Chapter 885 - Aftermath of Giant Attack Ⅴ (1/2)
Seeing the shaken state of Albus, Reginald waits patiently observing Albus until he sees the older wizard begin to return to the present from his thoughts. ”In ancient times, it was believed that names given at birth held great power over the child's future,” Reginald deliberately mused out loud.
”Albus for White,” Reginald bȧrėly refrained from smirking. ”Ah, yes, the great defeater of Grindelwald, but we both know that you are far from pure, Albus.”
”Percival for the great hero of legend that also means to Pierce,” Reginald coldly mocked. ”How very adequate in retrospect, have you not pierced through everything in your life, Dumbledore? Yes, just like a sharp, jagged lance that cannot distinguish between friend and foe.”
”Wulfric meaning Powerful,” Reginald murmured keeping an eye on the changing expressions and color of Dumbledore's face. ”And you are certainly powerful beyond any measure, Dumbledore. Ah yes, the greatest wizard of our time, so to speak.”
Dumbledore's face slowly begins to stiffen under the onslaught of Reginald Prince's words. ”Brian meaning High and Noble. It is almost sheer mockery, but then again, it was you, Dumbledore, who stated that you are that much more content to remain in your tower. Indeed, the Headmaster of Hogwarts has always been content to remain in his tower watching the world below him scurry around like ants. Yes, far too pure to descend down below and dirty his hands to fix the situation.”
Albus's blue eyes begin to glitter with bitter winter's cold. The childish spark had completely faded away, but true anger did not yet reign within them. And see it thus, Reginald continued to speak trying to stock the fire within Dumbledore's heart.
”And last but not least Dumbledore meaning Bumblebee,” Reginald loudly declared with a cold grin. ”A clever bee that flies in circles to fulfill its perceived dėsɨrės. A creature that can sting anyone including friend or foe who should cross their path or impede their goals.”
Albus's face tightened in anger, but his blue eyes could not hide his inner emotions that were guilt and old pain. He could not deny that which had been said of him. It was ironic, but Albus Dumbledore had been named very appropriately.
”Ah, you are irked, Professor Dumbledore,” Reginald deliberately taunted the elder wizard trying to rouse the old lion. ”Yet even to this day, you continue hideaway pretending to be a cowardly lion in that tower of yours despite possessing sufficient power to change the world for your own gain or for the betterment of others!”
Taking a breath, Reginald paused to allow his words to resonate for added emphasis. ”Despite all your confessions of weakness, Dumbledore, if you were truly as altruistic as you claim, you would have long ago given up your position as Chief Warlock of Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards.”
A cold grin begins to spread across Reginald's face at seeing a certain spark beginning to burn in Dumbledore's gaze. The seed had been successfully planted. ”You may lie to everyone else, Dumbledore, but we both know that a hungry lion still roars within you.”
Albus's face hardens and he no longer appears as the kindly Hogwarts Headmaster, but rather a fierce and still incredibly powerful wizard. ”Do not speak of that which you do not know, Prince!” A dreadful power and pressure begin to emanate from Dumbledore as if awakening from a long slumber.
”Much better,” Reginald acknowledged with a gleaming grin. ”This is who you truly are, Dumbledore, and the sooner you acknowledge the truth the better it shall be for all of us.”
”I shan't ask again, Prince!” Albus hissed. ”What is that you dėsɨrė?!”