Chapter 9
The Purpose of Alvis Aoi
The Purpose of Alvis Aoi
Alvis sat at Professor Deeply’s chair. He looked around the office with a deep grin in his face. The former headmasters of Hogwarts looked at him with disgust and frustration; not one of them wanted to talk to him. At some moments, Phineas Nigellus Black would make a spitting sound and glare at him. However, though majority of the headmasters looked at him as if he was an insect, one did not. But despite not wearing the usual reaction of the other headmasters, it was the one that greatly annoyed him. The man who had long beard and half-moon spectacles was Albus Dumbledore.
He looked at him thoroughly, as if he’s viewing his soul inside his body. “Well, it’s nice to see you, Alvis Aoi.” He said in a slow and calm voice.
“Good too see you again, Professor Dumbledore.” Alvis said and then paused. “I’m sorry about last time. I’ve been busy at Deeply and Dana that I barely had time to talk to you.”
“Busy putting the Imperius curse on Deeply and gravely injuring his Deputy Headmistress then?”
Alvis gave off a cold chuckle. “Why yes, professor! I’ve always been amused of your, cleverness.”
Dumbledore smiled at him. “You’ve always been an interesting boy, Alvis.”
He glared at the old man with deep loathing. It was as if a barrier shattered and released all the madness within and cascaded towards Dumbledore. “What do you know, you senile old fool?” He hissed at the former headmaster.
“Well, did you think I had my eyes set for Harry all those times?” He asked in a polite tone despite the harshness shown to him by Alvis. “I was still the headmaster, you know.”
“Madness! This is madness, I say!” Phineas yelled at the top of his lungs. “Dumbledore! I thought you had more sense now that you’re dead and hanging there! Despicable! You even entertain that madman?!”
Dumbledore raised his hands to the other headmaster to settle things down, as the other former heads began to yell and shout also. After a brief moment of struggle with waving his hands, the men calmed down leaving them breathless and panting.
“Well, Phineas and the rest, I am fairy aware that this man just intruded this office and put an Imperius curse on him but we surely want to know his true purpose is…” Dumbledore said.
“NO! WE HAVE NO TIME FOR THAT RUBBISH, DUMBLEDORE!” Phineas yelled and once again, the former heads began to follow him, flooding the entire office of voices of protest and anger. Alvis, however, was not reacting at their behaviors.
Suddenly, Alvis raised his hands with only his index finger outstretched. The men were engulfed in silence and irritation. “My purpose, you ask, Dumbledore?”
The blue eyes that twinkled behind the half-moon spectacles smiled.
“It is my mission to take over the Wizarding community. But that’s not all! I am, of course, scared of figures that may in fact, be stronger than myself. Yes indeed, I am scared. But when a person is scared, what does he do? What does that person do when scared? To the frail of mind, they would falter and crumple in a corner and grumble horrible things to take off the subject in his mind. However, to the strong of mind, he will find a way to overcome that fear; he will do things that will help him cope with the subject.
“And that’s what I am doing now! I am scared of being beaten. I am scared that someone will beat me like what happened to Lord Voldemort! I am scared that a single person might be coming before me and battle my power and then drop… dead.”
Dumbledore put up his finger in his mouth and was deep in thought. Moments of silence passed between the portrait and the madman, he suddenly gave off a faint sigh. He stared at Alvis’ eyes for as long as he could before he continued with his explanation of his purpose.
“Yes, Dumbledore,” Alvis said, looking extremely enlightened. “I want to be strong. Not just strong, but strong among the rest! But to become strong, I need strong people who can join my cause. I need people who can beat every people who threaten my mission!”
Phineas scoffed. “Immature! Naïve! What do you think of this world, a playground where anyone could go and be king?!”
Dumbledore made a hushing sound, trying to stop the other head from speaking further. Phineas on the other hand, glared at the old man and added a disgusted look. “You would prefer to listen to this man instead of us?! Are you barking mad, Dumbledore?!”
“Please, Phineas. Everyone deserves to be heard…”
Giving a short cough to grab the attention of the other headmasters, Alvis walked towards them with a very creepy and eerie grin on his face. “I am not being naïve nor immature, Professor Black. But I am playing clever and smart. I am not engaging in a world full of opposition if I am by myself. The strength I need are more than the strength of Aurors and Ministry officials, I need more!”
Dumbledore’s lips smiled. “And that is exactly why Tom Riddle fell, Alvis.”
“BUT I AM NOT BLINDED BY FEAR! I AM SCARED BUT I KNOW WHAT TO DO! VOLDEMORT WAS NOTHING MORE BUT BLINDED BY THE FACT THAT AGAINST THE CHOSEN ONE, HE WILL EITHER LIVE NOR DIE! THE BOY HAD MORE STRENGTH IN FACING DEATH THAN HE DID!” Alvis yelled at them. Some headmasters flinched as they listened to him.
“Then, what is your true fear then, Alvis?”
Alvis turned his back at them and then head towards Deep’s desk. He sat down and rested his head. Then, he turned his head and faced the other headmasters with a streak of mad happiness in his face. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
“I do not fear, dying. But I fear… dying bearing the shame of being beaten, being weak. I do not want to die with my face written the fact that I am weak and despicable.”
