94 Diagon Alley

Then slid to the side and took the initiative to reveal the spiral staircase behind.

Gwen climbed the stairs three by two, and the door to the circular office opened just as she stepped on the last step.

Dumbledore behind the door folded his hands in front of his mouth, thinking about something.

Gwen wiped the sweat from his face, "Professor...we...have to talk."

Dumbledore the Whitebeard gracefully asked Gwen to take a breath and sat on one of the chairs opposite him. Gwen guessed that this was the chair that had just served the Weasleys.

"You are not a frequent visitor here, Miss Ollivander." The headmaster's soft voice came slowly, and it was interesting that as long as this great wizard spoke, he could It calmed the anxious Gwen a lot.

"I need an answer." She looked straight into Dumbledore's eyes, wishing he would tell her she was being silly, "I heard Ron was drinking Slughorn intended to give you a present."

Dumbledore's calm expression finally changed, "Yeah, I think I should be responsible for Ron Weasley's tragic encounter."

"You know what I mean." Gwen could no longer speak calmly, "Katie's necklace, poisoned mead—all for you. I'll be more honest. Well, Headmaster, I eavesdropped on Professor Snape's conversation with Malfoy. The Man-You-Knower gave Malfoy a task, and he himself admitted that he was the one who hurt Katie." Gwen took a deep breath, "Also. With that thing you commissioned me to do - can I be any more stupid?"

"On the contrary," Dumbledore put down his hands, and changed her name to talk to her, "Gwen. You have proved to me once again that you are a very keen witch."

"Oh!" Gwen let out a whimper, covering his face. "Please tell me I guessed wrong, Professor. Malfoy's job is... to kill you?"

Dumbledore did not speak, and turned to serve Gwen a cup of sweet berry black tea.

But it only made Gwen more restless, and she supported the armrest with both hands, for fear of falling off the chair herself. "My wand—a shoddy one—would ruin your plans! How can you fool You-Know-Who?"

Dumbledore raised his hands and pressed them down, Gwen immediately felt a warm current flowing from the top of his head to his body. "Relax, Gwen. Professor Snape probably reminded you that these shouldn't be your worries, so why not enjoy your last time at Hogwarts - ah, youth, I promise it will be It was the happiest experience of your life."

"How can I?" Gwen was hysterical, "After I learned of such a dire state of affairs? A student accepted a mission from the Dark Lord to murder the greatest white wizard. —”

"—that's really over the top."

"And he and one of his teachers not only didn't stop the student! They also acquiesced in that man to hurt two innocent students!" Gwen was furious, she faced the principal whom she respected so much, Annoyed with his light-hearted attitude.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, looking guilty. "It's certainly my fault, Gwen. I never thought of Draco Malfoy..."

"Because of his pure soul?" Gwen grew louder, "Because he wasn't even a Death Eater—yes, I checked it out—but he really wanted to I'm going to kill you and everyone else who gets in your way."

"It's impolite." A soft voice came from a portrait on the wall, Phineas Nigellus Black, Sirius' great-great-grandfather, lying on his arm just now He seemed to be asleep, and raised his head just now. Several of the old principals in the portraits on the wall were also awakened, eavesdropping on their conversations. "Back then, I wouldn't have allowed a student to object to the headmaster of Hogwarts."

Gwen also realized that she was too excited, she thought she would be immediately removed from the principal's room. But Dumbledore turned around to reassure Phineas and turned to Gwen to explain.

"You must have also noticed that Professor Snape was trying to get information from Malfoy." His white beard moved.

"But that doesn't work, Malfoy doesn't trust his Dean as much as he used to," said Gwen desperately. "Above all, Snape and Mrs. Malfoy made an unbreakable oath. Forgive my pessimism, Headmaster. Doesn't that mean Professor Snape has to keep Malfoy on his toes?"

Dumbledore's beard moved again, this time with a bigger smile. Even Phineas, whose face was not worried just now, looked at Gwen mockingly, as if she was a child who didn't understand anything but lost her temper.

