Chapter 1,190

"I know, Professor Dumbledore..."

"Okay, you go back first, I still need Fanlin to help me."

"Your body?"

"It's nothing, after all...I'm very old..."

Harry's heart was shocked. It was only now that he truly realized why Dumbledore had become so anxious.

Dumbledore is already very old. Like all old people, there is no telling whether Dumbledore will leave that day. Maybe it will be a long time before he leaves, or maybe this time will be very soon?

Harry didn't dare to continue thinking.

One second he was talking grandly, and the next second Dumbledore was about to go...

? ?

However, Dumbledore seemed to have no intention of continuing to quarrel with Harry, so Harry had no choice but to leave here on his own.

This isn't the first time, is it?

The door closed, and as the sound of the stone beast turning disappeared, the principal's office returned to calm. Fox stood on Fan Lin's shoulder and gently rubbed his head against Fan Lin's cheek.

Little Phoenix seemed a little uneasy. It had not been too long since Fox was last reborn. Instinctively, Fox needed some protection...

"How is your health?"

"It's not good. You can see it. I can't control my magic very well now."

"Why, because of the deceased?" Fan Lin paused, while gently stroking Fox's neck with his hand, which seemed to make the little Phoenix feel more stable.

"Nick said you will definitely find out. I didn't think so at first. It seems that I still underestimated my own control ability." Dumbledore said, his face quickly turned pale, with a light blue streak. Fine lines spread from the corners of Dumbledore's eyes, like a spider web, and soon covered his temples.

Different from his usual appearance, only the center point of Dumbledore's pupils remained pure blue, but the white part of his eyes had a faint tendency to turn black.

It felt like a hole, and the flickering light in his eyes made Fan Lin feel very uncomfortable.

He pulled out his wand and waved it lightly, and the surrounding portraits were suddenly shrouded in a layer of black mist.

"Your strength has improved much more than I thought." Dumbledore said with some surprise. It was obviously getting warmer, but Dumbledore spit out a mouthful of white mist.

Fox became more and more restless, as if he wanted to escape from here at any time.

"Relax, Fox...relax..." Fan Lin held Fox in his arms, and the hand holding the wand exuded a strange magic power, which made the light a little distorted, but Fox seemed to be very useful, slowly, high The head that was raised high also slowly lowered.

"Oh, thank you very much. It looks like Fox is exhausted. He refused to move from his shelf for the past two days until you came over."

"Fox, we can put it aside for now, Professor..." Fan Lin opened his mouth, but seeing Dumbledore's strange pupils and face, Fan Lin's heart tightened for no reason.

Dumbledore is dangerous.

This was Fanlin's first instinct.

I don't know how long it has been. Ever since the showdown with Dumbledore, Fanlin hasn't felt such a dangerous aura from Dumbledore for a long time.

Last time……

It seems that the last time was when Sirius had just escaped. Fanlin had tried his best to reduce his influence, but to a large extent, his existence continued to undermine the direction Dumbledore had planned.

In fact, Fan Lin has always doubted that if he had not done anything wrong and left Sirius behind and let Peter escape, it would not be so troublesome now.

Will vampires not come to your door?

Oh, speaking of vampires, the vampire loli promised by Rutherford has not yet arrived.

And that old bastard Trevor.

"What do you want to say, or... stop me?" Dumbledore sat up straight, staring at Fan Lin closely.

In an instant, a thin layer of sweat seeped out from Fan Lin's back.

"I just feel that this is not appropriate..." Fan Lin said, "Or do you think it is really worth it?"

"Worth it?" Dumbledore looked at Fan Lin quietly, which made Fan Lin feel more like he was talking to the dead.

"I have no choice, Fanlin..." Dumbledore said, "You have seen Tom's power with your own eyes. To put it bluntly, Harry has no ability to kill Tom at all. No matter in the past or now, we There is not much time left for Harry to grow up."

