Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"What are you thinking now, Albus?" Moody added a new wound to his face, but nothing serious. "It's impossible to stick to Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts doesn't have a power supply system like the Ministry of Magic?" Scrimgeour frowned. "Its defenses are subtle and complex, but they won't last long."

"I'm not going to stick to Hogwarts, I'm going to give it up." Dumbledore shook his head: "Move all the students in the school, even the house elves, it can indeed be ten days and a half months, but if even the students If you can't protect your life, what kind of school is there?"

"Could it be..."

"I can only run away, hide elsewhere for a while, and when my injuries are healed, I'll find a way to retake the Ministry of Magic in the same way as Voldemort," Dumbledore said apologetically: "Rufus, what do you think? ?"

"No, I only know that the other staff of the Ministry of Magic don't care, but if the Auror takes refuge in the Death Eaters, he will definitely have no good fruit to eat. Those who are willing to hide and hide, and those who are willing to follow me to resist, follow me!"

All the Aurors present expressed their willingness to continue to follow Scrimgeour. They had killed too many Death Eaters, including some of the great pureblood families. Don’t even think about surrendering and getting normal treatment in the past. The best outcome is to actively or passively abolish Occlumency, and then be controlled by the Imperius Curse.

"Okay, I guess they will come to surround Hogwarts again at dawn tomorrow... Let's prepare first, we will leave before dawn." Dumbledore nodded, "Let's go first, Severus, And Gilderoy, come with me to the principal's office."

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"How badly are you injured?" Snape followed behind Dumbledore, and asked yin and yang, "It seems that he is in a very bad state."

"It's very heavy... Severus, it can't be cured!" Dumbledore shook his head, and he had a sense of freedom. No matter how Snape asked, he didn't speak again. until you enter the principal's office.

Walking behind the desk, Dumbledore slumped into the chair, giving the impression that the strongest white wizard who was the backbone of everyone just now was just a disguise. Phoenix Fox uttered an uneasy tweet. It was sensitive to find Dumbledore badly wounded, and seemed to be asking Dumbledore if he needed his tears.

"Now, you can tell me what kind of injury you suffered." Snape stood in front of Dumbledore and turned to look at Lockhart: "You took out the Philosopher's Stone."

Lockhart was at a loss for words. Just as he was about to explain to them that the Philosopher's Stone was given away by him,

Dumbledore spoke first: "I'm helpless. The last spell I used just now was the forbidden spell."

"Ao Blast Nova?" Lockhart raised his eyebrows, no wonder, he wondered for a while, with the explosive power of the caster displayed by the spell, Dumbledore should have defeated Voldemort long ago. , why should it be used until the end.

"Yes, this spell hit Voldemort directly. Although he was prepared, I can guarantee that he must be injured." Dumbledore nodded weakly: "But I was injured more seriously. That spell was cast by me using my life force. It came out—if I had to treat it with a magic stone, I am afraid that when I fully recovered, I would have turned into a squib."

"It's amazing, Mr. Headmaster, I said how could so many Aurors Apparate back smoothly under the Dark Lord's eyelids." Snape praised: "It turns out that you sacrificed your health to protect them, It's touching...but I don't think it's worth it."

"I don't need any means to hurt Voldemort, and I can't run back. In this case, it's better to sacrifice yourself. Anyway, it's a waste, isn't it?"

"So what?" Lockhart asked. "How long will it take for you to recover enough to fight, and where are we hiding?"

"You still won't accept the truth, Gilderoy - I'm helpless..." Dumbledore coughed lightly and shook his head. "Of course I could hide and hang on for a while. But it's pointless, and Why don't you do something with this life..."

Lockhart felt that the last straw had been taken away, and he realized that even though he had saved Dumbledore once with the Philosopher's Stone, it was still going to happen—

"Severus, I want you to kill me later to gain Voldemort's trust."

Fox could understand their conversation, and he screeched sharply, as if in disapproval of Dumbledore's opinion, but Dumbledore waved it to silence.

"What?" Snape couldn't keep his dead face anymore, and a panic expression quickly appeared on his face: "Why!"

"I'm helpless anyway, is there a quicker way to gain his trust, Severus?" Dumbledore shook his head weakly, as if discussing not his own life, but a commonplace Family matters: "Voldemort's trust in you has dropped to the lowest point. At this time, you killed the person he feared the most and helped him capture Hogwarts without bloodshed. Is there anything more creditable than this?"

