When the savior is no longer the savior

After reading it carefully, he didn't say anything, and only contacted Sirius with the double-sided mirror.

Sirius immediately appeared on the other side of the mirror: "James? I happen to have something to ask you too."

"No surprise," James mumbled. "Well, tell me? I got a letter from Malfoy today."

"Is there anyone else beside you, James?" Sirius didn't answer immediately, but asked such a question.

"Lily is next to you...El, go and have breakfast." James said to Il.

"Hey! Why can't I know?" Earl raised his voice immediately, "Harry never—"

"Because you don't know Occlumency at all," James said immediately, "and I'm not Harry, and you know far more than you should know. Suppose someone used Legilimency on you, and you would Smash everything!"

Yi Er wanted to argue, but Lily pulled him away decisively.

James turned back to the double-sided mirror: "Okay, we can talk."

"This letter was indeed sent to Harry at the behest of Voldemort," Sirius said, "but Lucius said he could join us."

"United?" James repeated in a low voice.

"He means he can spy for us," Sirius said.

James didn't speak immediately. After a while, he said, "What about his request?"

"Voldemort is very worried about him now, and he needs to make some achievements to win the favor of the other party." Sirius said.

"You mean to make Harry accept the invitation?" James asked slowly.

"That's not what I meant." Sirius said displeased.

"Well, of course, it's not what you mean, it's what your brother-in-law means." James said casually.

Sirius raised his head: "If you are in front of me now, I will definitely show you."

"Oh, it's such a pity, brother, we are thousands of miles away at the moment." James said triumphantly.

Both laughed.

James scratched his hair: "How reliable do you think it is?"

"It's hard to say." Sirius hesitated for a moment, "But...the Malfoy family did lose a lot. Before this incident, with Malfoy's status and ability, Lucius would not accept such a task."

James said nothing.

Sirius asked again, "Is Harry with you now?"

"No," James said.

Sirius became alert, and James quickly added: "He hasn't read this letter yet, he should just go out for a walk."

"He is still wanted, a total of six thousand Galleons." Sirius said delicately.

"That's right, but you can't keep him in the house all the time, can you? I'm sure he knows when to go out and when not to go out," James said.

"I think you're right," Sirius said appreciatively, "James, I always thought he was very different from you, but now it seems that's not the case."

James smiled proudly: "He's my child! Sirius, you'll like him more and more. As for this letter—I'll go and see Dumbledore."

"Good idea," Sirius said, before cutting off the connection first.

James also put away the double-sided mirror and came to the dining table.

El was still angry and didn't look at James.

Calmly, James asked Lily to pass him the jam and handed the letter back to Il.

Earl reached out and took it.After a while, he asked sullenly, "Will Harry go?"

"Not good," James said.

Ill tapped his fork on the plate as if venting his anger: "Stop kidding, how could Harry go over there!?"

Amid the crisp collision sound, Lily cast a disapproving look at Il, and then looked at James with stern eyes.

What James was about to say immediately turned a corner: "Yes, I also don't think Harry can go, but you should still show this letter to Dumbledore, he-well, always thinks more than us Some."

This time there was no objection.

They changed the subject and started chatting about trivial but relaxing things. After breakfast, Il helped Lily clear the table, and James went on to read the newspaper he hadn't finished. Finally, when Il took the letter and asked When he went upstairs, he suddenly remembered and asked, "By the way, where did Harry go?"

Harry, who had left Godric's Hollow early, certainly wasn't looking for Voldemort to be his lone hero - in fact, he was just going to solve some small personal problems about himself.

This is the sixth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital. The middle-aged female therapist who had examined Harry had just walked into her office when a voice from behind her stopped: "Madam, close the door, I don't have malicious."

The middle-aged witch's body became stiff, and she closed the door awkwardly without looking back.

"I only need five minutes," said Harry, who was standing behind the door. "After five minutes, it doesn't matter if you want to call someone or notify the Ministry of Magic."

