Chapter 424: the truth

At this time, Hermione was sitting alone on the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then she felt a pain in her calf.
"Miss Granger is a bad guy who attacked Dobby and cheated Dobby! It hurt the master!" It turned out that Dobby kept hitting her leg with her fist, which he handed over to him upon completion After the mission, he began his revenge.
"Honestly!" Pai, who had worked in the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, happened to pass by at this time, knocking on his head. Quiet him.
Dobby was lying on the ground at this time, struggling to get up, and his big eyes were full of hatred and hatred.
"Are you all right, Dobby?" Hermione's voice trembled a little.
"Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger's mouth is full of lies! Dobby's speech will be deceived by you." Dobby said in a very thin and sharp voice, a whispered irritability, he also worried His master.
"Shut up." Pei knocked his head roughly.
"What are you doing!" Hermione questioned Pai at a low volume.
"Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts' ban was useless to house elves!" Dobby raised his head, shaking his red nose, proudly proclaiming.
Voldemort dismissed the behavior of house elves, just like all purebred wizards who treat elves as beasts... He never thought that elves must possess magic that he did not have.
But at this time, Furong went back and forth, and when she was anxious to push the door of the ward, Pansila stopped her.
"Dumbledore is inside." He was helping Malfoy check the injury.
"I'm a professional! What is he doing inside? Isn't it enough to hurt him?" Furong stepped back and said painfully, covering his face, recalling the memories and making her have no affection for Dumbledore.
Outside the operating room, it is extremely quiet, because it has been enveloped by the magic of sound insulation.
"It's not dead, your luck is very good, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy had already sat up, examining the old man who was also wearing a striped sick suit.
"Not far away." The old man smiled helplessly.
"Isn't the longevity medicine enough?"
"That's not enough to drink." Dumbledore raised his scorched right hand and shook it back to nothing.
The cost of the magic stone is there.
It's not that the decline in intelligence alone, but the disappearance of human spirituality, every time you take it, you will wear a little aura of light as a price to continue life.
The same is true of Alchemist Nicole Leme, who lost the meaning of life and was in vain to live.
Because there is no desire.
This is acceptable to Dumbledore. He only wants to live for half a year, enough for him to take care of the aftermath.
At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicole May's former residence, also for the potion.
It’s very plain, there are no tiles, just some bumpy mud, but it’s strange to say that those bookshelves made of purple wood can stand firmly on it
Even so, the bookshelves are empty and should be evacuated.
A bookcase is hidden in the middle bookcase in the fourth column from the left.
The tones on the top are very dark, dominated by fuchsia, engraving some bird drawings and a quaint fountain.
An ordinary glass, engraved with several Runi characters, lay quietly on a soft brown mat, which contained a liquid that was as clear as water.
Underneath was a piece of yellowed parchment, dense and small writing.
"Dear old friend-Albus Dumbledore, if you come here, it must be because of our agreement, there are reasons to have to come and get it."
"Of course, I still recommend that you do not use this medicine, the immortality medicine is very expensive."
"I know that you may know the side effects of this medicine better than me."
"You know, death is a relief for me for a long time."
Dumbledore shook his head gently and broke free from his memories.
"It still seems to be calculated." He said helplessly, raised his scorched black arm and glanced back and forth, as if looking at a piece of art, and then asked:
"But Draco, I'm curious..."
"How do you know Voldemort's weakness."
"Like I said, he did a stupid thing."
"He chose confession."
"The production of Horcrux is limited. 7 is the most magical number, and it is also the number that cannot be broken through."
"He destroyed the Horcrux. He was found. He was very worried."
"Whether Nagini is brought around or returned to nature is not the best choice."
"If you want to make a Horcrux again, you can only make a breakthrough in more evil."
"Or, confession, let the soul return to a certain degree of integrity, and then split."
"It turns out so." Dumbledore nodded in recognition.
"I heard that one night Harry suddenly..."
"It should be the piece that was pulled away." Dumbledore thought deeply.
Malfoy continued to tell everything he knew.
"I read part of Nagini's memory, and Voldemort simulated another "good" personality for deep confession."
"The subtle influence on him, but he didn't realize it."
"That day, he and Yan Yuese agreed to my mother's request, and I felt very weird."
"His mana hasn't changed, but the life-killing spell that needs to condense killing will be affected the most."
"In the end, like the dragon's story, his confidence collapsed." Malfoy's face showed a light smile.
"Of course, I'm just betting."
"It seems to be the right bet." Malfoy shrugged, and then took a breath of air, seemingly pulling the affected area.
"It's hard, boy." Dumbledore pointed out, trying to reach out and pat his shoulder gently, then stopped.
"Right~EbookFREE.me~ Dumbledore said suddenly, "Good luck. "The old man's face showed a mysterious smile,
Soon Malfoy guessed what Dumbledore meant by "good luck". "Because he saw several figures hovering outside the door.
"Please say I'm still in a coma, thank you." Malfoy concealed his embarrassment and coughed a few times.
"That's sorry for those infatuated girls." Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows deliberately and smiled even more.
"You don't have the right to say me." Malfoy yelled, "See your old lover, I don't know that you actually used the magic of life sharing."
"If this is not the case, he will never survive the decisive battle." Dumbledore said helplessly.
The inferior environment for many years has almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.
Victory is bound to pay a price.
This price seems acceptable.