They could feel it within their soul itself, not just their mana cores, their magic itself was now connected, which should be impossible, as magic was the energy created by existence itself, that means that everything that exists has it's own unique magic, be it strong or weak, light or dark... hell even pink or monkey shaped! No two existing beings should possess the exact same magic, and yet...
The two watched in fascinated awe, as their magics, their very own fuel of existence connected, mixed, and balanced itself, making them both freeze then shudder for a moment, before blacking out.
[Meanwhile on NAME- I mean...IN HOGWARTS...yeeeaaah...]
*Albus Percival George Jacob Martha Wulfric Charlotte Brian Bumblidore POV*
At that exact moment, the principal of the most prestigious *cough* rundown *cough* school of magic in the world was happily savoring his lemon drops one at a time as he thought to himself and reminisced about the past, and more precisely about young Harry.
'That' Night he made a very hard choice by leaving the boy with his aunt and uncle, as he couldn't risk him getting kidnapped or killed by one of Tom's followers, he did entertain the idea that maybe he would be happier here in the magical world, and was tempted many times to just take him to Hogwarts or even under his own guardianship.
But he was ultimately convinced by Arabella's reports on the boy's condition.
Despite being a bit on the bigger side he was clearly happy and was constantly being spoiled by his aunt and uncle, he did at times wonder why she described him as a blonde, or why there was no mention of the lad's cousin, but he didn't dwell on it and simply decided to celebrate...again with another lemon drop.
He guessed the best course of action would be to train the boy in some elaborate way when he comes in a year, when he arrives here, to prepare him for the challenges to come.
"..I wonder if I could 'borrow' the stone from Nicolas ?...Hehehe"
Eyes twinkling excitedly, bumblebarf reached his hand again, but, as he was about to take another treat..
*POWWW*
About half his office and librairy lit up in flames... to be more precise...it was the monitoring instruments tied to Harry...
'Oh dear'... he absently though, more focused on watching the ashes of half his now flaming beard mingle with his now flaming precious lemon drops, a touch of sorrow in his dazed eyes...
After a few moments for his senile brain to reboot and refocus, he quickly took care of the mess of his office and beard...
To be continued...
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Hey guys, I just wanna say thank you for reading this and sorry if I take too long to post, I only write when I feel like it or have new ideas.
I wanted to show my version of Dumbledore,
An old man with a lot of power and good intentions but senile and stupid, lacking common sense... but a good man nonetheless...Just...well stupid and unaware of his mistakes, since, as 'THE Albus Dumbledore!!' nobody but the Death Eaters would point them out to him...and we don't listen to those.