"What do you want me to do?" the middle-aged therapist asked calmly without turning around.

"Just wanted to consult something. I'll pay you enough." Harry said, walking up to the therapist, and lowered his wand, "Ma'am, you may not remember, but—"

"I remember," the female therapist interrupted Harry, "that there aren't that many people who are pregnant at the age of 15, are male, and decide to have a baby and come in here to take the baby because of the Unforgivable Curse."

"Oh," said Harry dryly, all the bad memories, "that was nice—really nice."

"What do you want to ask?" The female therapist looked a little unnatural.

Harry frowned slightly: "There are not many things, ma'am, I just want to ask, if I must not have children in the future? And, should I pay attention to something now? It's written in those books."

"Uh—yes, no, no," said the female therapist, "it's very likely that you won't have children in the future, but not absolutely. As for what to pay attention to? Merlin, it's been almost a month now, and you just came here Ask me? But beware—of course, I can write to you."

As she spoke, she took out a quill and parchment from the table, carefully wrote the entire chapter, and handed it to Harry: "Is there anything else?"

"It wasn't there," said Harry, "but now it is." He raised his wand. "What are you afraid of, madam?"

"--what?"

"What are you afraid of?" Harry repeated clearly. "Since I came in, you dare not meet my eyes. Is it because you quietly notified the Ministry of Magic?"

"I do not have!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm sure," Harry said gently, "I've been here all this time, and I haven't seen you make too many extra movements—so I'm a little puzzled, ma'am, what are you afraid of? . . . about me?"

"..."

Not much time, Harry decided to put it another way: "I was able to kill a werewolf three years ago, ma'am, and now I'm wanted by the Ministry of Magic for the Unforgivable Curse. Maybe you can think about it, and it's up to you to say it yourself , or I use Legilimency." He added, "I don't really like the spell, to be honest, but you have to rely on it sometimes, don't you?"

The face of the female therapist changed a little.

Harry seized the opportunity, "And this matter about me doesn't seem so legal or moral, otherwise there won't be dodge and guilt in your eyes, ma'am."

"...well," the female therapist finally compromised, "it's Dora. Your friend."

"Lady Dora?" Harry murmured.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of Augustus Manor in Little Hangleton.

Snape came early?Dora, who was arranging clothes in the bedroom, looked at the time wonderingly, went downstairs and opened the door, but found that no one was outside the door.

Did you knock on the wrong door?Still... Dora thought a little uneasily.She looked around her room, and suddenly found that the door of the study room on the second floor was opened a crack, her expression changed drastically, she lifted her skirt and ran up.

"Whoever you are, get away from him, now! That's my boy—"

"'My child'?" came a clear, calm voice, and the man seated by the window with folded hands repeated the word.He straightened his back, turned to look at Dora, his emerald green eyes flickered with cold light: "To be honest, I don't know whether I should thank you, madam."

The author has something to say: Orz couldn’t write anymore yesterday... Pause, my fault, I’m really sorry for the girls who waited for the article TAT and thank you for the long comment from Danlan.

There is an article tomorrow.

Death Eaters

The gauze curtain in front of the window was drawn, and the morning sunlight came in vaguely, illuminating the room brightly.

On the high-backed chair by the window, Harry's gaze didn't stay on the children on the magic circle for a long time, and of course, he didn't pay much attention to Dora either.After coming to this room, he spent much more time looking out through the thin curtains, as if there was something very attractive to him outside.

There was a short, awkward silence.

Dora said deliberately: "Harry, I think—I can explain something."

"Great," said Harry, without too many ups and downs. "That's exactly what I want, ma'am. All ears."

This attitude made Dora uneasy. She approached the children on the magic circle, but stopped halfway, and sat opposite Harry, asking, "Do you want some tea?"

"Thanks, no," said Harry politely.

