[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Harry blushed and said sheepishly, "Yes."

"The object is... that mysterious person?"

"Yes."

"How are you? Are you happy?" Hermione couldn't help interjecting.

"he treats me well."

Lupine looked at him leisurely: "Do you regret it?"

Harry bit his lip, there was still a tear on his eyelashes, but it wasn't regret, at least not about leaving Hogwarts for Death Eater Manor.He answered slowly, but everyone could see his resolute mood at the moment: "I don't regret it."

Hermione's eyes were starting to turn red again, but she tried to hold back the tears.Mrs. Weasley smiled, and she repeated her previous words, her tone softer than before: "Harry, we will always be your family."

Her gentle expression was so contagious, and her eyes of trust and encouragement warmed Harry's heart.Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of Harry's mouth, and he laughed with tears: "I have always been the eighth child of the Weasley family!"

Mrs. Weasley nodded with tears in her eyes, and gave Harry another hug before letting him go.Mr. Weasley came up and patted him on the shoulder, Bill smiled at him, and the twins grimaced at him from behind their parents.Finally, it was Ron. He looked at Harry, muttered for a long time, and finally said, "Tomorrow is my birthday."

Harry realized that tomorrow would be March 3st.Guilt spread in his heart again, but he remained calm on the surface, and even smiled and said to Ron: "Happy birthday to you in advance!"

Ron's red hair is on fire: "We'll always be buddies, won't we?"

"Yes. Forever, forever," said Harry, looking him in the eye.

Hagrid also leaned over and hugged for a while, the big man mumbled with a thick nasal cavity: "forever."

Harry wiped his face again.

You guys, don't blame me?

The words had almost come to Harry's lips, but they were swallowed again.Everyone is telling him with actions: We don't blame you.

This is a completely different feeling from the Death Eater Manor.There, what is pursued is strength, power, and strength. The Dark Lord's strong personal charm and courage guide everyone to follow him; and here is the Order of the Phoenix, and here is Hogwarts, bright and warm, like a family.

"If, I mean, if you still go to the Death Eater Manor in the future, don't forget that we are still here, regardless of status or position, and will always be your relatives and friends. We will care about you, worry about you, and always Looking forward to hearing from you."

It seemed that something had already been foreseen, Lupine added a word.

Harry finally smiled in relief.

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Rural countryside near Paris, France.

"This is it?" Harry looked suspiciously at the ordinary little manor in front of him.

"It's here." Niggler Flint nodded affirmatively.He glanced at Harry and Sirius beside him with a half-smile, "Inconspicuousness means concealment, and our king is very good at how to conceal his whereabouts."

"Please come in," he walked into the small manor first, "The king is waiting for you."

Niggle Flint brought Harry and Sirius to the drawing room, served them a pot of black tea, and left.Not long after, Grindelwald walked in, dragging his angry steps.

"I guessed that you would come." He sat down in front of Harry unceremoniously, and snorted coldly, "It's no wonder that Albus cared about you so much."

"How is Professor Dumbledore?" Sirius asked impatiently.

"You want to know?" Grindelwald sneered and stood up, "Then follow me."

Walking through the path next to the living room, he opened the door of the master bedroom. Looking from a distance, he could see Dumbledore lying quietly on the bed, his silver hair and whiskers carefully groomed, his hands flat on his Beside him, it seemed that he was just sleeping.

However, as he continued to walk in, he could see his pale or even slightly blue face, and that blue color was even a little gray; he was lying flat, motionless, and his light blue eyes seemed to contain everything tightly. Tightly shut, not blinking at them playfully as usual, looks like...

like dead.

Sirius put his hand under Dumbledore's nose tremblingly, felt it for a while, and then his face gradually relaxed: "Huh..."

"Of course he's not dead," Grindelwald said sarcastically, watching his movements, "that idiot still wants something from me, how could he let Albus die like this?"

He strode forward and lifted the quilt, revealing Dumbledore's right hand.The old man's right hand was almost scorched, and dark magic lines climbed from his fingers, lingering with a strong black magic atmosphere. The black patterns outlined ominous marks on the palm and spread to the depth of the sleeve: "But, there is nothing better than that." How much better it is to be alive."