"I'm glad to see that you already know something about this magical spell," said Dumbledore, "but, Gwen. Allow me to ask, can you come up with a Flawed magic?"

"A lot." Gwen said subconsciously, and even had the feeling that he was in class, "A lot of magic has no anti-curse..."

"An anti-curse is not the only way to break a magic." Dumbledore's eyes looked into the distance. "Like time."

Of course, Gwen thought. If the wizard who cast the spell dies, most of the magic disappears with it.

"But in some cases, there's not that much time." Gwen bit the bullet and said, "What if irreparable damage has been done? Like unforgivable..." Then Gwen closed his mouth , she immediately thought of a living example.

"You have obviously noticed a solution." Dumbledore retracted his gaze, "As for the oath we were discussing, it was not called unbreakable from the time of the oath."

Gwen didn't quite understand. But the principal has been reluctant to reveal more information.

"Before I came," Gwen decided to be candid about what he was really afraid of, "I still have one last shred of hope. Professor, can you promise you'll be fine?" said When she was done, she looked straight at Dumbledore's prominent, charred finger.

"I don't want you to be burdened, Gwen. A fake wand is the best solution I've discussed with Professor Snape."

"But that's probably the biggest flaw!" Gwen almost screamed. "Why does it have to be on the wand! Can't it be a potion—or some other trick?"

"The wand is very important." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "It can even be said that it is a crucial part."

"It has to be a wand? It has to be Professor Snape's wand?" Gwen raised his head sharply, "I thought he was from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Professor Snape is of course." Dumbledore was firm this time, "and you don't have much doubt about it, which saves me a lot of time in explaining."

"I understand, you are using your own methods to stop Malfoy." Gwen smiled wryly, boldly commenting on the two excellent wizards naive, "but not from the source to stop him , but prepared to turn the tide at the last minute—what a perfect plan." She said somewhat sarcastically, "Then in case, I mean in case, the situation comes to a last resort..."

"Professor Snape and I are ready." The great old man smiled quietly, looked at Gwen, and said words that could turn the wizarding world upside down in the plainest tone.

"Are you joking?" Gwen's eyes reddened, "What does Dumbledore mean? You are the best wizard in the world, how would we fight that man without you?"

"You may call him Voldemort, Gwen."

"Damn Voldemort, who can beat him without Dumbledore? Who has faith and hope to fight him? Most importantly, you promised me—my grandpa Safety!" After the last sentence, Gwen had lost all hope, and seemed to foresee the retreat of the wizards and the magical world of war.

"Wherever I am, I will follow my promise. Garrick must be safe."

"If you...," Gwen dared not say the word, "the Malfoys will be on their knees and kiss Voldemort's robes in three seconds!"

"I have always had the lowest hopes for human nature," said the aged principal, "and it is pleasing to know that when the counterparty to the deal is a wizard of valuable character, then I have reason to trust that person will not betray me."

"Malfoy has no credibility." Gwen pierced him mercilessly.

"I don't mean credit, I mean love." He winked slyly at Gwen, and told her vaguely that he knew she had done "little things" to Draco Malfoy. small punishment". He seemed to want Gwen to understand what he was implying.

"As for me," said Dumbledore slowly, standing up and walking towards the window, looking down at the lively Hogwarts, "never the wizards' only hope, Gwen."

"You can't expect Harry to be alone - he's even just an underage, love-ridden fool!" Gwen exclaimed.

"Harry is neither, but he is our most precious hope." Dumbledore turned briskly and looked at Gwen with deep meaning, "You, all the little wizards, all the young People are the real hope of the magic world."

"I'm sorry I can't understand this sentence at all now, or I'm a little suspicious of this point of view." Gwen said in a tantrum, and the gorilla-like Goyle and Crabbe appeared in his mind. face. Although she knew she couldn't blame Dumbledore at all. The old man didn't even hesitate to count his own life, and there were many around him with the same ideals.