Dora answered, but poured two cups of tea anyway.She leaned forward slightly, her jaw tightened: "Before I explain in detail, I think I have to apologize to you."

Harry looked away from the window.He glanced at Dora, then turned to look at the child surrounded by the light cocoon, with an unclear expression.

Dora said sincerely, "Harry, I'm sorry, but at the time, if I didn't take him, he wouldn't have had any chance, and I had to - had to - take the child at once."

"You saved him," said Harry.

"Yes, but that's not the point of our talk," said Dora.

Harry retorted calmly, "No, that's the point of our point. I think I'd appreciate it if you hadn't notified me before and after you took him."

Dora opened her mouth and closed it again.It looked like she didn't know what else to say.

Harry tapped on the arm of the chair: "Let me guess, it might be unfair to accuse you of 'never telling me', after all, you valued this child very much from the beginning, more than I did...and, you told West Fleurs, is it?"

"Yes." The answer was not difficult, and Dora said with a sigh of relief.

"Because of what?" Harry asked.

"what?"

"Because of what," said Harry flatly, "no offense. But I suppose if you could, you wouldn't tell anyone - neither me nor Severus - otherwise at the very beginning, you could have said .”

Dora looked obviously not very happy, she pursed her lips: "I will tell you, after he is completely recovered."

"After he starts remembering people and remembering you?" Harry asked sharply.

Dora's face was flushed, but she didn't retort, she just kept her mouth shut tightly.

Harry's eyes fell on the white teacup in front of him.He looked at the light yellow tulips on the wall of the cup for a while.

Dora's voice sounded: "It's magic power."

"Magic?" Harry looked up.

"This magic circle only accepts the magic power of the two of you." Dora was a little tired, "I tried many other methods, but none of them worked."

"How much?" Harry asked.

Dora hesitated for a while: "I'm not sure, but obviously a lot."

Harry gave a small hum, looked at the sphere, and looked as if he wanted to get up and walk forward...but he didn't.Soon, he looked away, leaned back, and rested his head on the back of the chair: "Because of this, you told Severus, and Severus decided not to tell me..."

Dora understood the meaning of the words, and said hesitantly: "Harry, maybe my opinion is a bit arbitrary, but in the few times I chatted with Professor Snape, every time he looked soft and Because you—even this child, can't make him have too much gentle expression." She looked a little dissatisfied.

Harry glanced at Dora.Although his expression didn't change, Dora still sensitively noticed that the atmosphere of alienation surrounding the other party had faded a lot.

"Of course," said Harry, "we love each other, I have no doubts about that. If you don't mind, Lady Dora, I would like to know what kind of agreement the Professor has made with you."

Dora hesitated and said nothing.

Harry said casually: "By the way, ma'am, you have to know that two men are not good at raising children. I think when he is really healthy, I have to find a more careful lady..."

"It's just about the baby!" Dora said, abandoning Snape without hesitation. "He asked me to do everything in my power to protect the baby, Harry, and we used the Confusion Charm to make one of mine who happened to have a baby and didn't hold him." The relatives thought she gave me the child, and I wrote to Professor Snape, pretending to hire him to make a potion for the child to heal his body."

"It's dangerous," Harry murmured, and asked after a moment. "What's the pay?"

"The position of the child's godmother." Dora said a little nervously.

"Of course," whispered Harry, looking out of the window again, where he seemed to be looking at something...then, standing up, he said, "Anyway, I'm grateful you saved the child, ma'am. "

"It's nothing." Dora stood up after him, her eyes fell on Harry's face, and a loving smile floated on her charming cheeks. "You are as old as my child, Harry."

Harry laughed. "Thanks for the hospitality, but I should be going. The boy will trouble you, ma'am, I can't come over often, and since the professor doesn't want me to know about it—"

"I haven't seen you." Dora winked at Harry.

