Save the world from Hogwarts

Lin Zhen patted her head lovingly: "Didn't we just meet at lunch?"

"Ah, I don't know why, I just miss you." Furong pouted cutely and leaned on Lin Zhen's arm, "It's really weird. I've been here for such a long time during the summer vacation, but now it's so difficult. Alas, I It would be nice if I was in the same grade as you."

"Then I might have to find a way to secretly grow up by two years." Lin Zhen laughed heartily and added some food to Furong's plate, "But before that, we have to fill our stomachs first."

Furong stuck out her tongue playfully, rubbed Lin Zhen's arm again, then sat upright and started eating happily.

"Hmph, you really deserve to be a Beauxbatons warrior." Pansy held Bryce's arm and followed Draco into the hall.

Bryce chuckled and didn't dare to reply.

Lin Zhen seemed to be aware of their gaze and turned to look at them.

Pansy quickly raised an elegant yet sweet smile.

Lin Zhen also responded with a smile.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but Lin Zhen's attention was drawn away by Fleur shaking his hand.

Draco shuddered, suppressing the sadness and anger that was about to burst out, and walked behind Lin Zhen with heavy steps.

At the teacher's desk, Snape, who had been paying attention to the movements here, lowered his eyes and secretly wondered whether he should talk to the older platinum peacock.

After dinner, Lin Zhen naturally walked around Hogwarts with Fleur.

After meeting the third boy who accidentally fell down because he was too fascinated by Furong, Furong couldn't help but sigh quietly: "If only all the boys could be as handsome, considerate and cool as you." alright."

Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh," Furong yelled, and her silver-white hair gently brushed Lin Zhen's neck as she moved.

Dumbledore has been having a headache lately.

If nothing else, it was because of the golden boy Harry Potter who had shaken his heart.

He always felt indebted to this child.

When interviewing Sybil, a descendant of a family of prophecies, I unexpectedly learned the prophecy of defeating the Dark Lord from her mouth.

The great joy made him relax his vigilance. It was not until the waiter's voice sounded outside the door that he realized that someone was eavesdropping.

He would not admit the shadow that panicked and fled, Severus Snape, who was extremely talented in potions, a Death Eater obsessed with Voldemort's power.

When he went back that day, he thought about it for a long time.

He knew that Severus would definitely tell Voldemort about hearing the prophecy, but how would he do it?

For the powerful Voldemort at that time, this was probably the only way to defeat him.

Dumbledore would never forget that day when he sat drowsily in his office, with the words "for the greatest good" lingering in his mind.

He also struggled in his heart, but in the end, he made a choice.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly.

Harry was right, he didn't dare.

He chose the known future over an unknown fate.

The moment he made the decision, he fully understood the consequences of this decision, but he still chose this path.

Everything went smoothly.

Voldemort himself marked Harry as his rival, and two excellent children, Lily and James, died as a result.

Dumbledore remembered that it was he who personally took Harry into Hagrid's arms and placed him at the door of Lily's sister's house on Privet Drive.

He knew exactly what Harry's future life would be like.

But he firmly believed that according to Petunia Evans, Harry would be able to survive no matter what.

Childhood will shape Harry's son into what he wants.

In Harry's first year of school, in order to ensure that Harry could enter Gryffindor, he made an exception and asked Hagrid to introduce Harry to the magical world.

He was somewhat relieved when Hagrid came back to tell him that Harry was fine.

During the sorting ceremony, he stared at this child with clear eyes.

When the Sorting Hat shouted "Ravenclaw", he was still a little worried that things were beyond the scope of his plan.

But when the child looked into his eyes, he understood that even if there was a small mistake in the process, it would not have any impact.

During Harry's first, second and even third grade, he watched the child grow from an innocent child to a vibrant teenager little by little.

Dumbledore was very pleased that this was much better than he expected.

Harry also grew up much faster than he planned.

Of course, how can it not be fast?

After all, it was the Harry who became Ravenclaw, or the Harry who miraculously won Severus' approval.

But then he got a little worried.

Harry is so smart, much smarter than his mother Lily.

In his second year, Harry showed how smart he was.

The golden cup he got back from the secret room and his clear speculation all proved the child's excellence.

Inevitably, this child's closeness to books and the Malfoy family made him worry about whether Harry would become the next Demon King.

A series of cryptic observations, as well as Getler's reply to him, made him feel relieved about Harry.

After all, his attitude towards Tom was

Dumbledore tightened his grip on the cup in his hand.

Now, he had some doubts about his persistence.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

He whispered to himself.

Fox seemed to feel his depressed mood, flapped his wings and flew to his shoulder, and gently pecked his beard.

"Fawkes." Dumbledore raised his hand and touched Fawkes' smooth and beautiful feathers, "What should I do?"

His hand gradually dropped.

In the silent office, the only sound was Fox preening his feathers.

Now that Voldemort only has one soul piece left, perhaps it's time for Harry to live a normal life.

His hands suddenly tightened.

No, not right.

Dumbledore sat up straight.

If there was a flash of light in his eyes.

What if the fragment of Voldemort's soul that was accidentally split from Harry's body did not disappear?

He quickly connected everything that had happened in the past few years.

When Harry faced Voldemort's main soul in his first year, he and Severus rushed to the scene. Except for Quirrell, who had been reduced to ashes, the main soul and the Sorcerer's Stone were nowhere to be seen.

In Harry's second year in the Chamber of Secrets, he faced a Death Eater, Voldemort's soul piece that had absorbed enough life force, and a basilisk that had lived for a thousand years, all by himself.

In Harry's third year, in the final stage of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry also faced Voldemort who wanted to be resurrected alone.

As far as he knew, those Death Eaters who had escaped from prison had already complied with Voldemort's call.