Knowing all this and refusing to receive a new bloodline gift in five or seven years? I'm no fool. That's why I didn't get hysterical and start spitting saliva, and I didn't break the connection, to which I'm constantly adding about a quarter to a fifth of the magical powers to strengthen and speed up the process. This reduces the time I used to spend on meditation and astral walks, but it's worth it.
Anyway, in the course of the conversation, I learned from her reservations that the witch's spirit sacredly honors the contract, but only just. Her "initiative" to provide me with the ingredients earlier was a direct result of her direct obligation to teach me her art.
And I, the fool, thought the other way around. As she put it, the situation was not dangerous for me, and it would be even better if I had heirs earlier. I listened to her under a light trance so as not to exorcise the bitter essence which, as it turns out, hates ALL gifted people in general and cannot forgive their pain in life. It turns out that I can't expect any initiative from her, and she can and will look at any situation with poisons and potions from her own point of view.
Do I need this? No. What's in it for me? Let's take the last example with Ternier. I didn't make a decision right away, because emotions can make a lot of things happen. After some thought, I remembered that I had recently received a geological survey report on my lands, which showed a system of damp caves with streams running through them. The solution came immediately: send Baa-san to grow magic mushrooms in those caves, and some simple amulets to help her.
That way, the ghost will be busy with important work and will not annoy me with her presence and inexplicable absence. For myself, using Miyazaki's notes, I welded a protective amulet — two earring-nails connected by a thin chain. They are placed in the bowl of each ear.
The functionality is wide enough to successfully monitor the health of body and mind, and the fact that the artifact is completely powered by the owner, in addition to being very voracious in terms of energy — a small price to pay for safety. So I found out that in the office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, nothing is left to chance.
After the traditional greetings and the almost ritual discussion of the weather in the kingdom over a cup of excellent tea, we finally got down to business. Of course, according to the unspoken rules, the older of the two began.
— Mr. Hoshino, your actions during the attack on the Quidditch World Cup fans have raised a number of questions for me. — I looked at the wizard with undisguised interest, but I kept my face. — And the first and most important question: Was it necessary to be so... bloody? Had you found no other way out? Or was it a conscious decision? — The "old man" narrowed his eyes slightly and took a sip from his cup.
— I'm not going to make excuses or apologies, I'm just going to explain why I did what I did. — I'd already said the same thing to the Aurors, so the flicker of displeasure in the Headmaster's eyes didn't affect me at all. — All people think and act differently. Philosophy, sophistry, rhetoric... — he twirled his brush in the air with a skeptical expression on his face. — All of it expresses only the goals, the values, the way of thinking of a certain person, or his ability to dominate the rest by "setting things right". — I pause and look into the Sorcerer Supreme's eyes. — I don't think a villain would ever listen to the words of logic of a weaker man. Power has always decided everything in this world, and if you try to convince a villain, he will laugh in your face and then cast Crucio to prove his point. I believe that there are people who are able to perceive the surrounding reality through the mind, and there are those who can only do so through pain and suffering.
— But it was not necessary to maim, much less take a life.... — Dumbledore shook his head.
— You're right. — I wanted to say something like, 'They should have been sent to the sacrificial altars,' but I thought that would be too much and my 'joke' wouldn't be appreciated. — They all deserved to die. — The headmaster almost interrupted me. — I saw what happened because of their fault. — He spoke more harshly without taking his eyes off me. — I've seen people literally trampled in panic. I've seen them torment people for fun. And to forgive people like that? Pity? They didn't pity anyone. And if my hand had wavered and they had escaped, how would I feel knowing that they'd continue to do the same thing to the innocent? It's better this way. — Throughout my monologue, I had the feeling that the director was cautiously trying to read my "higher" thoughts and emotions, a feeling like a cat scratching at the door.
— You're too young, Mr. Hoshino, for your hotheadedness to lead you to such conclusions. The world is more complicated than it seems at first glance... much more complex. — The headmaster sighed heavily, shook his head, and looked at me as if I were a child with the wisdom of old age.
Oh and how much I wanted to respond to these words, but I cannot. Like in a movie: "As one of my late friends said, "I knew too much...", so I will not mindlessly flutter my tongue.