The corners of Harry's lips curled up. He said goodbye politely again, then turned and walked out of the study.But at this time, both he and Dora heard the sound of steady footsteps coming from the stairs, and the deep and powerful voice that followed: "Dora?"

With one hand on the doorknob, Harry froze in place.

It was Dora who opened the door.

Snape's right hand was slightly bent back, as if holding something.He didn't go in right away, but stood at the door and swept across the study.

But everything looks normal in the study.

Snape's eyes stayed on the child and the two cups on the coffee table for a while, and he asked Dora, "Did you have any guests?"

"Er - yes," said Dora, moving away to motion for Snape to come in.

Snape walked into the study slowly, his eyes wandering behind the desk and the undulating white gauze curtains: "I think so too. This guest is obviously very important, you even forgot to close the door at the bottom."

"It's just relatives I haven't seen for a long time, Ellie, my mother." Dora said with her back to Snape, who was clearing the table.And asked Snape if he wanted some tea.

Snape refused, went to the window, casually parted the curtains, let the sunlight into the study, and glanced as if casually behind the desk - but there was nothing, no one, and no clues.

Snape calmly suppressed the doubts in his heart, he came to the light cocoon, and reached out to touch the blue translucent mask.The magic power flowed into the light shield from the body, making the blue light that was already flowing on the magic power shield even more dazzling.

Similar to every time before, when the mask absorbed nearly one-third of the magic power in Snape's body, it automatically produced a force to push Snape's palm away.

Snape noticed that the child in the mask moved, apparently waving at him.It softened his eyes a bit.

Dora, who was standing by the side, also saw this scene. Unlike Snape's introversion, her smile was beyond words: "It's cute, isn't it? I've always been sorry..."

"Sorry?" Snape asked.

Dora glanced at Snape: "It's a pity that I didn't pay more attention to my children."

At this moment, Snape felt that the other party's eyes were a little strange, but before he could distinguish carefully, Dora turned around and said: "There have been some changes in the magic circle in the past two days. It's hard to say what it is, but it doesn't look like it It will be a bad thing, maybe in the future you won’t have to come over so frequently to input magic power..."

Her voice stopped abruptly when the doorbell rang from below.

"Your guest?" Snape asked.

"I suppose .

Snape didn't say anything, he picked up his wand and walked downstairs.

Just as Dora was about to follow up, she found that the window was pushed open, and a head suddenly appeared in midair... She was startled, and suppressed her scream back into her throat: "Harry, you haven't left yet?"

"It's back again." Harry, who was standing by the window, corrected in a low voice.Then without waiting for Dora to ask why, Harry went straight down, "The ones coming down are Death Eaters, probably because they couldn't find me, so they came to try their luck in the houses of all the people who had contact with me—Dora Hey, I'm sorry, but you listen to me, if you can, help me and this kid for 10 minutes and I'll let them go!"

"What do you want?" Dora asked warily.

But Harry wasn't ready to explain at all. After he finished speaking, he pulled up his cloak and disappeared into the study.

Dora rushed to the window, but it was too late. There was no one beside the window. She poked her head out, and heard a faint "bang" sound, and she didn't know if it was the sound of landing.

But at this time, the noise on the first floor became obvious. Dora looked back at the child in the light cocoon, gritted her teeth, and ran downstairs with her skirt in hand.

On the first floor, Snape was confronting two wizards who were clearly Aurors, with their wands drawn and pointed at each other.

Dora didn't have time to take a closer look, and hurried down the stairs, and heard the wizard in charge say unceremoniously: "According to recent investigations, we found that the owner of this house has frequent contacts with Ravens, a wanted man from the Ministry of Magic. We have There is reason to suspect that Dora Augustus concealed Ravens' whereabouts and helped him escape..."

He couldn't finish his words, and Dora, who rushed downstairs, slapped the wizard on the face.The crisp sound stunned everyone in the room. In the silence, Dora's face was full of anger, and her voice was stern: "My husband is the Auror minister who died in the line of duty! Even Fudge dare not talk to me like that, what are you? Come to my house to search!?"