"Oh, shit," he cursed, staring at those black and enchanting patterns, "this damn overbearing curse!"

"I've tried my best to suppress it," he turned back the quilt, and twisted the corners of the quilt carefully for Dumbledore, "but this curse is still eroding his life, and even now he hasn't woken up." Almost The deep resentment that turned into substance can be heard from Grindelwald's words, "He is really calculating!"

Glancing at Dumbledore one last time, Grindelwald straightened up and said to the two people around him, "Come on, let's go to the drawing room and don't disturb Albus's rest."

They went back to the living room and sat down facing each other.Harry's expression was still a little dazed, and many clues that he had never paid attention to were turning in his mind.In the very beginning, the Dark Lord promised him with a smile, "Okay, no transfer to Durmstrang. I assure you, you can return to Hogwarts soon; after you return to Hogwarts I will be your teacher until Gwartz."

At that time, he was still wondering, Hogwarts was Professor Dumbledore's territory, how could he bring himself back to Hogwarts?

But the sweetness of love had gone to his head and made him ignore all that was wrong.

"...This is a trap that has been set long ago," Harry murmured, "He made preparations a long time ago to lure Professor Dumbledore into this trap..."

"I should have thought of it earlier," Grindelwald sneered at Harry, then continued, "Why was he so sure that I would tell him the secret of the Deathly Hallows? Hey, wait for me here."

"Why is Professor Dumbledore here? Why is he unconscious?" Only Sirius was still confused, "Wait, aren't you in Nurmengard? How did you leave?"

Grindelwald glanced at him with mental retardation: "Isn't this obvious! That guy made Dumbledore unconscious and cursed, and used him to blackmail me. Nurmengard is now his territory, and I How dare you stay there with an unconscious Albus? Who knows if he might poison Albus in the meal or something to make him sicker?"

"As long as he stays in his place," Grindelwald said with a chilling smile on his lips, "Albus will never be sober. You know, a comatose Albus is in his best interest." .As long as he is clear-headed, he is the banner that will never fall in everyone's heart and inspires all rebels."

Sirius looked stunned: "So you took Professor Dumbledore and left."

"He thought I couldn't leave Nurmengard," Grindelwald took a sip of tea viciously, "but I couldn't leave Nurmengard? Yes, I was trapped in Nurmengard for more than 40 years and couldn't leave. But that's because Nurmengard's magic defenses are tight enough! That idiot cleverly added an extra defense system there, but it exposed enough flaws for me to escape..."

"I was trapped in Nurmengard for so long, but I didn't stay there for nothing. This is the strongest prison I have built with my own hands. It is almost perfect, otherwise how could I be trapped." Grindelwald Said angrily, couldn't help adding another curse, "That idiot! Stupid!"

Harry moved uncomfortably.

This action attracted Grindelwald's attention, and he looked at Harry with a sneer, "It's you, although I guessed that you would come over, but I didn't expect to see you."

"You're screwed," Grindelwald said, gloating in his tone. "He can't stand betrayal. You can't hide it from him. He'd be terribly angry, I can imagine how he'd feel, he might even kill you."

No, he won't.Harry thought uncomfortably.

Grindelwald seemed to know what Harry was thinking, and his smile became colder, as if he completely projected Dumbledore's unconscious resentment onto Harry.There was a playful joke in his eyes: "Do you think he loves you?"

"Of course." Harry retorted immediately to hide the uneasiness in his heart, his intuition was calling the police to him, as if something he absolutely didn't want to know was about to be revealed, "We love each other."

He stared at Grindelwald, and the accent repeated: "We love each other."

"It's cruel, but I still want to tell you," Grindelwald's expression was filled with pity, and his wand twirled in his hand, "He doesn't love you."

"You're talking nonsense!" Harry stood up violently, almost turning over the coffee table in front of him.

Grindelwald snorted, with a wolf-like cruel expression: "He doesn't love you. You are just his Horcrux."

"What... a Horcrux?" Sirius interjected weakly.

"Cut the soul and store it, and the resulting utensils are called Horcruxes." Grindelwald took a sip of tea, with a cold expression of pity and genuine gloating, "Horcruxes can bring people eternal life."

He stared at Harry and repeated: "As long as the Horcrux exists, the main soul will live forever."

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