“Then, how can you reach your goal if in the end, you need help from others?” Dumbledore asked in a strange tone.
Alvis laughed. “What? No! I will not ask help… I will never ask help from anyone. Like I said, I am playing wise this time.” He finally said to them, and then followed sigh. “You’ll just have to wait and see the main course.”
He looked at him thoroughly, as if he’s viewing his soul inside his body. “Well, it’s nice to see you, Alvis Aoi.” He said in a slow and calm voice.
“Good too see you again, Professor Dumbledore.” Alvis said and then paused. “I’m sorry about last time. I’ve been busy at Deeply and Dana that I barely had time to talk to you.”
“Busy putting the Imperius curse on Deeply and gravely injuring his Deputy Headmistress then?”
Alvis gave off a cold chuckle. “Why yes, professor! I’ve always been amused of your, cleverness.”
Dumbledore smiled at him. “You’ve always been an interesting boy, Alvis.”
He glared at the old man with deep loathing. It was as if a barrier shattered and released all the madness within and cascaded towards Dumbledore. “What do you know, you senile old fool?” He hissed at the former headmaster.
“Well, did you think I had my eyes set for Harry all those times?” He asked in a polite tone despite the harshness shown to him by Alvis. “I was still the headmaster, you know.”
“Madness! This is madness, I say!” Phineas yelled at the top of his lungs. “Dumbledore! I thought you had more sense now that you’re dead and hanging there! Despicable! You even entertain that madman?!”
Dumbledore raised his hands to the other headmaster to settle things down, as the other former heads began to yell and shout also. After a brief moment of struggle with waving his hands, the men calmed down leaving them breathless and panting.
“Well, Phineas and the rest, I am fairy aware that this man just intruded this office and put an Imperius curse on him but we surely want to know his true purpose is…” Dumbledore said.
“NO! WE HAVE NO TIME FOR THAT RUBBISH, DUMBLEDORE!” Phineas yelled and once again, the former heads began to follow him, flooding the entire office of voices of protest and anger. Alvis, however, was not reacting at their behaviors.
Suddenly, Alvis raised his hands with only his index finger outstretched. The men were engulfed in silence and irritation. “My purpose, you ask, Dumbledore?”
The blue eyes that twinkled behind the half-moon spectacles smiled.
“It is my mission to take over the Wizarding community. But that’s not all! I am, of course, scared of figures that may in fact, be stronger than myself. Yes indeed, I am scared. But when a person is scared, what does he do? What does that person do when scared? To the frail of mind, they would falter and crumple in a corner and grumble horrible things to take off the subject in his mind. However, to the strong of mind, he will find a way to overcome that fear; he will do things that will help him cope with the subject.
“And that’s what I am doing now! I am scared of being beaten. I am scared that someone will beat me like what happened to Lord Voldemort! I am scared that a single person might be coming before me and battle my power and then drop… dead.”
Dumbledore put up his finger in his mouth and was deep in thought. Moments of silence passed between the portrait and the madman, he suddenly gave off a faint sigh. He stared at Alvis’ eyes for as long as he could before he continued with his explanation of his purpose.
“Yes, Dumbledore,” Alvis said, looking extremely enlightened. “I want to be strong. Not just strong, but strong among the rest! But to become strong, I need strong people who can join my cause. I need people who can beat every people who threaten my mission!”
Phineas scoffed. “Immature! Naïve! What do you think of this world, a playground where anyone could go and be king?!”
Dumbledore made a hushing sound, trying to stop the other head from speaking further. Phineas on the other hand, glared at the old man and added a disgusted look. “You would prefer to listen to this man instead of us?! Are you barking mad, Dumbledore?!”
“Please, Phineas. Everyone deserves to be heard…”
Giving a short cough to grab the attention of the other headmasters, Alvis walked towards them with a very creepy and eerie grin on his face. “I am not being naïve nor immature, Professor Black. But I am playing clever and smart. I am not engaging in a world full of opposition if I am by myself. The strength I need are more than the strength of Aurors and Ministry officials, I need more!”
Dumbledore’s lips smiled. “And that is exactly why Tom Riddle fell, Alvis.”
“BUT I AM NOT BLINDED BY FEAR! I AM SCARED BUT I KNOW WHAT TO DO! VOLDEMORT WAS NOTHING MORE BUT BLINDED BY THE FACT THAT AGAINST THE CHOSEN ONE, HE WILL EITHER LIVE NOR DIE! THE BOY HAD MORE STRENGTH IN FACING DEATH THAN HE DID!” Alvis yelled at them. Some headmasters flinched as they listened to him.
“Then, what is your true fear then, Alvis?”
Alvis turned his back at them and then head towards Deep’s desk. He sat down and rested his head. Then, he turned his head and faced the other headmasters with a streak of mad happiness in his face. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
“I do not fear, dying. But I fear… dying bearing the shame of being beaten, being weak. I do not want to die with my face written the fact that I am weak and despicable.”
“Then, how can you reach your goal if in the end, you need help from others?” Dumbledore asked in a strange tone.
Alvis laughed. “What? No! I will not ask help… I will never ask help from anyone. Like I said, I am playing wise this time.” He finally said to them, and then followed sigh. “You’ll just have to wait and see the main course.”
