Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 230: Dumbledore’s Decision (Part 1)

On the second day of the Christmas holiday, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, the current principal Albus Dumbledore was sitting on a rattan armchair next to his desk. With two umbrella-shaped lights, they emit a faint light, but they also illuminate almost every corner of the room.

He squinted his eyes at this moment, and was enduring the chattering accusations of a portrait.

The ancestor of the Black family, Phineas, the former principal of Hogwarts, is now asking Dumbledore sternly: "You brought this thing to the principal's room? What do you want? What are you doing? Dumbledore!"

If other people were present, he might not have any doubt that the man in the portrait would jump out of the frame with excitement at any time.

"I believe Dumbledore has his own reasons." A portrait next to him opened his eyes at this time, and said to Felix who was on the side to persuade him.

The portrait shows a kind-looking and wealthy middle-aged woman, wearing a large and gorgeous lady wizard robe, which is inlaid with all kinds of mysterious patterns.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore leaned slightly toward the portrait, then stretched out his hand and shook the wand in his hand slightly. He was awakened by the person in the portrait, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

It is worth mentioning that the moment Phineas fell asleep, his expression was quite hideous.

Dumbledore then walked randomly behind the door. On a tall gilded perch, his pet phoenix was sleeping on it. Dumbledore stretched out his wide and slightly wrinkled palm and placed it in his palm. A ray of light blue flame suddenly rose up, and Fox seemed to be smelling something, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his head gently, opened his mouth, and swallowed the ball of fire.

After a satisfied hiccup, it let out a soft and trembling call, and let out a little white mist.

At this moment, there was an unhurried knock on the door of the principal’s office. Dumbledore’s hand that was touching Fox’s head suddenly stagnated, and he sighed in silence. He took a sigh of relief, and quickly returned to normal.

"The password is Chocolate Baby, Harry." Dumbledore said in the direction of the door, full of breath, and walked a long way.

With a creak, the monster downstairs who was in charge of the door jumped aside, the wall was split in two, and the door opened. Harry followed the spiral staircase all the way up, and then gently pushed away the one with The door with a brass knocker in the shape of a lion head beast.

"It's cold." The thought flashed through Harry's head after one foot stepped into the room. "Hogwarts can't always install an air conditioner, right?" he thought wildly.

"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively, walking slowly to the other side, looking at the surrounding environment. The silverware used for decoration seemed to be collected on the corners of the table and on the bookshelf, soaking smoke. In the box, there is no one to see. The portrait hanging on the wall is now asleep peacefully.

Only then did Dumbledore carry his hands on his back and walked out slowly from behind the door, "Hello, Harry." A tired smile squeezed out of his old face.

"Sit down, Harry, I just came to you just to chat with you." Dumbledore said kindly, beckoning, and a chair came under Harry with a precise "swish" .

Harry sat down, his heart kept beating, and he felt that Professor Dumbledore today was a bit abnormal, but he didn't think deeply about it, because he knew that Dumbledore would not harm him. Yes, it's a bit weird at best now.

"Well, Harry, I just wanted to talk to you about your scar pain this time." Dumbledore took off his glasses at this time, wiped them, and put them back on.

"Professor, you..." Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don’t be surprised, your godfather was too worried about you, so he revealed something to me not long ago, I hope you won’t blame him, and I guess you should be coming to me soon, so I simply Call you over and have a talk."

"It doesn't hurt that much." Harry said with a lack of confidence, hoping to prevent Dumbledore from worrying so much.

Because of this, he feels like a "porcelain doll", who must be protected by others at all times, and he desperately wants to prove himself.

After people are placed unrealistically high expectations, responsible people will desperately to meet the expectations of others. Harry hopes that he can more or less make the name of "Savior" fit him.

"Don't underestimate any small matter. This may be a sign of some major event. For example, if your scar suddenly starts to ache during the game, it will be fatal, Harry." Deng Blido said with concern, "I heard you fainted?"

At the same time, those sharp blue eyes met Harry's dark green eyes.

Harry suddenly felt that he had become confused, his eyelids heavier and he wanted to sleep well, but suddenly there was a feeling of coldness that deepened his bones.

Harry closed his eyes and sat on the chair. He started waving his hands frantically, chanting: "It's cold, it's cold."

"It will be well soon, Harry, bear it." Dumbledore's wide voice kept coming from his ear. Harry wanted to open his eyes, only to find that his eyelids were now too heavy, like It is leaded.

A sense of despair suddenly climbed into his heart. It was so sudden and rushing. He hadn't had this experience for a long time. The last time ~IndoMTL.com~ seemed to be in the third grade, and that scene was very important. In the Quidditch match, I met a dementor.

"Dementor?" Harry's consciousness seemed to begin to struggle, and the chair under him began to shake desperately, "God..." Harry subconsciously grabbed his wand, hoping to use the Patronus spell , To chase away this nasty creature.

It's just that his subconscious spell only uttered the first half of the syllables in the throat, and the second half of the syllables, as if the throat was stuck in half, making it silent.

"Forgive me, Harry." Dumbledore's hand was now holding his wand tremblingly, and staring at the boy in front of him with complicated expressions, the expression on his face looked very painful at this time. As if suffering a great deal.

Why? Because a dementor was now floating behind Harry's seat, it leaned down, and the rotten, scabby palms firmly held Harry's shoulders.

Even if the doors and windows are closed, the shabby cloak still flutters. The air-conditioning before the principal’s room was brought about by this evil creature, and under Dumbledore’s instruction, this evil creature has been floating in magnificence On the top of his ceiling, his figure is hidden.