The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Speaking of injecting life force, Dumbledore immediately thought of his old friend Nico Flamel. Is there anything more replenishing vitality than a magic stone?

There's just a very troublesome thing...

That is that Nico Flamel has completely gone into seclusion, and even he cannot contact him.

He completely cut off contact with the outside world and destroyed most of the magic stones, leaving only a small reserve to settle some affairs during his lifetime. The couple are now most likely dead.

Dumbledore felt dizzy. He would never accept Hermione's death due to an accident, which would likely cause a catastrophe in the wizarding world.

He saw clearly that Tom was a very indifferent person, and all his thoughts were focused on Hermione. Dumbledore couldn't even imagine what Tom would become if Hermione had some shortcomings - he could cultivate another Dark Lord if he wasn't careful.

When the time comes, the entire magical world will be buried with Hermione!

Once Hermione dies, Tom will become an extremely difficult problem. Perhaps the best way for Dumbledore to deal with this is to kill him off guard.

But Dumbledore couldn't do this kind of thing, he wasn't that kind of person. As for imprisoning Tom, that's even more impossible. Azkaban was his home base, and returning there felt like home. As for expecting him to imprison himself like Grindelwald, he might as well expect to pick up the Resurrection Stone and resurrect Hermione!

Dumbledore felt like his head was getting bigger. At this time, Professor McGonagall gently pulled the corner of his robe and pursed his lips towards the hospital bed. Dumbledore looked over and found Hermione looking at them with wide eyes.

Dumbledore and the three of them looked at Hermione, making Hermione feel a little embarrassed. She shrank down slightly, letting the quilt cover her face.

After covering her face, she seemed to have gained a lot of courage, and timidly asked Dumbledore: "Professor Dumbledore...am I not going to live much longer?"

"Of course not. Professor Snape and I will definitely find a way. I also know many wizards. There will always be someone who can solve the problem." Dumbledore tucked Hermione's quilt, comforted Hermione, and let Don't be too nervous, little girl.

Snape looked away. He knew exactly what Dumbledore said. He was just comforting Hermione! How could other wizards in the magical world be able to solve a curse that neither he nor he could solve? At most, it's just to extend Hermione's life for a while.

As for Professor McGonagall, she almost burst into tears. Tears were welling up in her eyes, as if they would well up in the next second.

Hermione was so smart. She tasted some different meanings from Dumbledore's words. Combined with what she overheard after waking up, she had a rough understanding of her situation.

Hermione fell silent when she thought that her life had entered a countdown.

Finally, in an uncomfortable silence, Hermione spoke slowly.

"Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Please speak." Dumbledore immediately pricked up his ears. Now even if Hermione wanted to read all the books in the restricted area, he would agree without hesitation. Although McGonagall and Snape did not speak, they also braced themselves to listen to what Hermione was going to say next.

"I hope you keep this secret from Tom and don't tell him about this." Hermione said seriously, looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes. This time, it was Dumbledore's turn to look away guiltily.

"If he knows that I am not going to die soon, he will definitely be very sad and sad - I don't want to see this. I hope he can be happy." Hermione's voice was very low and soft, but heavy and loud. It clicked in the hearts of the three professors, making them shocked.

"I still have several years to live, and there is no problem in accompanying him until graduation." Hermione tried her best to show a bright smile, which made the three of them feel heartbroken.

However, neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Snape dared to agree easily, so they both looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore thought for a while and finally nodded: "I will keep it a secret... until I find a way to cure you."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when Dumbledore gave her assurance. She really didn't know how to face Tom who knew the truth.

It's good now. The two of them spent the rest of their school careers happily like this. When graduation was approaching, they could just find a reason to dump him.

Just let me be that bad girl!

Tom, you have to find a way to forget me and live a good life, taking my share of...

Hermione couldn't help but shed tears as she thought about their future. Seeing this, Dumbledore and the other two professors quietly walked out of the ward, leaving Hermione some time alone.

Tom, who was at the center of the storm, had no idea that he was about to face something extremely painful. Although he was a little anxious in his heart at this time, he was still honest and took his younger brothers to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. With Dumbledore's letter of guarantee, he took away Rabastan, who was recuperating there.

Now he was standing in front of the gate of Gringotts.

Before arriving at his destination, he changed into human form, so the atmosphere at the scene was a bit strange: a wizard wearing a bone mask stood at the foot of the steps of Gringotts, with hundreds of dementors behind him. Like dark clouds covering the sun, they covered the sky in Diagon Alley.

Tom looked at the luxurious facade of Gringotts with some emotion in his heart. He never thought that one day he would lead "people" to surround this bank.

[If someone wants to rob Gringotts, he must be crazy]

"Tsk!" Tom savored this sentence, "Maybe I have gone crazy! I hope this trip goes well." He thought in his heart that if possible, he did not want to use force to solve the problem.

The goblins of Gringotts had long noticed this unkind guest. Then several fully armed goblin guards appeared at the door of Gringotts. They looked at Tom warily, and from time to time looked at the dementors in the sky with vigilant eyes.

Of course they have heard of this evil and crazy dark creature. They had contacted the Ministry of Magic as soon as the Dementors appeared, and now all they could do was wait until the Aurors arrived and put a halter on their mad dog.

If they or that weird wizard wants to mess around, they must make him understand that private property is sacrosanct! No one can act wild in Gringotts!

Tom ignored the looks of the guards and let the two dementors help Rabastan up the steps.

Sure enough, the goblins moved.

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Good night.