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"I'm not like you, Tierra." Dumbledore said in a lamenting tone, "Your life is perfect, with no scars that never heal... nothing to regret for a lifetime. "

"You mean your sister and Mr. Grindelwald?" Tierra asked back.

"Yes, Tierra, it was they, my sister...Ariana...whose loss has always left me heartbroken and regretful..." Dumbledore said He nodded and said, "As for Grindelwald... My relationship with him is even more complicated. We used to be close friends who talked about everything, comrades who fought together, but in the end..."

"Principal Dumbledore...you should know that if you want, I can—" Tierra suggested.

"No, no, no need." Dumbledore refused, "What happened to us has already happened, no matter how smooth the wall has been nailed, it can't change the fact that the wall has been scarred. "

"We can't arbitrarily change the past just because we have learned this magic. Our lives are not those video games, and our lives should not set save points." Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore's words revealed a deep sense of guilt and remorse.

He understood Tierra's good intentions, but Dumbledore rejected the proposal because he knew that imperfections that could not change the past were part of life.

"You are a god." Dumbledore continued, "He should be more vague than any of you, what is the anchor point of personality, and what defines you as you."

"Your dear sister Ariana...and your victorious best friend Dumbledore, we are all important characters in your life, our existence and experience have shaped you into who you are, you Your past defines who you are."

"Life is a video game, it's a replay again and again." Grindel looked at Tierra less, with hesitation and determination in his eyes. "You have to face your past, accept and forgive your inaccuracies."

"Huh?" Young Master Grindel asked heavily.

There was still a long silence to answer Grindel's lack of answer.

Ever since I became a god, Tierra hasn't done that kind of action for a long time.

"You understand." Tierra said with her eyes closed, "You understand, thank you for your advice, you almost stepped on the right path again."

Tierra opened her mouth, but then closed it heavily, knowing why, what Mr. Grindel said to me today made Tierra feel like I had nothing to say.

"Haste makes speed, my dear student." Grindel said with a smile, like an amiable old man, "Haste makes speed, that's a Chinese proverb, he should be more vague than you It means that although you know what he is rushing about, your suggestion is... Come up quickly, hurry up."

The answer to Yang Shaoyong was the silence from Tierra.

"His mentality has changed, Tierra." Master Grindel looked at Tierra deeply through the crescent-shaped lens and said, "In his eyes, you, Harry, are no one else. A living person, a former comrade-in-arms? Or a tool?"

"You understand." A long time ago, Tierra let out a foul breath, leaned against the back of the chair, and rubbed her eyebrows heavily—