At this time, Hermione was sitting alone on the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then felt pain in her calf.
"Miss Granger is a bad guy. She attacked Dobby, cheated Dobby! And killed the master!" It turned out that Dobby kept hitting her legs with his fists, and he was finishing the task Malfoy gave him. After the task, began to carry out their own revenge.
"Be honest!" Pai, who used to work at the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, happened to pass by at this time and knocked it on the head. quiet him down.
Dobby was lying on the ground at this moment, struggling to get up, his big eyes were full of hatred and hatred.
"Are you all right, Dobby?" Hermione's voice trembled.
"Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger is full of lies! Dobby will be deceived by you." Dobby said in a very thin and sharp voice, and he was still worried. his master.
"Shut up." Pai slapped him on the head roughly again.
"What are you doing!" Hermione demanded Pai, her voice low.
"Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts' restrictions are useless to house-elves!" Dobby raised his head, shook his red nose, and declared proudly.
Voldemort was as dismissive of the behavior of house-elves as any purebred wizard who treated them as animals...it would never have occurred to him that elves had to have magic that he didn't have.
And at this moment, Fu Rong went back and forth, and when she was about to open the door of the ward anxiously, Pan Xi held her back.
"Dumbledore's inside." He was helping Malfoy examine his injuries.
"I'm the professional! What is he doing in there? Isn't it enough to hurt him?" Fleur stepped back a few steps, covered her face and said in pain, recalling her memory, she didn't like Dumbledore very much.
Outside the operating room, it was extremely quiet, because it had been enveloped by the magic of sound insulation.
"It's not dead, you're very lucky, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy had already sat up, looking at the old man who was also wearing a striped hospital gown.
"It's not far away." The old man smiled helplessly.
"Is the elixir of life not enough?"
"You can't drink too much." Dumbledore raised his scorched right hand and shook it in refusal.
There is a price for the Sorcerer's Stone.
It's not just a decline in intelligence, but a loss of human spirituality. Every time you take it, you will lose a little bit of aura as the price of continuing your life.
The same is true of the alchemist Nicole Flamel, who lost the meaning of life and lived in vain.
Because there is no desire.
This is acceptable to Dumbledore, he only expects half a year of life, which is enough for him to take care of his funeral.
At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicolas May's former residence, also for the potion.
It's very simple there, no tiles, just some bumpy mud, but it's strange to say that the bookshelves made of purple wood can stand firmly on it
Even so, the bookshelves are empty, they should have been emptied.
There is a secret compartment hidden in the middle bookcase in the fourth column from the left.
The color on it is very dark, mainly purple, with engraved drawings of some birds and a quaint fountain.
An ordinary glass, engraved with a few runes, lay quietly on a soft brown cushion, filled with liquid that was as clear as clear water.
Underneath is a piece of yellowed parchment, densely packed with small handwriting.
"Dear old friend—Albus Dumbledore, if you came here, it must be because of our agreement, there is a reason that you have to come to get it."
"Of course, I still recommend you not to use this potion, the price of the elixir is very high."
"I know, you may be more aware of the side effects of this medicine than I am."
"You know, death is a long-awaited relief for me."
Dumbledore shook his head slightly, breaking away from the memory.
"It seems to be calculated." He said helplessly, raised his scorched arm and glanced back and forth, as if looking at a work of art, and then asked:
"But Draco, what I'm curious about is..."
"How did you know about Voldemort's weakness?"
"Like I said, he did a stupid thing."
"He chose to repent."
"The production of Horcruxes is restricted, and 7 is the most magical number, and it is also a number that cannot be broken through."
"The destruction of the Horcrux was discovered by him. He was very worried."
"Nagini is not the best choice whether to take it with him or let it go back to nature."
"If you want to make Horcruxes again, you can only break through to something more evil."
"In other words, repentance, let the soul return to a certain degree of integrity, and then split."
"I see." Dumbledore nodded approvingly.
"I heard that one night Harry suddenly..."
"It should be the piece that was pulled out." Dumbledore thought deeply.
Malfoy continued to tell all he knew.
"I read part of Nagini's memory, and Voldemort simulated another "good" personality in order to make a deep confession."
"It affects him subtly, but he doesn't realize it."
"That day he agreed to my mother's request with a pleasant face, and I felt very weird."
"His mana has not changed, but the killing spell, which needs to be condensed to kill, has been most severely affected."
"In the end, like the dragon story, his confidence crumbled." Malfoy had a relaxed smile on his face.
"Of course, I'm actually just betting."
"Looks like I made the right bet." Malfoy shrugged, and then took a deep breath, which seemed to have touched the affected area.
"Thank you, kid." Dumbledore pointed out, wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but stopped again.
"By the way." Dumbledore said suddenly, "I wish you good luck." A mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face,
It didn't take long for Malfoy to figure out what Dumbledore meant by "wish him luck". "Because he saw several figures hovering outside the door.
"Please say I'm still in a coma, thank you." Malfoy hid his embarrassment and coughed a few times
"I'm sorry for those infatuated girls." Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows deliberately, and smiled even more.
"You don't have the right to blame me." Malfoy retorted, "Go see your old lover, I didn't know you used the life-sharing magic back then."
"If not, he won't survive the decisive battle at all." Dumbledore said helplessly.
Years of poor quality environment almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.
Victory must pay a price.
This price seems to be acceptable.