Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 231: Dumbledore’s decision (part 2)

"Remember your mission." Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this time, and the tip of the wand was constantly overflowing with silvery white gas, which seemed to be a deterrent to the dementor not far in front of him. .

Harry felt like he was being pushed off 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 Let me go, kill me—"

At this time, Harry's heart symbolizing happiness was constantly being sucked away by evil creatures, and the horrible memories kept tumbling and boiling in his mind.

Harry's body was trembling constantly, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

The dementor is eager to absorb the few foods. His taste has been cultivated enough. If he hadn't been hungry for almost a week, he would be a little bit hungry for the bad quality food in front of him. Interest is also lacking.

Dumbledore’s forehead was also constantly dripping with sweat. The sweat dripped down his sideburns and his long white beard to the ground, and the palm holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably. With.

The dementor still feels uncomfortable, 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 his death.

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

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!" The tip of Dumbledore's wand suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room. A silver-white phoenix uttered a soft moan, then waved its wings and suddenly shot towards the camera. The ghost hit.

In an instant, when the silver wings touched the dementor, the evil creature disappeared in ashes, lost the support cloak and hood, and slowly fell back to the floor

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

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

Dumbledore sighed weakly again, the usual sharp blue eyeballs were no longer aggressive at this time, lost the wisdom and calm of the past, it seems that at this time he is no longer a respected predecessor in the wizarding world, and Just an ordinary old man.

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

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

No, he is more tired than that. He is mentally tired now, and he feels that his emotions are 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 Harry sitting across from him.

"Oh, we talked for a long time, how about a piece of chocolate?" Dumbledore said, and 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 snacks mentioned 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, and said "Boom! "The 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 another day." Dumbledore muttered, "Yes. Yes, have fun during the Christmas 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 until he was completely out of the shadows. Arrived where there is light.

"I said why you suddenly caught the attention of my group of dementors. Let me guess, do you want to **** the soul film out of the savior's head? It's a crazy idea." At this moment he had walked to 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 any use." Malfoy said with a slight regret at this time, and walked to the seat where Harry had just been sitting, and picked up the dementor who had lost his life and was scattered on the ground. The fragments of the black cloak looked silently.

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

"Well, you have tried the last way, Professor Dumbledore, have you not made up your mind? When that person was sent to Newmontgard, you were not so indecisive, did you?"

"You wish to keep him out of the way, but it seems that even the kiss of the dementor is not enough to make the 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 rather, because In this way, he has a chance to live instead." Malfoy continues to try to convince the old man in front of you~IndoMTL.com~You have no more choices. You were wavering before, but in the end you chose to believe me. Now, don't you? Have you hesitated again? Malfoy said in a deep voice, and then walked out the door, seeming to be a little disappointed with the old man.

"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 , 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.

One of Malfoy's foot has 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.