Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

Harry didn't know how he got back to the dormitory. He let himself fall into the bed, his mind filled with what Dumbledore said to him.

Harry, are you in sixth grade?I'm sorry that I may not be able to wait until you graduate.

Harry, Voldemort placed a curse on the place where the locket was protected. The funny thing is that the locket I fought so hard to get was a fake. The real Slytherin locket was originally stolen by Regulus Black. You know, he is Sirius's younger brother. Everyone thought that he was a crazy and die-hard Death Eater like Bella, but they didn't expect that he was another Snape. Haha, pure Black can afford it. !Afford it!

Harry, I finally got the real locket from Kreacher, the house elf of the Black family, under the guise of Sirius, and after a lot of effort, I have to send this broken one back to him later. As a souvenir... Oh Harry, don't think I'm nagging you, after all, you are the only one here to listen to these words.

Harry, most of my magic power has been lost. I can't hold on until the end. I still have you, Harry. I still have you!The fragment on your head was the most likely means for us to defeat Voldemort. I know I can't blame Wan Mi, she is doing it for your own good...

Harry, for the sake of victory, I'm sorry to put such a heavy burden on you. I can't think of anyone else who can do it except you.

Harry...

Harry...

Harry covered his head with the quilt and cried silently. What was he going to do?

He knew that he had to listen to Dumbledore. Only he could do this!He was just a little sad.

Along the way, there were so many people in places he didn't know who sacrificed everything just for victory. Lupine's right hand was permanently cut off by black magic while chasing the Death Eaters, and his first child died unexpectedly before he was born. …

Mr. Weasley was seriously injured by Narcissa's attack, and Cedric was exhausted from his magic power in order to make fixed-point portable portkeys for everyone to pick up the younger students. He was attacked by Death Eaters while collecting information and is still in a coma. Fred...

It's just that he knows that there are countless dangers around him. If someone must bear this responsibility, he is very happy that it is him. He cries just because... he is not ready to become a person like Dumbledore.

the next day.

Everyone expected to see Dumbledore at the headmaster's desk in the morning, after all they had seen Dumbledore back yesterday.

But no, not the next day, not the third day, not the fourth day...

On the tenth day, Dumbledore finally appeared at the principal's dining table. No one expected that on this day, another person who had not appeared for a long time would also come back.

"Snape! What are you doing here!"

Mag was the first to stand up and scold.

"Why can't I come back? I'm still a professor at Hogwarts and the head of Slytherin, right?"

The professor's chair was quiet. Yes, as long as he was still a professor at Hogwarts, Hogwarts would not keep him out, let alone warn them of enemy attacks.

Harry gritted his teeth and refused to go out!don't want!Hold it!

"Dumbledore, I have always wanted to know how strong you are. Would you not accept a challenge from a junior?"

Snape stood at the door of the auditorium, shouted loudly to Dumbledore opposite, waved his wand, and the aisle in the middle instantly widened, like a battle corridor, and the students at the tables on both sides fit the scene like an audience.

"What if I refuse?"

Dumbledore spoke calmly.

Snape raised his eyebrows and said nothing, walking onto the battlefield step by step.

Dumbledore sighed, left the staff table, and walked up the wide corridor.

After saluting each other, the two of them fought together in silence. Everyone thought that Snape was overestimating his own abilities, but they didn't expect that the one who was losing ground in front of everyone was actually Dumbledore! !

Why?When everyone was confused, they heard Snape's wild laughter, "Hahahahaha! Dumbledore, you are indeed cursed. Just like the master said, you are not going to die soon! Maybe all the magic power in your body is almost gone! Dumbledore Bullido! What qualifications do you have to be the principal now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic spell hit Dumbledore's chest, and the magic blade disappeared!

Harry recognized it!Knows it's his turn to play!

"Snape!"

The same magical blade was returned to Snape, but he easily dodged it, "Harry Potter! We are dueling!"

"Fuck the duel! Professors! Classmates! Did you hear what he said? He knew that the principal was weak! Is this the dueling spirit?! Don't forget what he is! Food! Death! Disciple!"

Harry almost forced these three words out of his mouth. He had just learned Snape's true identity and was about to draw his wand at him. Sorry, Snape.

"Protect Dumbledore!"

He kept attacking Snape, and even the professors dropped their spirit of dueling and took action after shouting. Harry curled his lips. To be honest, he didn't despise the spirit of dueling that the wizarding world must abide by to the end. How long has it been? ?No wonder Voldemort was able to develop under the noses of a group of big bosses, so pedantic and ignorant!

Get out of here!

Snape was forced back to the gate by McGonagall, "Burning flames!"

Under the cover of the fierce flames, he hurriedly ran out of the door and disappeared.

"Principal Dumbledore!"

Harry anxiously covered Dumbledore's bleeding chest and chanted the healing spell. Draco, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly felt a little pain in his chest for some reason. It was an illusion!It must be an illusion!

Snape's magic was so strong that Harry chanted a counter-curse for several minutes to finally stop the bleeding. Before everyone could relax, Dumbledore suddenly started to do it, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and then fell straight down again. .

"headmaster!"

"Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore had been in a coma since the day Snape broke into the school.

The senior therapist from St. Mungo's came to check and reluctantly announced that he could not revive Dumbledore, let alone hold him alive.

"He has been cursed and his life has come to an end. It will only be within a month. His coma is a kind of relief. This curse will become more painful in the end. When he wakes up, he can only feel the rapid passage of life."

"Haha, haha, haha, well done, Miss Parkinson, you should have a place by my side. I have to say that you are better than your father."

After listening to Pansy Parkinson's words relayed by the therapist in the water mirror, Voldemort laughed happily, "We can't be so ungrateful for a month? We have to work hard and organize the manpower within 20 days. Target Hogg Watts!”

"Yes! My master!"

After receiving the order, the Death Eaters all quietly exited the room.

After Pansy carefully reported the news, she couldn't hide the excitement on her face. 20 days!

Only noble purebloods are worthy of this world!

But she seemed to have forgotten to tell her master something, what was it?

never mind!If you can’t remember it, it must be something unimportant!