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The Vanishing Cabinet is in place, so there's only—personnel.

Harry found Dumbledore a few more times. The old headmaster was like an enthusiastic professor. He didn't hide his arrangement. He even went to the Ministry of Magic to negotiate with Scrimgeour to send a team of Aurors to station in Hogg. Things like Maud's patrol had Harry watching from the sidelines under the cloak.

"Professor, will Minister Scrimgeour doubt it?" After returning to Hogwarts, Harry naturally wanted to understand a lot of things.

Although Scrimgeour's will to fight the Death Eaters is quite firm, he also has deep doubts about the Order of the Phoenix—he is a qualified politician, so what he pursues is naturally his own interests, and of course he can be regarded as a positive The characters are much better than Fudge.

"There is no doubt that even if you put a freshly baked custard in front of him, he will suspect that there is some kind of conspiracy in it. Politicians are like this, they are not fools." Dumbledore smiled, "Need a piece of honey Zizitang?"

Harry accepts Dumbledore's candy, which he needs to help him think.

If Scrimgeour doubts Dumbledore's intentions, but he still agrees, it means that Scrimgeour is still very troubled by the recent attacks of Death Eaters. As the Minister of Magic, ensuring the safety of Hogwarts can give him Parents support.

Then the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic can reach an agreement on this point.

"So we don't need to tell the Ministry of Magic about our plan." Harry said, he figured it out, "As long as they provide manpower, we don't need to consider the Ministry of Magic's nails."

"You're right," Dumbledore looked at Harry lovingly, "We don't need to take out all the cards in our hands, after all, our first priority is to protect ourselves, and we cannot take the entire Order of the Phoenix." Come to gamble. Then since we lower our posture and ask for it, and the minister is willing, it will be fine."

"Correspondingly, of course, the Death Eaters would also know that the Aurors would be patrolling Hogsmeade."

"But they won't know the details," said Harry, "as long as we can command these Aurors for a while."

"It's still doable," Dumbledore tore open a honey zip candy and threw it into his mouth, the sweet candy melted like honey in his mouth, "After Scrimgeour became a minister, the head of the Auror office was vacant." Well, there was a radical pure-blood who wanted the position and was rejected by Scrimgeour, and Scrimgeour had to promote Kingsley later due to the failure of the interim Auror director in the face of Death Eater attacks Rejecting the Death Eaters' hand while continuing to stand firm on his line against the Death Eaters. It's good for his approval ratings."

After hearing this insider information, Harry glanced at Dumbledore who seemed to be telling a story casually.

"So we're actually just waiting for the minister's approval." Harry thought about the twists and turns, and after following Dumbledore for a while he was able to sort things out.

"That's right." Dumbledore threw another lemon drop into his mouth. The sourness made him wrinkle his orange-peel face, and the melting sweetness made his beard much smoother.

"As long as it's not too demanding, Scrimgeour is easy to talk to. This can be regarded as a tacit understanding between him and the Order of the Phoenix." As for this excessive limit, Harry still needs to learn slowly.

In fact, I still want the Order of the Phoenix as the front line against the Death Eaters.Harry found the explanation himself.

Adding that Kingslett is appointed as the director of the Aurors, it is not too much to call some Aurors over.Then their real purpose can be hidden behind this series of actions.

"Then will Kingsley call Moody's team over?" Harry asked the headmaster after clarifying his thoughts.

"Harry, do you think a team of Aurors is enough?" Dumbledore looked at the child he raised, and his eyes that saw everything were shining with relief.

"Not enough." Harry replied subconsciously, "Not enough. So now is not the time for Moody's team to transfer over." Moody's team is considered an elite team of Aurors, and there are two members of the Order of the Phoenix among them , so this team will naturally be arranged.

"We can ask for a team first," said Dumbledore, winking at Harry. "After a while, Scrimgeour will take the initiative to increase the number of Aurors patrolling Hogsmeade."

Harry nodded, he also vaguely figured out the timing, "Then what about the Order of the Phoenix?"

He also knows that this plan must be very careful, so he still has doubts about the arrangement of the Order of the Phoenix - how to keep it secret, and how to make this group of people from all walks of life with different purposes work together to fight against the Death Eaters.

He still remembered that there were such petty thieves as Mundungus Fletcher.

"You can think about it for yourself, Harry." Dumbledore smiled mysteriously, "In a few days, you can try to see if what you think matches what I think."

His eyes are expectant and gentle, like an extremely reliable towering tree, and his wisdom has formed a wisdom fruit, waiting to be passed on to the extremely suitable heir in front of him.

