Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Remember your mission." Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this time, and the tip of the wand continuously overflowed with silvery white gas, as if it was a deterrent to the dementor not far in front of him.

Harry felt as if he had been pushed down the cliff by someone, falling endlessly, falling, but not falling to the end, the most painful memory in his mind was seduced.

"Don't move Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" "Go on one side, you stupid woman.. Go on the other side, now..." "Don't move Harry, please don't, take me there , Kill me—"

At this time, Harry's heart symbolized that the happy emotions were constantly being sucked away by evil creatures, and the terrifying memories kept tumbling and boiling in his mind.

Harry's body was trembling constantly, cold sweat was constantly streaming down his forehead, as if he was suffering from great pain.

The dementor is eager to absorb the few foods, and his taste has been cultivated enough. If he hadn't been hungry for almost a week, he would be interested in the bad quality food before him. Bong.

Dumbledore's forehead was constantly dripping with sweat. The sweat dripped down his sideburns and his long white beard to the ground, and the palm of his wand was shaking uncontrollably.

The dementor still feels unsatisfactory, and the hunger seems to swallow it completely.

It unbuckled its hood and gradually moved closer to Harry's head, a shapeless hole that was sucking in the air with the sound of a throat before death.

Dumbledore didn't move, but his trembling hands became solid as a rock.

As the dementor kept getting closer, Harry's face became paler, and the intensity of the struggle began to become less intense, just when its "suction mouth" was about to touch Harry.

"Holy guard!" Dumbledore's wand suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room transparently, and a silver-white phoenix let out a soft moan, then waved its wings and slammed into the dementor go with.

In an instant, when the silver wings touched the dementor, the evil creature disappeared, losing the support cloak and hood, and slowly falling back to the floor.

After casting this spell, Dumbledore slowly stepped back a few steps feebly, sat back in his seat slumped, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

The deep sense of powerlessness seemed to escape through his body.

Dumbledore sighed weakly again, his usual sharp blue eyeballs were no longer aggressive at this time, and lost his previous wisdom and calmness. It seems that at this time he is no longer a respected predecessor in the wizarding world, but just a general Just ordinary old people.

"Cough, cough." He coughed violently, and his slender arms stretched out on the table in front of him, groping constantly on it.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling above his head motionless."Am I asleep?" He guessed so, thinking that he might have had a nightmare, as if he was fighting a fire dragon on the field again.

No, he is much more tired than that. He is mentally tired now, and he feels that his current mood is inexplicably low to the extreme.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter with me?" Harry couldn't help asking. He thought it was very rude that he fell asleep during the conversation.

"Oh, it may be that you have been under too much pressure during this period of time, so you fell asleep while we were talking." Dumbledore had changed back to his usual smile at this time, looking at sitting Harry across from him.

"Oh, we talked for a long time, how about a piece of chocolate?" Dumbledore said, then threw his pocket in Harry's direction.

"Thank you." Harry said, reaching for the snack, and he looked at the chocolate in his hand.It looks the same as the snack in the password.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore's hand was placed on the table in front of him, and the fingertips of both hands were tightly aligned at this time, and his little finger tapped the wooden table regularly, making a "boom" sound. .

"Harry, let's stop here today." Dumbledore said. "You may be too tired to communicate for a long time. Let's have a good chat next day." Dumbledore muttered, "Also, Christmas. Have fun during the holidays."

Harry only felt that something was vaguely wrong, but he left.

With a dull sound, the oak door was closed and Harry left the house.

At the same time, there was a sound of "Papa Papa" from a corner of the principal's office. Behind a portrait, a figure slowly walked out, patted his palms continuously, until it was completely out of the shadows and there was light. The place.

"I said why you suddenly caught the attention of my group of dementors, let me guess, do you want to suck the soul film out of the savior's head? It is a crazy idea." At this time he He had reached the bright spot, and looked at Dumbledore unceremoniously.

The owner of the figure is no one else, but Draco Malfoy.

"It just doesn't seem to be of much use." Malfoy said with a slight regret at this time, and walked to the seat where Harry was sitting, and picked up the black cloak fragments scattered on the ground after the dementor lost his life. , Looked at it silently.

Dumbledore did not speak at this time, but was silent.

"Well, you tried the last way too, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you made up your mind? You were not so indecisive when that person was sent to Newmontgard?"

"You hope to keep him out of the way, but it seems that even the kiss of the dementor is not enough to make that piece of fragment be stripped from that person's soul."

"The best choice at the moment is the same. As long as in the third game...Let Voldemort take his blood. Once Voldemort uses his blood to recast his own flesh and blood... Or, because of this, he Instead, I have a chance to live." Malfoy continued to try to convince the old man in front of him.

"You have no more choices. You were wavering before, but in the end you chose to believe me. Are you hesitating again?" Malfoy said in a deep voice, then walked out the door, looking right. The old man was a little disappointed.

"I have no right to decide all of this." Dumbledore closed his eyes in pain.

"Yes, no one is willing to sacrifice, but when necessary, people will always do stupid things for the things they want to protect, don’t they? You can try, if you tell him everything right now, who Will Mr. Savior make the right choice."

Dumbledore put down his hands slumpedly. Malfoy was right. He knew that the boy was brave and trustworthy. As long as he spread everything out, Harry would not spare his life.

"Are you too?" Dumbledore opened his eyes and asked suddenly.

Malfoy's foot had already stepped out of the bronze door at this time.Hearing that the body suddenly paused.

"Yes, me too." Malfoy said flatly, and stepped out of the room.