A gleaming oak door was opened silently, the only movement being the crisp slam of the griffin-shaped brass knocker and the door itself.
It was Dumbledore, the third project was over, and he returned to his office.
His expression was a bit sluggish, and there was a great contrast from his usual hale and hearty figure. His tall, straight figure was also a little stooped at this time.
It can be seen that his mood is not very good, and some of his body is a little tired.
This is inevitable. After a great battle with Voldemort, for ordinary wizards, even if they survived, they have already tried their best. Even if this person is Dumbledore, it does not mean that he can take it lightly.
What's more, no matter how energetic he is, he is already an old man who has lived for more than a century, and his energy must be much reduced compared to that of a mature man.
"Are you back? Professor Dumbledore?" A boy's voice came from not far away.
The owner of the voice was Malfoy, who was teasing Dumbledore's pet phoenix at this time. Fox was in his prime at this time, and his bright red feathers made him look energetic.
The phoenix hopped up and down on the perch as Malfoy used his wand to conjure up fiery balls of fire to feed it.
"Fox, that's enough, be careful not to digest it." Dumbledore shook his head, getting closer and closer.
Fox immediately obediently stopped his eating behavior, but still looked at Malfoy with some expectation with his spiritual eyes, and seemed to have greatly improved his affection for the boy.
It is a very intelligent creature. It knows that its master trusts this young boy, and specially set an extra password for him in the principal's office, allowing him to come and go here at any time, so it is not surprising.
Otherwise, this phoenix would not mind playing a cameo role as a guard in the face of untrusted outsiders.
"Okay, let's talk, Professor Dumbledore, I guess the plan is definitely not as smooth as we thought." Malfoy found a wooden chair at random and sat down. Bruce's reply.
"Indeed, there was an accident during the process." Dumbledore shook his head.
Malfoy's fists were clenched suddenly, and then quickly loosened. He restrained his frustration and sadness, and asked calmly, "What accident?"
The plan he had planned for a long time failed, which made him feel a distorted sense of loss and unreality, but it seemed logical, after all, he couldn't control everything, and the storm flapped by the butterfly's wings would only get bigger and bigger, making it hard to grasp. control and prediction.
"Harry's blood was not used in Voldemort's resurrection, and I don't know what happened, but he was resurrected early." Dumbledore pushed his glasses, his expression full of helplessness.
Hearing that Malfoy frowned, his thin lips were tightened, as if he was thinking about something.
"Why?" Malfoy asked.
"I don't know." Dumbledore pushed his half-moon lens, his tone became more and more low.
"What about the snake?" the boy continued, wanting more information.
"Voldemort was very vigilant. When I appeared, he immediately ordered the python to disappear from the battlefield. In the end, he even took Peter Pettigrew with him." Dumbledore still shook his head.
"He seems to be able to feel my peeping all the time, but he is not sure." Dumbledore said, "I feel his precaution and caution, so I can't get too close, and I don't know why he resurrected early. He After the early resurrection, it would be meaningless for Harry to appear again, but at this time the game has already started, and I dare not rush back to stop the process easily, if I get the Portkey on the way back, the consequences will be disastrous."
"So I took the initiative to show up, hoping to subdue him, even if this hope is a little slim." Dumbledore shook his head, and closed his eyelids while speaking, looking very sleepy.
"At that time, there were already many Death Eaters around him. He summoned the Dark Mark. Since our plan failed, I could only show up to stop the loss. If we can subdue him, it would be a good result." Dumbledore continued.
"His strength has declined badly, I feel it." Dumbledore expounded a fact that should have been gratifying.
"Of course I do," Malfoy said thoughtfully.
As early as a few years ago, part of Voldemort's father's ashes were replaced by him in order to weaken his strength. It's not that he didn't think about taking them all away, but this might force Voldemort to think of other ways and cause other problems. variable.
Even if Voldemort is a ray of remnant soul, it is difficult to catch him.
Defeating and killing are two concepts. The endless black magic and more than ten years of fleeing career must have honed his escape skills even more.
In order to reduce Voldemort's strength, he even put in a lot of effort on Peter Pettigrew. When he temporarily became the hero praised by everyone, secretly, this poor mouse already ate into his stomach. The potion specially prepared by Snape for him.
All he wanted was to keep Voldemort's strength within an acceptable range to the greatest extent possible.
Now it seems that this goal has been achieved, and Dumbledore's judgment is of course extremely accurate.
It's a pity that people's hearts are unpredictable, and Malfoy won't guess now that the hatred from Peter Pettigrew and a little coincidence actually broke everyone's expectations.
Voldemort lost a "perfect" resurrection because of him.
And Malfoy and the others also lost an opportunity to add a fatal weakness to Voldemort.
"But he ran away eventually, didn't he?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"He will do whatever it takes to restore his strength, not only from his own body, but also from foreign objects." Malfoy said, staring into Dumbledore's blue eyes.
"Foreign objects..." murmured Dumbledore, immediately thinking of the most important thing for most wizards.
"Wand?" Dumbledore asked tentatively, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, and his face suddenly turned extremely pale.
Voldemort will definitely discover the abnormality of the cores of the twin wands. In order to solve this problem, he may do many unpredictable things. With Legilimency, he is best at torture.
"It seems that you have thought of it, Professor." Malfoy said lightly, "I have two plans now, would you like to hear about them?"
"Of course, I'd like to hear more about it," said Dumbledore.
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"This is too cruel." After a long time, Dumbledore sighed. After hearing Malfoy's plan, he walked to Fox's perch and gently stroked its feathers, as if it would calm himself down. Feeling.
"Maybe, but I think it's not bad, it's nice to have another experience, isn't it?" Malfoy said lightly.
"It's just that when I'm not around, I hope you can take care of me more." Malfoy added.
"Of course, this is my responsibility." Dumbledore tightened his fingertips, and said seriously, his azure blue eyes shone with astonishing light.