Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 252 How can there be a four-year vice principal in the world!
Harry waved his wand, conjured a handkerchief, and conjured a cup of honey water.

"Professor..." Harry said softly, handing over the cup and handkerchief.

Dumbledore took the handkerchief, wiped his tears gently, and then drank the honey water in one gulp.

After a short rest, Professor Dumbledore stood up and patted the dust off his body.

And the cup and handkerchief had vanished into thin air.

Harley, who was half squatting on the spot with her legs hugged, also stood up.

"Harry, I think you can guess the rest of the story." Professor Dumbledore's voice trembled.

"You went back to Hogwarts to teach, lived in regret, and used Hogwarts as a cage to imprison yourself."

Harry thought for a while, and said in a slightly questioning tone,

"And Grindelwald established the Witch Party in Europe, launched a war that swept across Europe and spread to the Americas, until you defeated it."

"That's right, that's it." Professor Dumbledore nodded,
"From the day Ariana left, I learned to pass the day with guilt and extreme sadness. It was not until I became a professor at Hogwarts that I barely eased the pain in my heart."

"And since then, I've started to reflect on my past, on my philosophy with Grindelwald."

"I started to waver and finally stood opposite him."

"Until the end, I had a duel with him."

"He lost."

"The International Federation of Wizards wanted to kill him directly, but I strongly opposed it and asked him to be imprisoned in Nurmengard, the cage he built himself to hold his opponents."

"And I am the only guard in that cage."

"I don't know if you can understand, Harry, but this matter has become an obsession in my heart."

"I want the Resurrection Stone, no, I want all the Deathly Hallows."

"I want to be the master of death, I want to see my father, my mother, and... and Ariana..."

"I made mistakes... want to repent... confess to them..."

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore was like a helpless child, his voice trembling constantly, extremely bleak.

Harry stood there silently, not saying a word.

After a long time, Professor Dumbledore finally adjusted his state, but the smile on his face had disappeared.

"Let's go, the rest time is over." He said, and he drew out the Elder Wand again, "Let's get Tom's Horcrux first."

"Okay, Professor." Harry replied easily.

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The next journey can be described as smooth sailing, after all, the "Frozen World" used by Harley earlier covered almost the entire hall.

Many of the curses that Voldemort carefully designed and tried to cover up were directly inspired and did not have any effect.

Harry and Professor Dumbledore easily boarded the round altar and stood in front of the ring.

Looking at the ice block that was almost completely infested by the deep black in front of him, Professor Dumbledore's eyebrows and eyes were quite serious.

"A wicked curse," he sighed softly. "Sure enough, Tom is a genius in some ways."

"I can't see the root of this curse, and I can't think of a solution for the time being. I can only barely see the effect."

"I think ordinary wizards will die immediately after being cursed by this kind of curse. Even powerful wizards can't last too long."

"And I'm afraid this curse is not so easy to remove, even if it is forced to use magic to drive it to a certain part of the body."

"It will also spread tenaciously and continue to weaken the wizard's magic power and physical fitness."

Harry nodded approvingly, and she thought of more.

This curse can weaken the wizard's magic power and physical strength, while the potion guarding the locket can pollute the wizard's spirit and soul.

If you combine this curse with that potion...

Harry seriously suspected that an ordinary demigod or a wizard of the corresponding level might not even be able to release a single extraordinary ability or a spell, and would fall into a near-death state.

Even those particularly powerful demigods and wizards may fall into a severely weakened state, and may not even be able to activate the mythical creature form to fight to the death.

Now that Voldemort has designed this curse and potion, and can use them as a permanent mechanism to protect his Horcrux.

Does that mean that Voldemort has also designed a more convenient magic with the same effect that can be used in battle?

Harry's brows and eyes were a little more apprehensive, and he really couldn't despise Voldemort because of his incomplete soul.

He's only half-crazy, not totally crazy, or stupid.

After staring at the ring through the black ice for a long time, Professor Dumbledore forced himself to look away.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore turned to look at the girl beside him, "I don't think I'm qualified to carry this Horcrux."

"I'm really scared, afraid that I can't help but take it, or even be bewitched by Tom's soul fragments inside, and thus be controlled."

"I'm terrified of that, of making an irreparable mistake again."

"Come and carry this Horcrux, but don't touch it with your hands, use spider silk or other objects to touch this Horcrux."

Harry nodded, and the spider silk condensed behind him, lifting the Horcrux easily.

"Let's go, Harry." Professor Dumbledore turned around, wanting to leave, but got no response.

When he turned his head to look in doubt, he found that Harry was studying the round altar carefully.

After a while, Harry said: "Professor, there are many magics in this hall that we have never seen before."

"It's such a good piece of treasure land, you only took one Horcrux and left, don't you think it's a waste?"

"Leaving aside the surrounding pillars, at least this round altar made of pure gold and inlaid with emeralds... I think the magic on it is very worth studying."

Professor Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

After a while, he said cautiously: "Then...then what shall we do?"

"Professor, you listen to me." Harry smiled confidently and drew out his wand.

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Half an hour later, the two appeared in the principal's office.

The old headmasters on the wall were idle and bored, discussing with each other about a grand game.

But after seeing Harry appearing, they immediately stopped discussing in tacit agreement.

The headmasters from Gryffindor, who were usually the most noisy, even showed wicked smiles.

Harry didn't give them a glance, and he was used to it.

According to the practice in the wizarding world, wizards always like to hide big things and not tell others.

Even the matter of a sorting hat sorting can be concealed for hundreds of years, and freshmen who do not participate in the sorting ceremony will never know the specific process.