The author has something to say: I have something to do tomorrow, I may not be able to write too much, but try to update it, um.

Thanks to DotageDT book friends for their overlord tickets.

The savior who came to the door

This is a small hill not too far from Augustus' residence.Harry stood on the hillside wearing an invisibility cloak, in the endless blue sky, the scorching sun swayed down and shone on Harry—oh, of course, it left no shadow on the ground.

There wasn't much time left for him, and Harry looked back at Dora's house that had been left behind, and began to count silently in his heart.

one two Three

Standing in the sun, the vine-covered old house is motionless, amidst the rustling, silence and tranquility surround it, and it is not at all obvious—yes, not at all that it is not at all obvious that a devil lives here.

six, seven

Soon, soon.

Eight, nine...

The flames soared into the sky!In the four corners of Gaunt's old house, raging fires sprang up without warning, and surrounded the old house in the blink of an eye, billowing black smoke——

Silence and tranquility had become silence and dead stillness.

Then, panicked cries came from both the fire pit and the foot of the mountain. Harry, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, vaguely heard someone shouting "arson" or "fire fighting". He pulled the cloak off his body, but then he thought that if setting a fire could burn Voldemort to death, then he would definitely be willing to become an arsonist... But to be honest, this is even less likely than Merlin's resurrection.

The blue-eyed boy sighed in frustration, pulled out his wand, and used a precise sleeping spell to send the first wizard who escaped the flames back to the old house.

The noise from the ring of fire suddenly became louder!

"Someone is outside!"

"It's a wizard!"

"Wizards attacked us—"

More and more wizards ran out of the circle of fire, they clutched their wands tightly, their expressions panicked, and some even held their left arms tightly...

Not surprising at all.

He is angry.He was almost mad with rage.It never occurred to him—nor did he dream—that someone would dare to come to him directly!This is provocation, this is complete contempt, he must make that person pay the price, pay the price...

For a moment, Harry seemed to have returned to the days when he was a Horcrux. He easily connected to Voldemort's mind, saw what Voldemort saw, and understood what Voldemort was thinking... The next moment, Harry shook his head and laughed dumbfounded Well, the soul piece has long since disappeared, and it is impossible for him to connect to Voldemort's brain again - what he needs now is to fight, not to guess and experience Voldemort's wrath idly.

Harry took two steps back. He waved his wand and quickly dealt with the two wizards. The rest of the people also found him immediately. At least three Killing Curses interspersed with other spells of various colors shot towards him in disorder. ——

In the Augustus house on the hill next to Gaunt's old house, Dora is confronting the two Aurors who came in.She looked at the two people standing in front of her coldly and full of anger, and said in a obviously depressed and mocking tone: "Take out the search warrant, gentlemen. I'd like to see who from the Ministry of Magic signed this ordered."

The leading Auror glanced at Dora fearfully, and said intimidatedly while glancing at the other person: "About this, this..."

The other Auror turned to study the sigil on the furniture, pretending he didn't see anything.

The face of the leading Auror changed obviously.

Noticing this, Dora was really relieved, and was about to take a breather, but saw another Auror who had been silent since entering, pointing at the window and shouting: "What is that?"

Several other people turned their heads to look together, and Dora whispered in surprise: "Fire?" She immediately remembered what Harry said a few minutes ago.

"We have to go and see, you know the minister is not happy with our actions this time, we have to do something real—yes, meaningful—something." The Auror who first noticed the situation was very rude say.

The leader Auror didn't say a word, he stared at the smoking area, and seemed to be estimating the location: "We should go there!" He said suddenly, looking panicked and hurried, "Yes, we should go there, excuse me." He said After finishing speaking hastily, he immediately turned around and walked out.

The remaining Auror took the opportunity to give Dora an apologetic smile, and said in a low voice, "This was not the minister's intention", before leaving.

