Chapter 230: Dumbledore's Decision (Part 1)

On the second day of the Christmas holiday, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle, the current principal, Albus Dumbledore, was sitting on a rattan wooden chair by his desk with two lamps Umbrella-shaped lights radiate faint light, but they also light up almost every corner of the house.
He narrowed his eyes at this time and was enduring the accusation of chattering with a portrait.
The ancestor of the Black family, the former Hogwarts principal, Phineas, is now asking a loud voice in Dumbledore's tone: "You actually brought this to the principal's office? What the do you want to do? ?Dumbledore!"
If someone else is present now, he may have no doubt that the man in the portrait will jump out of the frame with excitement at any time.
"I believe Dumbledore has his own reasons." The next portrait also opened his eyes at this time, dissuading Felix to the side.
The portrait is of a kind and wealthy middle-aged woman, wearing a large and magnificent lady wizard robe, covered with various patterns that look very mysterious.
"I'm sorry." Dumbledore leaned slightly against the portrait, then stretched out his hand, gently shaking the wand in his hand, and was awakened by the person in the portrait, and then immediately fell into a deep sleep.
It is worth mentioning that the moment before Phineas fell into a deep sleep, his expression looked quite stern.
Dumbledore then walked casually to the door, a tall gilded perch, his pet Phoenix was sleeping on it, Dumbledore stretched out his wide, somewhat dry palm, and the palm suddenly rose out A faint blue flame, Fox seemed to smell something, suddenly opened his eyes, tamely extended his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the ball of fire.
After hiccuping with satisfaction, it uttered a soft, trembling tweet and spit out a little white mist.
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the copper door of the principal's office. Dumbledore's hand stroking Fox's head suddenly stagnation, and he sighed in silence. Then it quickly returned to normal.
"The password is a chocolate doll, Harry." Dumbledore said in the direction of the door, full of energy, and crossed very far.
With a crunch, the guardian downstairs jumped aside, the wall split in half, the door opened, and Harry walked up the spiral staircase, then gently pushed away the sphinx. Gate with brass door knocker in the shape of a beast.
"It's so cold." After Harry stepped into the room, the thought flashed through his head. "It's impossible for Hogwarts to be air-conditioned?" he thought thoughtlessly.
"Professor?" Harry asked tentatively, slowly walking to the other side, while looking at the surrounding environment. The silverware used to be placed on the corner of the desk and the shelf to spit smoke seemed to be received in the box. There is nothing in sight, and the portrait on the wall is now sleeping peacefully and calmly.
Dumbledore was carrying his hands at this time and slowly came out from behind the door. "Hello, Harry." A tired smile squeezed from his old face.
"Sit down, Harry, I came to you just to talk to you." Dumbledore said kindly, and as soon as he waved his hand, a chair swooped down precisely under Harry.
Harry sat down, drumming constantly in his heart, feeling that Professor Dumbledore today was abnormal, but he did not think deeply, because in his cognition, Dumbledore would not harm him, now At best it is a bit strange.
"Well, Harry, I'm looking for you this time just to talk about your scar pain." Dumbledore took off his glasses at this time, wiped them, and then put them back on.
"Professor, you..." Harry looked at him in surprise.
"Don’t be surprised, your godfather is too worried about you, so I revealed something to me not long ago, I hope you don’t blame him, and I guess, you should come to me too soon, so I simply call you over , Talk about it."
"It doesn't hurt so much," Harry said flatly, hoping not to make Dumbledore so worried.
Because of this, he felt like a "porcelain doll" and was always protected by others. He was anxious to prove himself.
After people are placed with unrealistically high expectations, responsible people will desperately meet the expectations of others. Harry hopes that he can make the name of "Savior" more suitable for himself.
"Don't underestimate any small things, this may be a sign of some big events, for example, if your scars suddenly start to hurt during the game, it will be fatal, Harry." Dumbledore was concerned. Said, "I heard you fainted?"
At the same time, the sharp blue eyes met Harry's dark green eyes.
Harry suddenly felt confused, and his eyelids became heavier, trying to get a good night's sleep, but there was a sudden sensation of coldness deep into the bone marrow.
Harry closed his eyes and sat on the chair. His hands began to wave wildly, and his mouth kept muttering: "It's so cold, so cold."
"It will be fine soon, Harry, bear with me." Dumbledore's generous voice continued to come in his ears. Harry wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were now so heavy that it seemed to be instilled. lead.
A sense of despair suddenly climbed into his heart, so sudden and haste, he had not experienced this for a long time, the last time ~EbookFREE.me~ seemed to be in the third grade In the game of Destiny, Dementors were encountered.
"Dementor?" Harry's consciousness seemed to be struggling, and the chair under him began to shake desperately. "Excuse me..." Harry subconsciously grabbed his wand, hoping to use the guardian curse to put this The abominable creatures ran away.
It's just that his subconscious spell only produced the first half of the syllable in the throat, and the second half of the syllable, as if the throat had been stuck in half, and no sound could be heard.
"Forgive me, Harry." Dumbledore's hand was now shaking his wand a little tremblingly, staring at the boy in front of him with a complex expression. The expression on the boy's face was very painful. It seems to be suffering a lot.
why? Because a dementor is now floating behind Harry's seat, it leans down, and the pair of tattered, crumbling palms firmly hold Harry's shoulders.
Even if the doors and windows were closed, the shabby cloak still fluttered. The air conditioning in front of the principal's room was brought by this evil creature, and under the instruction of Dumbledore, this evil creature has been floating on the gorgeous ceiling On top, hiding his figure.