The leader of HP arrives

"I'm sorry, Godfather—" Draco tried hard to tighten his cheeks, showing a resolute tough guy expression, but the red eyes still revealed the grievance and weakness of the little nobleman, "I, I'm just scared. I—I just want to help."

"It's okay, I didn't blame you." The timid explanation of the little noble made people feel warm and sour.Dongfang Bubai remembered that when he just met Draco, the little bun was waiting for food, and he grabbed his finger in one bite.He always regards Draco as an ignorant toddler, and always wants to isolate this child from all dangers and dangers, but repeatedly ignores that this child has grown up, ignoring Draco's determination and determination to protect his family effort.

Dongfang Bubai turned his head to the side, noticed that Lucius was not covering up the dark circles well, and rubbed Draco's hair again.Sacrifice your country?For the stability of the seal, for the peace of the magical world, sacrifice the small self to complete the big self?In his previous life, Dongfang Bubai was never a knight-errant who was responsible for the world, and in this life he will not be a wizard with boundless love. There are few things he cherishes, and few people he wants to protect. indivual.

"Lucius, if—" Dongfang Bubai hesitated for a moment, he wanted to decide to tell Lucius, but he was a little worried that this decision would be too cruel for the platinum nobles, "Lucius, if one day, Muggles will find Diagon Alley, blood clans will attack the wizarding world, and the entire British wizarding world is in turmoil and falling apart, will you hate me?".

Patriarch Malfoy didn't even think about it for too long. He had already experienced the most difficult period. Countless Death Eaters were thrown into Azkaban, the mysterious man was unknown, and Mulgraf attacked the manor.It has taken him more than ten years to win the wish at this time. Lucius firmly believes that as long as the man in front of him is still standing by his side, nothing in this world can hit a Malfoy. No matter what time, no matter what happens, I will be your most loyal servant, and I am willing to be your sharp blade and your magic wand."

Dongfang Bubai smiled. The Platinum Noble’s declaration is not so much a distinction between good and evil as a straightforward confession. He kissed the tip of Lucius’ nose, “I want to talk to Dumbledore, wait I'll be back for dinner."

Just talking, it sounds like a lighthearted meeting, sweetened with honeyed black tea and handmade biscuits.But there was neither black tea nor biscuits here, and Dumbledore chose the old house in Govic Valley as the meeting place.After years of baptism, the smell of blood and traces of battles have completely faded away, and the broken furniture and peeling wallpaper made the whole house look dilapidated and desolate.

"Riddle, I didn't expect you to want to see me." Dumbledore sat on an old cloth-covered sofa. This old and desolate atmosphere permeated the whole house, and seemed to be soaked in the old wizard as well. The skin on the backs of the hands was loose, with the spots and wrinkles typical of old age.

"I have been to Nurmengard and Albania, I have met Gellert Greenwald, and I have also met Nick LeMay." Dongfang Bubai opened the door straight to the point, "I refuse."

I refuse, refuse to succeed Nick Flamel to guard the seal, refuse to split the Horcrux, refuse to save this magical world?Dumbledore opened his mouth, but no sound came out.Before the meeting, he had expected that Riddle might know the truth, and he had prepared a plan that would be emotional and reasonable, and he was also prepared to deal with the possibility of a fight, but he did not expect such a calm and cold rejection.

"You are a wizard, Riddle." The old wizard thought for a long time, and finally recovered his memory, "You are part of the wizarding world, whether you admit it or not, Hogwarts shaped you, and the wizarding world You have achieved you. You have enjoyed everything this world has given you, the magic from blood, and the status of Slytherin. You should take on the responsibility of guarding this world. We escaped the persecution of the Holy See and the blood clan Greedy, avoid the prying eyes of Muggles, look at the children of Hogwarts, that is the future of the wizarding world, can you destroy everything now with your own hands?"

"The sacrifices of the Slytherin family for thousands of years are already enough to repay this debt. I don't owe the wizarding world, Dumbledore." Dongfang Bubai looked into the eyes of the old wizard behind the lens, "It's like the sunrise and sunset, The tide ebbs and flows, everything now is just a normal historical cycle, the magic world has been decayed for too long, and it is time to break it and rebuild it."

"Yes, just as he said." Dumbledore rubbed the corners of his eyes, his eye sockets were a little wet, in order to conceal his emotion, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lens with his head down, "Since I saw you From the very first glance, I knew that you were the same person as him."

Dongfang Bubai didn't ask further. This person may be Greenwald, or someone else, but it has nothing to do with him.

"Perhaps this is Merlin's arrangement." Dumbledore smiled wryly, and suddenly raised the wand in his hand and whispered a curse, "Sacrifice with my blood, dedicate my soul, and awaken the sleeping magic elements—"

A scorching and stagnant pain spread from his feet, Dongfang Bubai stopped in his tracks, and he recalled this tormenting pain.This was the effect of the life sacrifice magic. Many years ago, at the same place, he also suffered such an attack. If it wasn't for Joyce, he would have almost died under this spell.

He found himself once again falling into Dumbledore's conspiracy. Sacrificial magic is not a spell but a magic circle. Mulgraf cannot use magic. The effect of the magic circle was not exerted.The old wizard's strong magic and powerful soul made him trapped in the magic circle and couldn't extricate himself. Dongfang Bubai counterattacked almost at the same time, and shot more than ten silver needles with a flick of his wrist. .