Chapter 231: Dumbledore's Decision (Part 2)

"Remember your mission." Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this moment, and the tip of the wand was constantly overflowing with silver-white gas, and it seemed to be a deterrent to the dementors not far away.
Harry felt like he was pushed off the cliff by someone, falling endlessly, falling, but unable to fall to the end, the most painful memory in his mind was seduced.
"Don't move Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" "Go on one side, you stupid woman... go on one side, now..." "Do not move Harry, please don't, take me , Kill me!"
At this time, Harry's heart symbolizes that the joyful emotions are constantly being sucked away by the evil creatures, and the horrible memory keeps rolling in his mind, boiling.
Harry's body was trembling constantly, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, as if suffering great pain.
The dementor absorbed a few foods hungrily. His taste has been raised enough to be tricky. If he was not hungry for nearly a week, he was still a little interested in the poor quality food in front of him. Bong.
Dumbledore's forehead was also continually sweating, sweat running down his temples, his long white beard dripping to the ground, and the palm of his wand trembling uncontrollably.
The Dementors felt that they were still not addictive, and the hunger seemed to devour it completely.
It unbuttoned its hood, and gradually approached Harry's head, a shapeless hole, and at the moment was sucking the air with the sound of the throat before his death.
Dumbledore did not move, but his shaking hands became rock-solid at this time.
As the dementors approached, Harry's face grew paler and the struggling strength began to become less intense, just as its "nozzle" was about to touch Harry.
"Excuse the guard!" Dumbledore's wand tip suddenly emits an extremely dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room translucently, a silver-white phoenix whispered, then waved its wings and slammed into the dementors. go with.
In an instant, when the silver-white wings contacted the dementor, the evil creature was wiped out, lost its support cloak and hood, and slowly fell back to the floor
After casting this spell, Dumbledore stepped back weakly and slowly back a few steps, then sat back in his seat, and closed his eyes unwillingly.
The deep feeling of powerlessness seemed to escape through his body.
Dumbledore sighed weakly again. The sharp blue eyes were no longer aggressive at this time, and he lost his wisdom and peace. It seemed that he was no longer a prestigious predecessor of the wizarding world, but just a general. Ordinary pass old man.
"Cough cough." He coughed violently, his slender arms stretched over the table in front of him, groping continuously on it.
"What's wrong with me?" Harry opened his eyes at this time, staring at the ceiling above his head motionless. "Am I asleep?" He guessed, thinking he might have had a nightmare, as if he had another battle with the dragon on the field.
No, he was much more tired than that. Now he is mentally tired. He feels that his emotions are now inexplicably low.
"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with me?" Harry asked involuntarily. He thought it was very rude to fall asleep during the conversation.
"Oh, it may be that you have been under too much pressure during this time, so we just fell asleep when we chatted and talked." Dumbledore had changed back to his usual smiley expression at this time and looked at sitting Harry opposite him.
"Oh, we talked for a long time, how about a chocolate?" said Dumbledore, and then threw his pocket in the direction of Harry.
"Thank you." Harry said, reaching for the snack, and he looked at the chocolate in his hand. It looks the same as the snack in the password.
"Um..." Dumbledore's hand was placed on the table in front of him, the fingertips of his hands were tightly aligned at this time, and the little finger tapped the wooden table regularly, making a "dongdong" sound. .
"Harry, come here today," said Dumbledore. "You may be too tired to communicate for a long time. Let's talk about it another day." Dumbledore mused: "Also, Christmas Have fun during the holidays."
Harry only felt vaguely wrong, but left.
With a dull sound, the oak door was closed and Harry left the room.
At the same time, the sound of "popping popping" came from the corner of the principal's office. Behind a portrait, a figure came out slowly, constantly flapping his palm until it was completely out of the shadow, and there was light. The place.
"I said why did you suddenly catch the attention of my dementors, let me guess, are you trying to the soul film from the savior's head, it's a crazy idea." At this time he He had come to the light, and he looked at Dumbledore in a polite way.
The owner of the silhouette is none other than Draco Malfoy.
"It just doesn't seem to be of any use." Malfoy said a little pity at this time, walked to the seat where Harry had just sat, and picked up the black cloak fragments scattered on the ground after the dementor lost his life. , Looked silently.
Dumbledore did not speak at this time, but was silent.
"Well, you tried the last way too, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you made up your mind yet? When that person was sent to Newmongarde, weren't you so indecisive?"
"You want to keep him out of the way, but even the dementor's kiss doesn't seem to be enough to get the piece of debris stripped from that person's soul."
"The best choice now, that is, as long as in the third game... Let Voldemort take his blood, and once Voldemort uses his blood to recast his own flesh and blood...or, because of this, he Instead, I have a chance to live." Malfoy continued to try to convince the old man~EbookFREE.me~ You have no more choices, you were vacillating before, but in the end, you still chose to believe me, now are you again Are you hesitating? Malfoy said in a deep voice, then walked outside the door, looking disappointed with the old man.
"I have no right to decide all this." Dumbledore closed his eyes in pain.
"Yes, no one is willing to sacrifice, but when necessary, people always do some stupid things for the things they want to protect, don't they? You can try it, if you put everything out to him and ask now, that person Will Mr. Savior make the right choice."
Dumbledore put his hands down somberly. Malfoy was right. He knew that the boy was brave and trustworthy. As long as he spread everything, Harry would not begrudge his life.
"Are you too?" Dumbledore opened his eyes and asked suddenly.
Malfoy's foot had stepped out of the bronze door at this time. Wen Yan stopped suddenly.
"Yes, me too." Malfoy said lightly, then stepped out of the room.