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The moment the Horcrux was destroyed, Harry only felt a tingling pain on the scar on his forehead, which disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it didn't produce the strong echo he had thought.

But it wasn't just that with the Dark Lord.

The attack of the Death Eaters has changed from once a week to being the headlines of prophets almost every day, and even the Muggle world is in danger, which also makes the Ministry of Magic the busiest place in the British wizarding world-the man who cleans the memory of Muggles It's almost not enough.

In such a situation where ordinary wizards are in a panic, all the shops in Diagon Alley are closed to thank customers, and the entire wizarding world is in depression, Scrimgeour naturally thought of the isolated island like Hogwarts in the storm. When the mouth was bubbling, more than half of the Aurors were allocated to guard their wizarding garden.

This really made his approval rating rise for a quarter amidst the doubts, and the group of parents who stayed at home except for work could finally feel a little more at ease and hypnotize themselves that Hogwarts is the safest place in the whole of England—— It is impossible for Death Eaters to invade this impregnable castle, let alone Dumbledore, the greatest White Wizard in the world!

And now the lighthouse in their hearts is talking about their final arrangements in the principal's office and the savior he has high hopes for.

"The time is now, Professor," said Harry, who had just followed Dumbledore to confirm that Moody's team had also been called, and that everything had been arranged - just waiting for Malfoy's most important side. a piece of it.

"You can call me Albus, Harry, you have grown faster than I thought." Dumbledore stroked his beard in relief.

"Then Albus," Harry nodded, his expression suddenly became tense, and he clenched his hands subconsciously, "do we still need to wait for Severus?"

He really thought of everything too simply.Malfoy's mission is to kill Dumbledore, so doesn't it mean that Tom Riddle didn't intend to appear at Hogwarts himself in the first place.

So they still need Snape to help, let him "convince" Voldemort to lead the Death Eaters to attack Hogwarts himself.

When Harry thought of this, he unconsciously showed worry on his face, which made his whole body tense, and his heart pounded violently with anxiety.

"Don't be impatient, Harry." Dumbledore raised his hand and poured Harry a cup of tea. There was a soothing magic in his voice, and the cup of hot tea made Harry's heart tense a little. Relaxed, but he still frowned.

"You have to believe that for Severus, this is what he is good at, and he is not the kind of sharp-edged person. I think he will use the good time to let others lobby Tom, and he will hide it. His purpose - Tom's failure to discover his true intentions for so many years is enough to show that Severus's caution is far more detailed than we think."

"This is the last time, I don't want him to risk his life to do this kind of thing again." Harry looked at Dumbledore, there was a power in his voice that couldn't be rejected, he wasn't begging or begging We are discussing.He's just stating and adamant as if he can decide the matter.

"I'm going to kill Tom Riddle, I'm going to get this over with. So that's the end of Severus' espionage career. I don't care if there's some kind of agreement between you guys, I've already thought so .”

"Harry." Dumbledore said, he rolled his eyes with a smile, and then took a deep breath, "Some things have to be done."

"Then find someone. But it won't be Severus," Harry said decisively. "This is my condition. I can defeat the Dark Lord for him. I can do anything." .I hope he's doing well."

"This is love, an emotion the Dark Lord cannot comprehend, and it is the most powerful form of magic," said Dumbledore.

Harry didn't believe in this kind of chicken soup for the soul, and he didn't think that this kind of illusory emotion could play a big role suddenly at a critical moment.

Ah, when did he become so pragmatic?Probably learned from Snape - that's not bad, either.

"You have to promise," Harry paused. He realized that even Dumbledore might not be able to take care of Snape by then, "don't send him to do dangerous things again."

So it was better for him to go by himself - he was sure that he would not become a burden.

On the Death Eaters' side, there was no such warm and warm conversation atmosphere, the air was so oppressive that it was almost breathless, and it was clearly spring, but it seemed like a biting chill.

The curtain was locked tightly, and the only flame in the darkness was where the group of believers were looking up. The green flame seemed to illuminate their ominous future.

The Dark Lord had executed yet another unbelievable follower, and his pet opened its bloody maw enough to feast - the dying living ration it received after its master had finished torturing the poor creature.

All the rest of the people were prostrate on the ground, the fear from the bottom of their hearts made most of them lose their resistance, numb and had to merge into the high-spirited madness of half of them.

But this group of people is still different from the group of real lunatics. They haven't fallen to the point where they can take pleasure in the death of their own kind.

"Mylord, I have good news," Snape stepped forward, knelt on the ground and kissed the hem of the Dark Lord's robe reverently.

His body reveals jealousy, fear and ambition for power, just like Bellatrix's group of fanatics.

"Little Malfoy's disappearing cabinet is almost finished."

"But he hasn't killed Dumbledore yet has he?" Bellatrix sneered, and she stood up and came to the side of the Dark Lord, standing in front of Snape.

"Little Malfoy is worse than his father, don't you realize that?" said Snape, slightly smug, "but there's a good chance—there's nothing like killing Dumbledore for Phoenix The Society and the Ministry of Magic have been hit hard."

"You mean to attack Hogwarts?" Voldemort seemed a little interested in the plan. "Come to me, Severus."

Bellatrix almost stared out of her eyes with jealousy, "This is indeed a good plan, I think it's more than that - besides Dumbledore, there is also our savior, isn't it?"

"I heard that my nephew, although he is cowardly like his father, he still has a good appearance." Bellatrix said quickly, she had to say it before Snape was honored ——In this way, the person the master loves will still be her, and it can only be her.

"He took care of the savior's friend, the mudblood girl, of course he wasn't really emotionally involved, purely using it - but that would guarantee that the savior would appear alone, my lord, as long as you kill He, that ridiculous prophecy will be disintegrated - coupled with the death of Dumbledore - the whole magic world will see your strength, and then you will be the king of the magic world without any effort!" She said and said It was as if she had seen her sovereign crowned king, seated in the chair of the Minister for Magic, with Scrimgeour prostrate at his feet.

"Bella, it's true that you are the one who wins my heart." Voldemort stretched out his hand and beckoned Bella to stand beside him, making her the only believer who received such an honor.

"What do you say? Severus." He looked at Snape who was still prostrate on the ground.

There was also a moderate amount of fanaticism and jealousy on Snape's face, he lowered his head, "This may well be a good strategy."

His hands were clenched until his nails dug into his palms, and the Dark Lord still noticed Harry—Dumbledore wasn't enough of a target for him to break that prophecy himself.

It was the worst possible situation, and for a moment all his malicious thoughts were directed to Bellatrix instead of the snake and the king he had followed.

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There is another chapter tonight, I hope to code the final battle.