to see the future, does that count as being able to control time? They can't touch it, much less control it." Dumbledore's tone was full of sighs.
Moen nodded, agreeing with Dumbledore's words. He had also met Professor Trelawney, and the power she displayed was different from his own.
Dumbledore flicked his finger slightly, and the light and shadow in the air vanished instantly. Then, with another wave of his wand, he displayed a series of exquisite and ancient images in the void.
It depicts the changing seasons at Hogwarts Castle: spring brings lush greenery, summer arrives with its blazing sun, autumn brings a chill with falling leaves, and winter blankets Hogwarts in a blanket of snow. Time seems to endlessly revolve, transforming the landscape into ever-changing scenes.
Dumbledore's voice slowly echoed in the silent office, as if telling a distant and weathered story: "Wizards cannot truly control the power of time. The time they can access is merely a special magical artifact created through alchemy."
"Hogwarts was founded a thousand years ago. Even the four founders could only glimpse a corner of time by using the power of alchemical artifacts."
Dumbledore's tone turned somber, his gaze deep and distant, as if recalling a distant past: "Those who grope in the river of time are merely constantly giving and trying, but no one has ever truly mastered the mystery of time! They have all paid a great price for it, yet in their entire lives they can only touch a tiny, insignificant corner of time."
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if each note contained a reverence for the power of time:
"The power of spacetime is extremely special. Even using only a small part of it requires bearing enormous risks. The ability you have displayed is something I have never seen before."
He raised his head and refocused his gaze on Moen, his eyes filled with worry and vigilance: "Your body seems to be able to automatically convert power into spacetime power."
"Your abilities... are extraordinary; the power you display transcends time and space." He said each word slowly, but every sentence struck Moen's heart like a heavy hammer.
This served as a reminder to Moen, making him realize that he was different from others.
"It comes from your magic, and it seems to be an innate power. I have never felt such a strong fluctuation of time magic in any other wizard."
Dumbledore paused, his brow furrowed, lost in thought: "Your appearance may have broken some rules, or perhaps..." His tone became somewhat bewildered.
He looked at Moen and could see the infinite possibilities within him, as well as sense Moen's intense desire for power. He was worried about whether such power could be controlled.
A hint of emotion finally appeared on Moen's face.
Dumbledore's words gave him a completely new understanding of the power of time and space.
I finally understand why I couldn't find any magic that could control time despite reading countless books: the magical power of time is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
However, he was able to use the system's rewards to easily turn the power of spacetime into his own abilities.
Given enough time, becoming a god is not impossible.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
His eyes were calm as he looked at Dumbledore opposite him, accepting Dumbledore's concerns about his power.
"I know what you're worried about, Headmaster," he replied to Dumbledore, his eyes calm. "I will use it carefully."
Mohn's words caused Dumbledore's expression to change slightly.
His gaze was fixed on Moen, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss.
From Moen's determined gaze, I also sensed an unprecedented confidence, and I felt that a new era was about to begin!
He considered using Legilimency, but ultimately gave up.
He sighed softly.
The child in front of us cannot be treated the same way as before; we need to guide him gradually.
Moen didn't say anything more to Dumbledore.
Now that Dumbledore knew of his power and the existence of Horcruxes.
So now it's his turn to take action!
His figure flashed in the darkness and disappeared into the principal's office.
Dumbledore was left alone, gazing silently at the bright full moon outside the window.