Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Remember your mission." Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this time, and the tip of the wand kept overflowing with silver-white gas, which seemed to be a deterrent to the dementors not far away.

Harry felt as if he had been pushed off a cliff by someone, falling endlessly, falling, but never ending, seducing the most painful memory in his mind.

"Don't move Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" "Stay away, you stupid woman... while you go, now..." "Don't move Harry, please don't, take me with you , kill me to-"

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

Harry's body was shaking constantly, and cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

The Dementor is hungry and thirsty to absorb the few food, and his taste has been raised enough to be tricky. If he hadn't been hungry for almost a week, he would have no interest in the poor quality food in front of him. Bong.

Dumbledore's forehead was also dripping with sweat, and the sweat dripped down his temples, his long white beard, and the palm holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably.

The Dementor felt that it was still not enough, and his hunger seemed to devour it completely.

It undid its hood and made its way towards Harry's head, a shapeless hole that was now sucking in the air with a dying throat.

Dumbledore didn't move, his trembling hands became rock solid now.

As the Dementor kept getting closer, Harry's face became paler, and the strength of the struggle became less intense, just as its "suction mouth" was about to touch Harry.

"God Guard!" The tip of Dumbledore's wand suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room brightly. A silver-white phoenix uttered a soft moan, then flapped its wings and slammed into the Dementor. go.

In an instant, the moment the silver-white wings came into contact with the Dementor, the evil creature vanished into ashes, lost its supporting cloak and hood, and slowly fell back to the floor.

After Dumbledore cast this spell, he slowly stepped backwards weakly, and sat back in his seat slumped, closing his eyes unwillingly.

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

Dumbledore sighed weakly again.

The usual pair of sharp blue eyeballs is no longer aggressive at this time, and he has lost his previous wisdom and calm. It seems that this time he is no longer a respected senior in the wizarding world, but just an ordinary old man.

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

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

No, he was much more tired than that. He was mentally tired now. He felt that his emotions were inexplicably depressed to the extreme.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with me?" Harry asked involuntarily, thinking it was a very rude thing to fall asleep in the middle of the conversation.

"Oh, maybe it's because you've been under too much pressure during this time, so you fell asleep while we were chatting just now." Dumbledore had changed back to his usual smiling expression, looking at the sitting Harry across from him.

"Oh, we've talked a lot, how about a chocolate?" Dumbledore said, and threw his pocket in Harry's direction.

"Thanks," said Harry, reaching for the snack, looking at the chocolate in his hand. It looks the same as the snack mentioned in the password.

"Well..." Dumbledore put his hand on the table in front of him, the fingertips of both hands were tightly together at this time, and the little finger tapped the wooden table regularly, making a "dong dong" 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 pondered: "Also, Christmas Have fun on vacation."

Harry felt only vaguely wrong, but left.

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

At the same time, there was a sound of "pop, pop, pop" 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, are you trying to suck the soul piece out of this savior's head, it's a crazy idea." At this time he He had already reached the bright spot, and looked at Dumbledore rudely.

The owner of the silhouette was none other than Draco Malfoy.

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

Dumbledore didn't speak at this time, just silent.

"Okay, you have tried the last method, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you made up your mind? When that person was sent to Nurmengard, you were not so indecisive, were you?"

"You wish to keep him out of the way, but it doesn't look like even a Dementor's kiss is enough to rip that shard from that person's soul."

"The best option at the moment, that's it, as long as the third competition...let Voldemort take his blood, once Voldemort uses his blood to recast his own flesh...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 don't have any more choices. You were swaying before, but you finally chose to believe me. Are you starting to hesitate again?" Malfoy said in a deep voice, and then walked out the door, looking right. The old man was a little disappointed.

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

"Yes, no one is willing to sacrifice, but when necessary, for the sake of protecting things, people always do stupid things, don't they? You can try, if you tell him everything right now, that Will Mister Savior make the right choice."

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

"Are you too?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, opening his eyes at this time.

Malfoy's foot had already stepped out of the copper door at this time. Wen Yan's body suddenly stopped.

"Yes, me too," Malfoy said lightly, before stepping out of the room.