Chapter 754： I'm different from you

He said casually, "It's just dozens of brutal giants, they killed each other cleanly, I just got rid of the remaining bits."

George smiled contemptuously, "If you really have any opinion on giants, what did you do a few years ago? What did you do with the time I gave you?"

He has no affection for Dumbledore, who is full of fantasies, but does nothing. If Dumbledore really did something, he could still look up at Dumbledore a few times.

But Dumbledore didn't do anything. All equality stayed in his mouth and in his head. Such an act really made people look down upon.

George said disapprovingly, "Time is not wasted by me. The disappearance of giants is a destined ending decades ago. They have been killing each other, even if I don't take action, they will Dead light."

He snorted, "You have enough time and you didn't do anything. I don't have much time, but I know what to do. I can save some Muggles and wizards if I act earlier."

"If I shoot later, more people will die in the hands of giants. I'm completely different from you. Keeping those giants as soldiers of Voldemort, I can't accept such a thing."

He said in a decisive tone, "One Hagrid can deal with two or three ordinary wizards, and a giant can beat at least two or three Hagrid. The transformed giant will only be more terrifying. Even if I don’t think about it for myself, I have to think about it for other wizards. I will never tolerate a large group of giants joining Voldemort's command."

"But this shouldn't be a genocide," Dumbledore argued. "Among those giants, some are persecuted. They don't want to succumb to Voldemort, they just have no choice."

"and then?"

George said impatiently, "Do I need to ask one by one, which of those giants are active cannibals and which ones are passive cannibals. Then I kill the giants who actively cannibalize, and the remaining passive cannibals Giants. I ask you to guard them to avoid them being tempted by Voldemort. Is this okay?"

"Ugh...."

Dumbledore sighed, "You have a better way, but you don't want to spend time and effort to help those giants." He believed that George must have a better way.

George said angrily and funny, "Dumbledore, what should I say about you? You are more and more like a child. I'm sorry, I don't sympathize with the giants, they kill, eat people, and think of themselves. Carnage, I would love to see them extinct."

George said quietly, "If they don't take refuge in Voldemort, I would rather see them fend for themselves. But since they are going to be enemies of the wizards, I don't mind speeding up their demise."

"What is your better way?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

George glanced at Dumbledore inexplicably, confirming that he was indeed asking this question.

He slowly explained, "I can capture all the giants, plant them with new memories, and let them learn basic common sense. Although this will not make them smart, it can reduce part of their wildness."

"Then why don't you do this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Obvious thing." George said disapprovingly, "I can't possibly waste my precious time on beasts that should die."

"Like you, you have never cared about giants for decades. Just because, to you, the fate of giants is not worth mentioning compared to the pleasure of wasting time." George said, seeing blood. Out of Dumbledore's hidden mind.

"I don't think the fate of giants is not worth mentioning, I just don't have this ability."

Dumbledore did not admit George's accusation. He argued, "I don't have the ability to plant permanent memories in giants' minds, but you have this ability, you could have done better."

George shook his head, "Don't be helpless. Even if the brains of giants are not comparable to human brains, it is not difficult to implant memories. This is a trick that Riddle mastered at the age of sixteen. You told me that? Ability to implant memories into giants?"

Dumbledore’s face remained the same, and he said calmly, “It’s not surprising that your ability and vision have far surpassed me. Although this seems very simple to you, it is huge to other wizards. People's strong magic resistance can make the implantation of memories very difficult."

"It's just difficult, right, it's not impossible, right." George immediately grasped the key in Dumbledore's words.

"All right."

Seeing that Dumbledore wanted to plead again, George interrupted his excuse.

"Even if I have this ability, it has nothing to do with what I should do." George said quietly, "I said I am never the same as you. I am not you. I have no intention of carrying the world on my back"

"Of course." He emphasized, "I don't even have it. After carrying the world on my back, I dislike it, and then I am awkward to do nothing."

George glanced at Dumbledore, "What I don't want to do, I never change my mind because of outside interference. What I want to do, I always go all out."

"The reason I will fight Voldemort is not because I have this responsibility, it is not my responsibility."

He said lightly, "The reason why I fight Voldemort is only because I have this ability. His thoughts and actions have threatened my interests."

He looked at Dumbledore with a nonchalant look, "Everything I do is out of my own will, not forced by the outside world. I neither evade responsibility nor take the initiative to bear My responsibility is completely different from you."

"Ugh......"

Dumbledore sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Stop talking about that, come and taste the cakes I made. I added dark chocolate and honey, which is suitable for some before bed."

Mrs. Weasley began to greet everyone for dessert to break the awkward atmosphere.

Everyone began to eat desserts again, slowly chatting about home.

No one will take the initiative to bring up those things, and the atmosphere will become happy again.

.....

In the afternoon of the next day, they went to visit Mr. Weasley again, this time led by Mad Eye and Lupin.

Because they weren't worried about Mr. Weasley's safety, they seemed much more relaxed on the road, and they were able to pay attention to the novelties in the Muggle shops on the street from time to time.

They soon arrived at St. Mungo. There were few vehicles along the way, and only some wizards who went to the hospital quietly walked on the quiet streets.