So Harry knew that there was no result after asking, so he just didn't ask.

The only living person in the office sat down on both sides of the principal's desk, and the hockey puck, which was completely soaked in black, was thrown on the table.

Professor Dumbledore also specially placed a silver magic item under the ice puck. The bowl-shaped magic item exudes magic fluctuations and isolates the spread of the curse.

As for being forcibly picked from the ground of the hall... the golden round altar that was packed and brought back has been frozen and is still lying quietly in the pocket where Harry cast the Untraceable Stretching Curse.

Professor Dumbledore pointed at the puck with his wand and said a long spell.

Harry also stared at the puck, and took advantage of the fact that there were still a few strands of spider silk wrapped around the puck, carefully feeling the curse on it.

This curse is so powerful that Harry is very moved, ready to steal a wave from Voldemort.

Although according to the current intensity of struggle in the wizarding world, such a high-end curse would be difficult to use no matter what.

But Harry always kept in mind that he could use it, but he couldn't!Don't use and won't be two concepts!
After about 15 minutes, Professor Dumbledore finally lowered his wand.

He was full of surprise: "Although I have said it many times, I still have to repeat it. There is such a subtle magic."

"After analyzing it for so long, I can see traces of at least three top-level curses in "Secrets of Sophisticated Dark Arts"."

"Extremely lethal, hard to get rid of like maggots attached to the bone, even if it is barely contained, it will leave destructive effects on the body..."

"Nobody beats Tom when it comes to compound curses."

Harry silently retracted the spider threads, among which dozens of threads that were responsible for wrapping the ice ball had completely turned black.

These spider threads broke quietly, but they did not fall to the ground, but were wrapped by other pure white spider threads, and quietly hid in Harry's pocket.

Professor Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's small movements, but pointed to the ring with his wand:

"But one thing is very worth celebrating."

"The curse left on the ring can only target a living creature. When the curse is released, the curse in the ring will disappear completely."

"It seems that with Tom's technology, it is impossible to make the curse permanent on this ring!"

Speaking, Professor Dumbledore chuckled twice.

However, Harry quickly refuted Professor Dumbledore's statement.

"Professor, I'm afraid you forgot about this golden round altar," Harry said, pointing to his pocket,
"Do you remember the cave where Voldemort kept the Horcrux in the Slytherin Locket?"

"There, he chose a defense very similar to here..."

After Harry finished his conjecture, Professor Dumbledore subconsciously adjusted his half-moon glasses:

"You're right, Harry, it's true that I didn't think carefully."

"That's right. The kid Tom was very cautious. It's impossible for him to make such an obvious mistake."

The two moved to Professor Dumbledore's private laboratory dedicated to the study of magic and alchemy, where they studied the golden round altar for a long time.

Nico was also called up by Professor Dumbledore through the double-sided mirror, and studied together through the mirror.

He put forward a lot of valuable suggestions, and by the way gave Halle a live teaching session.

In the end, Harry stayed at Hogwarts until the evening, grabbing dinner by the way.

After the meal, Professor Dumbledore unceremoniously asked Harry to freeze the round altar.

"During the Quidditch World Cup in two days, I'm taking this goodie to Austria... I mean Europe, especially France."

Professor Dumbledore stroked the frozen round altar and said,

"I want to let Nico also get in touch with him at close range. It happens that there is still more than a month before the start of school. I have to find something for us two old men to do."

Before the words fell, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from the principal's office outside the laboratory:

"Albus! Hurry up and sign! You are the headmaster of Hogwarts, and the competition documents must have your signature!"

The smile on Professor Dumbledore's face disappeared.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, stomped his feet on the spot, and coughed twice:
"Well... only a few days need to be signed, and the rest of the matter, Minerva can completely decide."

Harry gave him a disdainful look, which hurt Professor Dumbledore extremely.

"Don't look at me like that, Harley, I'm here to train Minerva... You know, there's no vice principal who has been there for 40 years..."

"I mean, Minerva needs to be ready, ready to turn regular..."

Professor Dumbledore himself felt that this reason was outrageous, and decisively changed the subject:
"Let's go, it's getting late, I'll let the house-elf take you back to the Dursleys' house."

"But you don't need to stay there for too long, Sirius bought all the tickets for the Quidditch World Cup knockout round."

"If it weren't for the fact that you were in school during the trials and the group stage, and you couldn't watch it, he was even going to buy it together."

"Oh, I really hope the England national team can win a championship this year."

"I don't think so," a voice coldly interrupted the conversation between the two,

"It's enough for the England national team to reach the final for a year."

"Want to win the championship? The Hogsmeade Quidditch team is more reliable than them!"

Professor Dumbledore's movements froze for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face: "What a coincidence, Minerva."

Professor Dumbledore knew that Professor McGonagall didn't know whether he was in the laboratory before.

She just left a message on the silverware on her desk, and there was a high probability that she would put the documents on the desk and leave.

So I obviously waited for a few minutes on purpose, just to wait for Professor McGonagall to leave the principal's office before signing, so as to avoid accidents.

Now...how come Professor McGonagall didn't leave!

"I thought you were busy with something, Albus." Professor McGonagall said with a sneer,

"So you were chatting with your favorite student?"

"The last such student was Hagrid, and the last one was Mr. Newt Scamander..."

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, you really care about your students!"

"I care so much that all the work that the principal should complete is completely thrown to me!"

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(Thanks to the big guy who doesn't know how to brush Shandi Faye is not a good baboon!)
(End of this chapter)