But things are far from over.

After the two Aurors left one after another, Snape suddenly turned around and stepped up the dark brown solid wood stairs, and walked quickly to the study in the corner of the corridor!

Dora was taken aback for a moment, and quickly followed: "Severus? Wait, Severus?"

Snape ignored it, he came to the innermost part of the corridor, and roughly pushed open the room carved with runes——

A lot of sunlight comes in from the open floor-to-ceiling windows, the wind blows the milky white screens, and the well-planned courtyard looms among the flying white screens...

Snape's face became ugly, the corners of his lips twisted and flattened again, as if the master was trying to restrain his emotions: "I don't think your mother will run back to open the window after walking halfway, nor As for running to another manor to set fire after opening it again?"

Dora was quite embarrassed, and she coughed twice: "Yes—um—Harry told me not to—"

"Yes, yes," Snape whispered, "don't tell me, it's not surprising, not surprising at all."

"To be honest, it's really not surprising," Dora interjected, pointing to the child who was still sleeping soundly in the magic hood. "You're not that honest, are you?"

Snape pursed his lips and glanced at the child, then immediately shifted his gaze to Dora's face: "We need to change to a more secluded place."

Dora looked at the large floor-to-ceiling windows and the magic circle carved on the floor: "...well, I admit that you are right, although it has been a custom to carve the magic circle on the ground, but now it seems that Maybe...it's a bit silly." She muttered to herself.

Snape continued, "How long will it take to change places?"

Dora looked at the magic circle: "It won't be too long, but at least two or three days."

"I'll be over in three days," Snape said succinctly. "Also, I'm sorry about today, if—" he paused, "I mean, maybe I could put him somewhere else..."

"Let me ask," Dora interrupted Snape sullenly, "do you remember our agreement?"

"Of course," Snape replied, "that won't change."

"Very well," Dora nodded, and made a gesture of invitation, "Please, Mr. Snape, as far as the current situation is concerned, I think everything should remain as it is."

A brief silence.

"Thank you very much," said Snape, "ma'am."

"No. I'm not doing it for you, Mr. Snape," replied Dora.Then he turned his head and glanced at the direction of the fire outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but at this time, the fire had been extinguished, and only the vague scorched black and the faint sound coming from the wind proved that this morning in this small village far away from the city, there was no fire. It looks so peaceful.

At the scene of the fire, everything - scorched black walls, burned plants, wizards who were injured and unconscious during the battle, and even Muggles who heard the movement and ran over to check - everything was restored to its original state.

Under the brilliant sunshine, the trees in the old house are still lush and green, the white walls and diamond-shaped stained glass are spotless and shining, the creepers growing along the iron railings are dark green and rich in color, the gaps between leaves, beetles, cicadas, and many more Unknown insects lie on the leaves, resting peacefully.

But the interior of the old house is not so peaceful.

In that spacious hall, enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people, Voldemort's face was twisted, and he was so angry that he even threw several Cruciatus at the Death Eaters below.

"Check it out!" Voldemort roared, "I'll check it all! Potter, Potter..." He walked up and down the living room with his wand in his hand, "Why did he suddenly appear here? What did he say to Godric before?" Attack in the valley? Or..."

Voldemort stopped, his deep black eyes looked at the trembling people in the living room, he sat back on the chair for a moment, and ordered coldly: "Sort up and submit all the actions about Ravens in the past few days , Rodolphus."

"Yes, master." Rodolphus replied hastily.

"Also," Voldemort looked out the window, deep greed flashed in his eyes, "about Dumbledore..."

Leaving aside what exactly Voldemort wanted to do, at this time, Harry was using a Portkey not approved by the Ministry of Magic to come to Spider's End-this Portkey with a missing step was unstable, and it took Harry a lot of time to figure it out. Appears exactly in Spider's End.However, as soon as he stepped on the ground full of puddles and puddles, he realized that he had done a superfluous thing-he didn't have to be here, as long as he left Voldemort's inability to apparate He could have used Apparition to go straight back to Godric's Hollow...