"Well said, but I refuse!" Snape blurted out, "Don't you think your request is too much, I will kill you, and then I will bear all the infamy, if you are not careful, I will really become With a loyal and down-to-earth Death Eater, you can never be whitewashed?"

"You must do it," said Dumbledore firmly.

"You're ordering me?" said Snape angrily. "Can't your smart brain imagine or realize that I really don't want to do this, why isn't someone else doing it? You put So many things are taken for granted!"

"I can imagine... but this matter is not negotiable, you promised me more than ten years ago." Dumbledore said without doubt, and made no secret of his commanding tone: "You will do anything for me. thing, Severus."

Snape was speechless. He was restricted by this unbreakable oath. The owner of this oath now asked himself to kill him. After doing this, he would become a free man. He should be happy, but... ... Snape suddenly noticed that there was another person in the room.

"Gidro, you have nothing to say about that!" Snape gave Lockhart a look, telling him to dissuade the old man.

"Guidero obviously thinks more and sees farther than you. He doesn't say anything because he thinks my method is right." Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction.

Where does Lockhart see more long-term? He couldn't think of any way to convince the old guy to drop the plan, he had no reason to stop him, he was now thinking about who could protect Dumbledore after he died, who should he listen to, Moody or Scrimgeour ? Or should I just flee abroad? But Pandora's family is controlled by Voldemort, and she will never run away with her.

"Mr. Principal." Lockhart said dryly: "It's really inappropriate for you to treat your life as a pawn like this...it's inappropriate."

"Do you have any better way?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "If so, you can tell me, I'm not so perverted that I have to beg for death."

Although Lockhart has a good brain and good grades in his school days, he has never been his strong point in coming up with ideas - he is used to copying and using other people's work: "Maybe you can ask Hermione, she..."

"You can't let the children know about this, they can't keep it a secret at all, the fewer people who know, the better, so that Severus is safer." Dumbledore rejected the proposal: "I even connect Alastor and Rufus is hiding it from them!"

"Then why don't you just hide it from me!" said Lockhart angrily, although he knew the whole thing even if he didn't hide it from him.

"Because I want you to do something very important..." Hearing this sentence, Dumbledore knew that he had persuaded Lockhart: "A task that must be done by someone who knows the situation."

"what?"

"Take my wand."

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Lockhart was silent for a while, shouldn't Dumbledore take this wand into the grave? He was mentally prepared to go to the grave to get this wand. "You mean, Elder Wand?"

Dumbledore couldn't continue to pretend to be a master. He made no secret of his surprise: "Gidero, you have a lot of knowledge, which surprised me again... You already knew this was the Elder Wand, right?"

"Uh, when you said last time that you managed to defeat the Chinese wizard with the help of foreign objects, I doubted it." Lockhart quickly tried to explain, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want to ask more.

"That's easy, I think you must understand the magic of it, and I don't need to explain it." Dumbledore seemed happy to say a few words less: "Olivander likes to talk about wands and masters. Mutual selection, but that's just a business method to deliberately demystify magic wands. In the final analysis, it is the wizard who chooses the wand that suits him. A wizard can use anyone's wand, and after a period of time, he can exert his great strength. If that person's personality and spellcasting habits are similar to the owner of the wand, then he can completely use another person's wand as his own."

After a pause for a few seconds, Dumbledore raised his hand laboriously, holding the arm of the wand and raising it to the table: "—but this is different, who did it and how, although I have some ideas, but It's impossible to say for sure, but it's probably the only wand in the world that can truly recognize its master, and it won't attack its master."

"I know that only after defeating or killing the previous owner, will it become a new owner." Lockhart nodded.

"The Deathly Hallows?" Snape had apparently heard of it too.

"Yes, but why should I take it?" Lockhart asked.

"I have an idea, let this wand recognize you as master, and then find a way to let Voldemort get this wand, he can never beat you with this wand..."

"This method is too ridiculous, although Gilderoy is very famous, but I know what kind of thing he is!" Snape unceremoniously exposed Lockhart: "His strength is at most similar to me, he is very Probably killed by other Death Eaters without seeing the Dark Lord!"

"That's right, Mr. Principal, this idea is too ridiculous... Without the luck of God's help, it is impossible to succeed." Lockhart did not dare to show his strength at this time: "I am not the savior, the mysterious man must kill me personally. …”

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(Seeking a recommendation ticket... Seeking a chapter like a dime) (To be continued.)