[HP] The Last Demon King

Many kilometers away from London, in a small village that was abandoned due to a fire many years ago, the night here is particularly thick. The starlight and moonlight above the head seem to have forgotten this place alone, allowing darkness to cover this area.

In a bungalow where half of the roof collapsed and only the ruined walls remained, a small round coffee table that was incompatible with the surrounding environment was placed carelessly in the center, and an old man in a bright purple robe that was incompatible with the surrounding environment was also sitting in front of the table , a pair of blue eyes calmly looked at the darkness outside the broken wall, suddenly, a kind smile appeared on his face, this kindness diluted his sharp eyes, only appearing clear and gentle.

"Here you are." He smiled into the darkness.

No one answered, but after a while, a figure gradually appeared in the darkness outside the door, a figure wearing a black robe, whose figure and face were hidden in the darkness.But the moment Black Shadow stepped into the bungalow, as if by magic, her face instantly became clear.

In Dumbledore's view, she still looks like a girl, but there is no trace of childishness in her eyebrows and eyes. Her expression is very ordinary and calm, neither the joy, arrogance after planning, nor the guilt and anxiety after betrayal , as calm as if there had never been a battle of the Ministry of Magic, and as ordinary as if he entered his office at Hogwarts.

And Dumbledore, as if nothing had happened, grabbed a handful of colorful candies from his robe with a smile.

"A little jellybean?" He smiled at Eridins.

Eridins sat down opposite him, and looked at him calmly.

"You still refuse to try my candy." Dumbledore said, still with a kind smile on his face, but there was a trace of helpless regret in his voice.

"Try or not, it will not change my choice." A line of faint words flashed faintly on the table.

Dumbledore smiled wryly, and with a wave of his hand, the candies on the table disappeared.

"Can you tell me, what is your ultimate purpose in doing these things?"

Eridins looked at him for a long time, with a vague smile on her face: "You have already reached a conclusion, why are you asking me?"

"I do have some guesses," said Dumbledore, pausing for a moment, and a look of complexity flashed in his azure eyes behind his half-moon-shaped lenses, "You approached Harry initially just to make sure we would Keeping your Parseltongue a secret, but then when you learned that Harry and Voldemort had a strange connection, you had new plans."

"You disclosed the information to Voldemort, induced him to make subsequent plans, and sent a letter to the Order of the Phoenix informing us that Harry was in danger... You are not trying to save Harry, nor are you planning to wipe out the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort Failed, but that's what you expected, if I'm right... From the start, your purpose was to weaken the Death Eaters, but why? What good does it do you?"

"Benefits? You should already know that I became a Death Eater in advance."

Of course it’s more than that, Eridings not only replaced Lucius’ position, but also got what she wanted from Black. At the same time, she got a surprise from Voldemort——Voldemort decided to take over Eridings herself In the eyes of outsiders, this is indeed a great reward. In fact, Eridins is also looking forward to Voldemort's teaching.

"If you want to deal with Voldemort, why don't you join the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore looked at Eridins and said softly, "Is it because he promised to mend your soul?"

"Not entirely, but there is a factor," Eridins wrote.

There was sadness on Dumbledore's face, and he looked at Eridins with a pitiful and mournful look behind the half-moon lens: "Do you really believe him? As far as I know, there are still No magic can repair a damaged soul."

"So what?" Eridins didn't have any troubles on her face, "At least he promised."

Dumbledore shook his head, "You can still turn back now, you don't know what it really means to be a Death Eater, it will corrupt your soul, Eridins, turn back."

At this moment, Eridins really showed her first smile after coming here, "Shut up your rhetoric, Dumbledore. Your endless kindness may save Potter, but it cannot save me."

"Induced the Battle of the Ministry of Magic? In front of the real mastermind behind the scenes, I dare not admit it."

She leaned forward, put her left hand on her chin, and looked at the old man opposite with a half-smile.

"It's impossible for Potter to learn Occlumency from Snape. You don't know anything about this future that even I can guess?"

Dumbledore looked at Aridins quietly and silently.

"You did it on purpose." The smile on Eridins' face deepened, the night wind suddenly picked up, and the weeds outside the broken wall rustled. "Both the prophecy ball and Potter are just chips pushed out by you. Voldemort is making a comeback, and his Death Eaters are gathering. If you want to defeat him, you have to do it as soon as possible, but Fudge doesn't believe it, and neither does the entire magical society. Pity you now It's not the cunning and cunning Voldemort that needs to be dealt with most, but the idiot Fudge."

"You knew that Voldemort was looking for the Prophecy Ball, but that wasn't enough for him to risk being discovered, so you added another bargaining chip that was enough to tempt him—Harry Potter. As long as Potter arrives at the Ministry of Magic, He's out of every layer of protection, and Voldemort couldn't have come at a better time."

"Using someone who trusts you wholeheartedly as a bargaining chip, what qualifications do you have to lead me to do good?"

Dumbledore kept looking at Eridins in silence, and when she finished speaking, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again without any wavering.

"For the greater good, a few sacrifices are inevitable."

"I didn't come here to discuss philosophy with you." Eridins was not interested in his reasons and beliefs, she sat up straight and looked at Dumbledore calmly.

"The enemy of an enemy is a friend. Our goals are the same. We will meet again soon." Eredins stood up.

"Are you so sure we won't tell Voldemort?" said Dumbledore. "You cut off Sirius' arm."

"Stop joking." Eridins paused, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, "If either of us thought differently, today's meeting would never have happened."

"For the greater good, what is Blake's tiny arm?" She put on her hood and headed out of the house.

"Wait," said Dumbledore behind him.

Aridins paused, waiting for Dumbledore to continue.

"I have one more question I hope you can answer."

"what?"

"You knew that the Battle of the Ministry of Magic would end in a disastrous defeat for the Death Eaters, why didn't you replace Lucius? I believe it's not difficult if you think about it."

Eridins turned around, the hood covered most of her face, but her tightly drawn lips could be seen very clearly: "You are not a god, so don't pretend to know all the answers."

She turned around and strode out.

"You have been influenced too much by Voldemort. You in the past would not be willing to treat Draco like this."

Eridins just paused for a moment, then blended into the darkness without looking back.