"Merlin..." Harry, who took a lot of effort to come here through the portkey, groaned in a low voice, stepped over a soda can that rolled to his feet, and was about to apparate back to Potter Manor, but found that An old ginger cat squatted at the foot of the wall, looking at him with faint green eyes.

Harry recognized it, and it was the cat who had bullied him last time—well, being bullied by a cat and still being angry about it was a bit of a bad thing to say, but...

With a little bit of malice, Harry took a quick step towards the cat, trying to scare it away.

The old cat squatting at the foot of the wall jumped up with a "meow", but instead of slipping away along the wall, it ran to Harry's feet a few steps, raised its dirty paw, and kissed Harry's cheek slowly. magic robe...

After the sound of "stabbing--", the old cat yawned again "meowing", swung its tail and jumped into the garbage dump in the corner, disappearing.

Harry looked at the direction in which the cat had disappeared, and then at the foot of his robe...

He disapparated silently.

There was another "bang".

Beside a house not too far from where Harry disappeared, Snape came out from the corner, walked quickly into the house, and contacted Dumbledore through the fireplace: "Dumbledore, did Harry contact you? "

In the warm flames, Snape heard Dumbledore's answer: "Severus? Harry just contacted me."

Snape looked at the old man sitting behind the desk.The old man with gray hair and beard looked back at him calmly with blue eyes: "Shall I go to the Hog's Head Bar in Harry Hogsmeade together? Severus."

conversation

"Harry, have you ever thought about how we should deal with Voldemort?"

In the room on the second floor of the Pig's Head pub, Dumbledore sat with his hands folded on an old wooden chair.

"...Professor?" Harry didn't quite understand why Dumbledore chose such an opening.

"Think about it, Harry," said Dumbledore in a guiding tone, with a smile on his face that eased the conversation. "What do you think is the difference between Voldemort now and the past?"

Harry only pondered for two seconds, and he decided to follow the topic of the elder who had been guiding him: "Let me think... Voldemort has no Horcruxes, and it seems that he doesn't plan to make any more Horcruxes. He..." a short pause, "more rational, more careful—but he still has great strength."

"Even stronger," said Dumbledore.

"Yes, stronger, I think after knowing the previous things, he will spend more time and energy to enrich himself, and..." There was a pause again, "Looking for other ways to live forever."

"You think he'll go on looking for this 'impractical' thing?" asked Dumbledore.

"Why not?" Harry countered.

Dumbledore laughed: "Very well, very well, Harry, go on."

But this time, Harry hesitated a little.He said with some uncertainty: "As far as I know, the only ones who can get on the road to longevity are the Three Hallows of Death."

"As I thought." Dumbledore said softly. "In fact, I have been attacked recently, in various ways. I would not be very surprised if Tom wanted to take the Elder Wand in my hand."

Harry's heart became heavy: "Longevity, dictatorship. Professor, Voldemort will definitely go the way he used to, even if he still maintains a lot more sanity than before."

"A person who can't overcome his fears, and can't overcome his desires." Dumbledore murmured, "I think I realized the disappointment of my original self."

"But it's a good thing," Dumbledore said afterwards.

"--what?"

"It's a good thing." Dumbledore repeated, looking at Harry and smiling, "Think about it, Harry, if Voldemort didn't have such ambitions, he just managed slowly in the Ministry of Magic..."

"It's harder for us to oppose him." Harry seemed enlightened.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded and said, "When he doesn't really raise the banner of dictatorship, what reason do we have to oppose him? To compete with him politically? But don't forget, he Possessing magical powers beyond the reach of many, he can manipulate everything in a more subtle way."

Harry raised his eyebrows, and this little action made him no longer seem gentle, but became serious and serious: "Professor, you mean that we should make him crazier