"Remember your mission." Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this time, and the tip of the wand continuously overflowed with silver-white gas, which seemed to be a deterrent to the dementor not far away.
Harry felt as if he had been pushed off the cliff by someone, falling endlessly, falling, but unable to fall to the bottom, the most painful memory in his mind was seduced.
"Don't touch Harry. Don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!" "Go away, you stupid woman.. go away, now.." "Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me , kill me to-"
At this time, Harry's inner symbol of happiness was constantly being sucked away by evil creatures, and horrible memories kept rolling and boiling in his mind.
Harry's body was trembling constantly, and cold sweat kept streaming down his forehead, as if he was suffering from great pain.
The dementor devoured the few rations hungrily. His taste had been cultivated enough. If he hadn't been starved for almost a week, he wouldn't have the slightest interest in the poor quality food in front of him. Bong.
Sweat dripped from Dumbledore's forehead, dripping down his temples and his long white beard to the ground, and the palm holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably at this moment.
The dementor felt that it was still not enough, and the hunger seemed to swallow it completely.
It unbuttoned its hood and moved closer to Harry's head, a shapeless hole that was sucking air with a dying throaty sound.
Dumbledore didn't move, but his trembling hands became as steady as a rock at this moment.
As the dementor continued to approach, Harry's face became paler, and the strength of the struggle began to become less violent, just when its "suction mouth" was about to touch Harry.
"Call God to protect you!" Dumbledore's wand tip suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room brightly. A silver-white phoenix groaned softly, then flapped its wings, and slammed into the dementor. go.
In an instant, the moment the silvery white wings came into contact with the dementor, the evil creature was wiped out, lost its supporting cloak and hood, and slowly floated back to the floor
After casting this spell, Dumbledore took a few steps back slowly and feebly, sat back in his seat slumped, and closed 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 were no longer aggressive at this time, and lost the wisdom and calmness of the past, it seemed that at this time he was no longer a highly respected senior in the wizarding world, but just an ordinary Just an ordinary old man.
"Ahem." He coughed violently a few times, stretched out his slender arms to the table in front of him, and kept groping for it.
"What's wrong with me?" Harry opened his eyes at this moment, staring at the ceiling above his head, motionless. "Did I fall asleep?" He guessed like this, thinking that he might have had a nightmare, as if he had fought a fire dragon again in the arena.
No, he was much more tired than that. He was mentally tired now, and he felt that his mood was inexplicably depressed to the extreme.
"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter with me?" Harry couldn't help asking, he felt it was a very rude thing for him to fall asleep during the conversation.
"Oh, it may be that you have been under too much pressure during this time, so you fell asleep while we were chatting just now." Dumbledore had already changed back to his usual smiling expression at this time, looking at the sitting Harry across from him.
"Oh, we talked a lot, how about a piece of chocolate?" Dumbledore said, and threw the pocket in Harry's direction.
"Thanks," said Harry, reaching for the snack and looking at the chocolate in his hand. It looks the same as the snack mentioned in the password.
"Hmm..." Dumbledore put his hands on the table in front of him, the fingertips of both hands were tightly pressed 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 only felt that something was vaguely wrong, but he left anyway.
With a dull sound, the oak door was closed, and Harry left the room.
At the same time, there was a "crack, bang, bang" sound from a corner of the principal's office. Behind a portrait, a figure slowly walked out, and kept patting his palm until he was completely out of the shadows and reached the light. The place.
"I said why did you suddenly attract the attention of my group of dementors? Let me guess, are you trying to suck the soul piece out of the savior's head? It's a crazy idea." At this time, he He had already reached the bright spot, and stared at Dumbledore unceremoniously.
The owner of the figure was none other than Draco Malfoy.
"It just doesn't look useful." 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 its life , silently looking at it.
Dumbledore didn't speak at this time, just silent.
"Alright, you have tried the last method, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you made up your mind yet? When that person was sent to Nurmengard, you weren't so indecisive, were you?"
"You hoped to keep him out of it, but it looks like even a dementor's kiss wasn't enough to get that piece of the man's soul ripped off."
"The best choice at the moment, that is, as long as in the third match... Let Voldemort take his blood, once Voldemort uses his blood to recast his own flesh and blood... Or, because of this, he is Instead, he has 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 vacillating before, but you finally chose to believe me. Are you starting to hesitate now?" 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, people will always do some stupid things for the things they want to protect, don't they? You can try, if you tell him everything now, that one Will Mr. Redeemer make the right choice."
Dumbledore put down his hands dejectedly. Malfoy was right. He knew that the boy was brave and trustworthy. As long as he let everything go, Harry would not spare his life.
"Are you too?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, opening his eyes at this moment.
Malfoy's foot had already stepped out of the bronze door at this time. Hearing this, his body suddenly paused.
"Yes, me too." Malfoy said flatly, and then stepped out of the room. For mobile phone users, please browse m..reading for a better reading experience.