"Okay, I'll think it through." Harry nodded, accepting the challenge.

He liked the challenge a lot - it was like he was finally being useful, not just waiting for Severus or Sirius to protect him.

He wants to protect the people he loves, and he wants to do something, not cause trouble, or screw everything up.

Dumbledore was guiding him and teaching him, so he naturally cherished this precious opportunity extremely.

And Dumbledore is indeed a qualified professor. His qualifications as an excellent educator enabled him to teach him everything he wanted to teach Harry in a short period of time, including how he treated people from different Orders of the Phoenix. different attitudes.

As a bystander, Harry has seen many things he has never been in contact with, and he also deeply understands the greatness of Dumbledore-except for his own strength, his strategy and his foresight have impressed Harry, and he has no choice but to feel Born an ambition.

Harry discovered his ambition, he can't become Dumbledore, but he can work towards a goal, he still has the opportunity to do something, and he can also have a dream.

As long as he survives.

Everything fell into place, according to their script.Auror patrols from the Ministry of Magic are also stationed in Hogsmeade.

So at the end of March, Dumbledore went to find Snape alone, without Harry.

Snape had to take out the two Horcruxes he kept - Hufflepuff's chalice and Ravenclaw's diadem.

While Dumbledore praised the well-preserved relics of the Big Four and Tom's aesthetic line at this stage, he urged Snape to pour poison on these two Horcruxes.

Oh, of course he wouldn't let Snape see Harry, not even in his presence.So Harry was now dealing with his homework in Gryffindor Tower.The reason is - destroying the Horcrux will affect him, but if the distance is far away, the impact will not be so great, and it will not make him faint.The reasons were so good that even Snape couldn't fault him, he had to agree.

So under Dumbledore's personal supervision, Snape destroyed the two Horcruxes - and also tied Harry himself to the final battle, where he must face the Dark Lord.

So everything is going towards the prophecy - so what is the possibility of the little bastard surviving?

"Believe me, this must be done by Harry - the prophecy did not say that Harry will not survive." Dumbledore comforted, he checked the two relics of the Big Four to confirm that the soul piece had been cleared .

Snape propped one hand on the cooking table, he looked at Dumbledore, his face was as pale as death.

He personally ruined the last hope, and all because he could not refuse Dumbledore-because Dumbledore would lead them a bright path.Yet the great white wizard knew Harry's end from the start.

"Are you raising him like a pig for slaughter?" Snape demanded.

"I hope he lives a carefree life." Dumbledore sighed. "I'm sorry that the Dursleys didn't treat him as I expected. I have done my best."

"Including keeping him in the dark and taking that step unconsciously?" Snape continued to question with a cold snort.

"No, I've been teaching Harry how to fight Tom, and he's been doing very well." Dumbledore shook his head.

Snape frowned, he suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had been doing, including the lessons he had given Harry this school year - didn't he just tell that little bastard about the Horcrux bit by bit as he said , or even let him discover by himself, this is a kind of cultivation.

"So the only person you wanted to hide from the beginning was me." Snape sneered, his hands left the cooking table, and stood there like a cold statue.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at the great white wizard indifferently, "I'm sorry, all this has deviated from your expectations."

"But I will not stand still, I will try my best to destroy your expectations."

"Harry has accepted his fate, he will fight Tom." Dumbledore looked at Snape disapprovingly.

"He's still a child, you don't want to mention that protection theory at this time." Snape sneered, "Now that I have completed what you asked, then I will continue to carry out my own according to my ideas Task."

"Severus, you can't fight fate." Dumbledore sighed, a downcast look on his face, "nor all of us."

"So you want to watch Potter die?" Snape's heart had already sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Even Dumbledore believed so firmly, so could he really save Harry's life?

"Let him do it, Severus." Dumbledore looked at Snape, and there was a calmness in those eyes full of wisdom that could see through the invisible thread of fate entangled with everyone.

"Although it is a gamble, I think my luck and Harry's luck are very good."

Snape crossed his arms, facing Dumbledore with a face of resistance, "Instead of relying on such illusory things... Albus, you are already old. I can't convince you like this."

He still decided to believe in himself.

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The next chapter is the final battle, the countdown to the end.

Dumbledore touched his beard worryingly and almost pulled off the beard that he had stuck on with great difficulty: I was told to be old in person, but I am really not old.

Snape: Actually, I do. (he did it anyway)

Harry: Why do I have to rush homework all night QAQ when I want to fight against the Dark Lord