Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 168 I really need to push you.

A white divine light illuminated the entire auditorium, and then the spearhead was tinged with a bright yellow.

"call out--"

With the roar of arrows, the crown lying quietly on the ground shattered instantly—only to be restored to its original state before Harry's horrified eyes.

"This is your own special spell, isn't it? I wanted to say it last time, but you've improved it again?" Dumbledore suggested gently. "You have indeed broken its defenses, but only continuous attacks can completely destroy the Horcrux."

Damon didn't respond immediately, and then recited the second spell:
"Sagitta Divinus - Rosa"

A dazzling crimson divine spear appeared, followed closely by a bright yellow demon-slaying divine spear!

stab-

A strange tearing sound rang out, like a sharp blade slicing through paper. A straight gash appeared immediately, growing larger and larger, and bleeding continuously.

In Harry's wide-eyed gaze, bright red blood was flowing from Ravenclaw's crown, continuously.
The bizarre scene, combined with the sacred crown, had a profound impact on him, leaving him almost unable to think—he didn't even understand whether it was because Damon had blocked his mind, or whether he was truly too horrified to speak.

"what!!!"

The dazzling crown began to shatter, and shrill screams filled the air. Harry even had to cover his ears. In the midst of this cacophony of terror that nearly affected his sanity, this rare treasure, which had been lost for centuries, was destroyed by Damon.

A look of relief flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

"You've mastered how to deal with Horcruxes so quickly? It seems—I can rest assured now."

Even if he were to die right now, even if Harry were not yet fully developed, with Damon around, Dumbledore would have nothing to worry about.

"What are you worried about, teacher? Don't be in such a hurry to step down—something has obviously happened with Voldemort, and you still need to find out."

"I will." Dumbledore said solemnly, but inwardly he felt relieved.

Of the seven Horcruxes, two have already been found and destroyed by Damon in such a short time. Could he be the true savior?
“Harry, you see, this is a Horcrux, an extremely evil artifact, one of Voldemort’s seven souls—Voldemort’s personality is extreme and arrogant, and he believes that only things worthy of his worth are qualified to be made into Horcruxes by him.”

Therefore, the materials he used to create Horcruxes were all extremely precious or possessed special significance.

"There's no need to rush about your problem—because if we don't find all the Horcruxes, destroying a single one isn't very meaningful—even if we were to kill you, we'd leave you for last."

"Ha," Harry looked at Damon sheepishly, feeling that this consolation was completely ineffective.

"And don't worry, my opinion differs from the teacher's—Voldemort doesn't pose a great threat to me, and he's even less likely to defeat you, who has already defeated him once. You should have confidence in yourself."

Damon patted Harry on the shoulder. "Study Occlumency well, control your thoughts, and let the fragments of Voldemort know who the master of this body is."

"Dumbledore and I will also try to find a way for you—in fact, I already have a vague idea, but it's not perfect yet, so don't worry too much."

Harry's expression softened.

"Let's go somewhere else. Starting today, I will officially begin teaching you Occlumency—this is an extremely difficult spell. With your current level of magical skill, it will be very difficult for you to master it. Be prepared."

Harry is not afraid of hardship, but he is afraid of difficulties that cannot be solved.

Now that Damon had given him guidance, he had almost no hesitation and nodded decisively.

Dumbledore then spoke up: "You'll teach him? Won't that be too much of a drain on your energy? Why not leave it to Snape, after all—"

Dumbledore felt from the bottom of his heart that Snape was a better choice than Damon.

"Professor Snape is already busy enough teaching two courses, I don't think it's necessary to push him any further."

"I think he can handle it," Dumbledore insisted.

He was worried—teaching Occlumency was a very dangerous thing, not to mention it was related to Voldemort's soul—if Damon were to suffer any mishap because of teaching Harry Occlumency, Dumbledore would prefer that it was Snape.

In his mind, Damon's priority had now completely surpassed Harry's—Dumbledore began to believe that Damon would replace Harry as the ultimate trump card to defeat Voldemort.

"Have you forgotten about Snape and Harry? Professor, those two will fight."

"Hmm—is there really no other way?"

Dumbledore was in a difficult position.

Harry listened to their discussion about him and sensed the bias in Dumbledore's words—Dumbledore wanted Snape to teach him.

why?
By the way, Damon said that Snape was an expert in Occlumency, and even Damon himself learned from Snape—he was pretty good, wasn't he?
“I think I can learn from Professor Snape—I don’t hate him as much anymore.”

Hate?

Dumbledore turned his head sharply, somewhat belatedly realizing—he really shouldn't have mixed up two incompatible people.

But he really didn't want Damon to take the risk—"How about I teach you instead, Harry?"

Dumbledore decided to take matters into his own hands.

Harry looked at Damon, asking for his opinion.

"Actually, either way is fine. We can take turns handling things – one of us can focus on internal affairs while the other handles external matters. Since you're here to teach Harry, I'll investigate what happened to Voldemort."

Dumbledore was even more reluctant. In fact, he had already discovered many clues during this time and was preparing to go to Gaunt's old house to take a look—Dumbledore would rather do it himself than let Damon take risks outside.

"...Can't we really consider having Snape teach Harry?"

“Professor, this is no joke. The fragments of Harry’s soul must be contained, which means he must master Occlumency—a course that is very likely to be abandoned halfway. Is there any need to proceed with this course?”

Dumbledore was defeated.

He decided to take on more responsibility—to teach Harry Occlumency—but at the same time, he would go out with Damon to search for clues—this was the biggest concession he could make.

"It seems that my wish to retire and teach in peace will be postponed indefinitely."

Dumbledore chuckled at the two of them, trying to ease the tension with a joke.

"That's where I have to talk to you, Professor."

“Nico Lemaître fought against Grindelwald when he was over 500 years old. You’re only a hundred or so. You should be working hard right now. Why are you always thinking about retiring?”

(End of this chapter)