Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 424: The truth

At this time, Hermione was sitting alone in the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then realizing pain in her calf.

"Miss Granger is a bad guy. She attacked Dobby and deceived Dobby! She also killed her master!" It turned out that Dobby kept hitting her leg with his fist. He was completing the Malfoy relationship. After giving him the task, he began his own revenge.

"Be honest!" Pye, who had worked at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, happened to pass by at this time and knocked him on the head. Let him quiet down.

Dobby was lying on the ground at this time, struggling to get up, his big eyes were full of hatred and hatred.

"Are you okay, Dobby?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger is full of lies! Dobby talks will be deceived by you." Dobby said in a very thin and sharp voice, whispered and grumpy, he Also worried about his master.

"Shut up." Pye knocked on his head again roughly.

"What are you doing!" Hermione asked Pye, in a very low volume.

"Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts prohibition is of no use to house elves!" Dobby raised his head and shook his red nose, proud Declared.

Voldemort was dismissive of the behavior of house elves, like all purebred wizards who treat elves as brutes... He would never have thought that elves must also possess magic that he did not have.

At this moment, Furong went and returned, and when she was anxiously about to open the door of the ward, Pansy caught her.

"Dumbledore is inside." He was helping Malfoy check his injuries.

"I'm a professional! What is he doing in there? Isn't it enough to hurt him?" Fleur stepped back, covering her face and said in pain, recalling the memories, so that she had nothing to do with Dumbledore. Good impression.

The operating room is extremely quiet, because it has been enveloped by the magic of sound insulation.

"It's not dead, you are lucky, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy was already sitting up, examining the old man who was also wearing a striped hospital gown.

"Not far." The old man smiled helplessly.

"Is the elixir not enough?"

"You can't drink much, then." Dumbledore raised his scorched right hand and shook it in refusal.

There is a price for the Philosopher’s Stone.

It's not that it's just a decline in intelligence, it's that people's spirituality disappears. Every time you take it, a little bit of aura will be lost as the price of continuation of life.

The same is true for the alchemist Nico Lemay. He lost the meaning of his life and lived in vain.

Because there is no desire.

This is acceptable to Dumbledore. He only wants a life span of half a year, enough for him to take care of his funeral.

At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicolae May's former residence, also for potion.

The place is very simple, there are no tiles, just a bit of muddy ground, but it is strange to say that those bookshelves made of purple wood can actually stand firmly on it

Even so, the bookshelves are empty, they should have been evacuated.

There is a hidden compartment in the middle bookcase in the fourth column from the left.

The color above is very dark, dominated by fuchsia, carved with drawings of birds and a quaint fountain.

An ordinary glass, engraved with a few runes, lies quietly on a soft brown mat, and contains a clear liquid that is as transparent as clear water.

Underneath is a piece of yellowed parchment, densely packed with small writing.

"Dear old friend-Albus Dumbledore, if you come here, it must be because of our agreement, there is a reason why you have to come here to get it."

"Of course, I still recommend that you don't use this medicine. The elixir of life is very expensive."

"I know, you may know the side effects of this medicine better than me."

"You know, death to me is a kind of relief that has been waiting for a long time."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, freeing himself from the memory.

"It seems to be calculated." He said helplessly, raising his scorched arm and scanning back and forth, as if looking at a piece of art, and then asked:

"But Draco, I am curious..."

"How did you know about Voldemort's weakness."

"Like I said, he did a stupid thing."

"He chose to repent."

"The production of Horcruxes is restricted. 7 is the most magical number, and it is also the number that cannot be broken."

"He discovered the destruction of the Horcrux. He is very worried."

"Whether Nagini is brought around or put back to nature, it is not the best choice."

"If you want to make another Horcrux, then you can only break through to be more evil."

"In other words, repent, let the soul return to a certain degree of integrity, and then split."

"So that's it." Dumbledore nodded in approval.

"I heard that Harry suddenly..."

"It should be the piece that was pulled away." Dumbledore agreed.

Malfoy continued to tell him everything he knew.

"I read part of Nagini's memory. In order to deeply repent, Voldemort simulated another "good" personality."

"It affected him imperceptibly, but he didn't realize it."

"The day he and Yan Yueshen agreed to my mother's request, I felt very weird."

"His mana has not changed, but the killing curse that requires condensing killing intent is affected the most."

"In the end, just like the story of the evil dragon, his confidence collapsed." A relaxed smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

"Of course, I'm actually just betting."

"It looks like the bet is right." Malfoy shrugged, and then took a breath of air, which seemed to have been involved in the affected area.

"Thank you, child." Dumbledore pointed, trying to reach out and pat his shoulder lightly, then stopped.

"By the way~IndoMTL.com~Dumbledore said suddenly, "Good luck. "The old man’s face showed a mysterious smile,

Soon, Malfoy guessed what Dumbledore’s "good luck" meant. "Because he saw a few figures hovering outside the door.

"Please say I'm still in a coma, thank you." Malfoy concealed his embarrassment and coughed lightly

"I'm sorry for those crazy girls." Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows and smiled more openly.

"You are not qualified to call me." Malfoy retorted, "See your old lover. I didn't know that you used the magic of life sharing in the first place."

"If this is not the case, he will never survive the decisive battle." Dumbledore said helplessly.

The poor quality environment for many years has almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.

Victory is bound to pay a price.

The price seems acceptable.