"Hey, if you continue to sleep, you will miss it."

The familiar voice sounded in his ears, causing Jon to open his eyes.

He was currently sitting in the carriage, which was Hagrid's driving seat. In the small cabinet in front of him, Jon even found half of the rock biscuits he had eaten and half of them left.

The carriage was galloping, and the eight Thestrals were spreading their wings like bat wings and running with the help of the wind.

Surrounded by endless white roses, the whole world seemed to be occupied by these flowers. No matter how fast or how far the carriage ran, these were the only things he could see.

An old hand brought him a glass of lemonade. Bubbles were rising from the transparent liquid, and there was a bright lemon slice pinned to the rim of the glass.

"It's perfect to have a cup of this at this time. Let me look for it. Hagrid's is usually hidden here... Well, you probably won't like the rock-fart skin pie, then...

...Hey, how about a small cream cake.

Dumbledore also placed the small cake in front of Jon. He held the reins with both hands and looked at the endless whiteness in front of him, with a comfortable and soothing smile on his face.

Jon rubbed his forehead, which was where Voldemort had just pressed hard. He turned to look at Dumbledore, who had never seen him so relaxed before, and finally chose to pick up the glass of lemonade first.

"Did we meet in the world of the dead? Professor."

"If you used the power of the Three Sacred Artifacts, then we will indeed meet here."

Dumbledore shook the reins to slow down the Thestrals, and then picked up the lemonade in front of him.

He leaned comfortably on Hagrid's large seat and looked at Jon.

"I always emphasize love to Riddle, but for you, you love a little too much, Jon."

"Too much?"

Jon took a small spoonful of the fresh cream from the small cake and put it into his mouth. The satisfying sweetness made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Yes, love is dedication, selflessness, and willingness to give, but we can't spend every moment of our thoughts on others, right?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Riddle's desire makes everything he does only serve himself. You are exactly the opposite of him. Many times, what you do is for others."

Jon turned to look at him in confusion.

"Is not it good?"

"Once anything is extreme, it will not have a good result. Sometimes you should think about it for yourself."

Dumbledore murmured, his eyes already shifting away from Jon and looking at the sky in front of him.

Jon followed his gaze and looked over. In the blue sky where there was no sun but it was still tomorrow, a shining meteor appeared at some point!

Meteors covered half of the sky. They swayed with long tails, passing through the sky from an unknown number of meters, and finally disappeared at the edge of the white roses.

"These are the souls of the dead." Dumbledore said softly. "Those who have no nostalgia for the living world will use this as the starting point to start a new journey."

Jon looked around in surprise.

"We are now..."

"We?" Dumbledore laughed, "We haven't reached the starting point yet!"

He took hold of the reins again.

"So, do you want to think about it for yourself? You have done enough. Let them solve the matters in the living world by themselves. How about we look at other things here?"

Dumbledore extended an invitation to Jon.

The meteor shower seemed to be boundless, and it really was like heavy rain constantly streaking across the sky.

Jon looked at the sky in a daze, as if he was thinking about Dumbledore's words seriously.

Indeed, since he came to this world, it seems that he has been running around all the time, on the carriage, in Hogwarts Castle, on the ship, in the North Pole, in Durmstrang, in the Triwizard Tournament...

..

It seems that he decides everything by himself, but not everything is purely for himself.

But in the end, Jon shook his head.

"Sorry, Professor, I don't think I've got anything done yet."

Dumbledore didn't seem to want to continue persuading him. He just stood up from his seat, waved the reins in his hand, and suddenly threw it towards the meteor shower on the horizon!

The reins seemed to be infinitely long, constantly extending towards the horizon.

Jon followed the reins and looked over, but found that he couldn't see where it would end up.

"There is no need to apologize. Students will always have their own ideas. As a professor, of course I will not hinder their own wishes. As long as they do not harm others, I will tell them to go ahead and do it."

Dumbledore turned his head and handed the reins to Jon with a smile.

"Since you choose to love others, Jon, you must also believe that the people you love will love you too. The strength they give you contains expectations, right? Don't reject these expectations. They are not a drag on you, nor are they a drag on you.

I will never be a burden to you."

Jon looked into Dumbledore's eyes. This old naughty boy who was over a hundred years old winked at him. He laughed dumbly. He obviously understood what Dumbledore meant, but he still complained.

"Your riddles are always so annoying, Professor."

"Sometimes life needs a little fun twist."

Jon took the reins, and he could clearly feel that there was a force on the other end of the rope that was trying to pull him out of the carriage.

Unable to resist this force, he staggered two steps toward the edge of the carriage.

Jon tried his best to stabilize his body, but he still did not let go of the reins that were pulling harder and harder. He looked at Dumbledore's sapphire blue eyes that seemed to be always clear and bright.

"Will you walk down by yourself? Professor."

Dumbledore waved his hand at him and just smiled.

Jon could no longer contend with that force. The other end of the reins took him flying away from the carriage, rushing towards the vast sky and the meteors falling like a heavy rain!

The speeding Hogwarts carriage became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and soon turned into a black dot. Finally, he could no longer find its shadow among the white roses on the entire land!

Jon passed through the star shower and the blue sky. The whole world seemed to shrink before his eyes, and finally fell into a silent darkness.

Then, those complicated thoughts flooded into his mind again, and the constant whispering seemed to drive him crazy!

Jon stopped tearing at the black mist that was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was about to completely solidify and seal. He calmed down and tried very seriously to hear what those whispers were saying.

"..."

"......so sad......"

"...It's really sad..."

"...Dad said mom would come back in the future...but I know she is gone forever...she died at the end to protect the students of Hogwarts.

....."

"...Why wasn't I the one left..."

"...Pomona...you shouldn't have let me go..."

"You are the best Hufflepuff Headmaster..."

"...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, Dedalo...I couldn't take you out of that prison alive..."

"...Ah...it's a perfect starry sky...it's intoxicating..."

Listening to the all-too-familiar voices and the sad and soft tone, Jon no longer felt any noise at all.

These are their most unforgettable past and their most anticipated vision for the future.

These emotions will not have any impact on Jon, because what they expect is what Jon expects.

Finally, the voice stopped at the kiss under the moonlight.

"Please...Jon...must be safe...please..."

The fusion of the two Voldemorts' wills created a situation where he stood at the top of the wizarding world.

At this time, Jon, who was being expected by countless wills, no longer knew what kind of situation he was in now.

When he stopped rejecting, let go of his thoughts, took the initiative to accept, and understood those complicated emotions, he discovered that everything was actually here.

Everyone he loves also loves him.

The most essential power was mobilizing his magic power, and the black mist that had completely restrained him quietly melted away like ice and snow under the sun.

He cut off his right arm, thinking that he had defeated all Voldemorts, and suddenly turned his head in shock to look at Jon who reappeared from the black mist.

"Tom Riddle, you owe many people and many precious things, and it's time to repay your debts."

Jon stood under the clouds, looking at Voldemort and stretching out one of his hands.

Countless spells appeared in his mind. Now, as long as he thought about it, no matter which one he used, he could produce the most fundamental change in the world. And the Voldemort in front of him was like a man with unparalleled will.

A small boat in a tsunami is as insignificant.

Soon, as if everyone made a joint decision, a spell came out of Jon's mouth.

"Expelliarmus."

This spell is like a mantra. The moment it comes out of Jon's mouth, everything in Voldemort's body that can cause harm to the outside world, magic, wands, black mist, even the sharp and sharp nails on his hands that have not been trimmed for a long time.
To be continued...