"You're not saying that Harry has..."

"Thank you, it doesn't sound like what you said, Fanlin." Dumbledore shook his head, "It's hard to believe that you really believe in something... I mean, the power of love?"

"Of course not." Fan Lin immediately shook his head and said, "This is just an emotion, using emotions to stimulate the spirit, and releasing magic through the spirit. All of this is based on the wizard himself. One plus one will never change quantitatively. Maybe to the point of three, even though it's not simple addition or subtraction, it's magic."

"You understand very well, Fanlin." Dumbledore said, "So, what do you think of Harry now?"

"He is not even Malfoy's opponent, if Malfoy is calm enough." Fan Lin shook his head and said, "It's a naked fact."

"Ah, yes..." Dumbledore said, "Draco is indeed a good wizard, with an excellent background and a strong talent... Of course, Malfoy's usual tutor, if not all, is available, but at least , Malfoy works hard."

"Harry also works very hard." Fan Lin said, "At least, Harry is full of confidence now..."

"This is indeed Harry's advantage, but it is not all of Harry, is it?" Dumbledore said, "A glass of water, no matter how we draw it, is just a glass of water. If we want to expand the capacity, we must also Fill it with water..."

Dumbledore hesitated, "Harry can't reach my level, Fanlin, this was destined from the beginning, he is a..."

"Oh, yes, he is a Horcrux." Fan Lin added, "Dark magic destroyed part of Harry when he was born, and the injection of Voldemort's soul made Harry born..."

"Yes... Voldemort made Harry successful, but at the same time, he also destroyed him..." Dumbledore said, "In fact, I have been thinking about... magic... After coming back from Greece, I realized the true nature of the past. I have been thinking about this issue since the powerful existence... Fanlin, magic..."

"Magic..." Fanlin paused, not quite understanding what Dumbledore wanted to say.

"Yes, it's magic," Dumbledore said.

"You mean... power?" Fan Lin said hesitantly. In Fan Lin's eyes, magic, in addition to power, "or... is a means to protect what we want to protect?"

"Everyone's understanding is different, Fanlin..." Dumbledore said, "In other words, when you reach my height, you will be able to come into contact with different things."

"Let's let this issue go for now, Fanlin..." Dumbledore said, "However, it can be said responsibly that I feel confused."

"So you plan to continue...move forward?" Fan Lin asked.

"Oh, yes, this is also a method I adopt, or... I want things to go the way I want." Dumbledore said.

Fan Lin sat on the chair and began to twist uneasily.

"What do you want to do?"

"Explore new things and abandon the current... constraints..."

"Bound?" Fan Lin stared at Dumbledore. Visible to the naked eye, the cracks in the corners of Dumbledore's eyes were spreading to other places.

"You chose death, Dumbledore?" Suddenly realizing Dumbledore's situation, Fan Lin suddenly stood up.

But before Fan Lin could make any move, what was waiting for Fan Lin was a cold magic wand.

He had seen this wand, it was made of elder wood, and even Fan Lin, the real owner who made the wand, had a good feel for it.

"What do you want to do?" Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore dangerously. Through the constant stimulation, Fan Lin clearly felt that something in his body was constantly withdrawing.

A chain made of ice crystal was instantly wrapped around Dumbledore's wand.

"I almost forgot, this comes from another god, or does it come from you?"

Dumbledore said, with a slight shake, the chains that were tightly wrapped around his arms were shaken open.

"you……"

"Yes, I think I have reached a bottleneck." Dumbledore looked at the shaken chain. Within a few seconds, the chain locked Dumbledore again.

"Put these away." Dumbledore said tiredly, and sat back without caring about Fan Lin's reaction.

"good……"

Fan Lin looked at the principal's desk that was pierced by chains. Without thinking too much, he took the initiative to relax his control on Dumbledore.

The moment Dumbledore sat down, the principal's office returned to its original state again.

"So, this is what you got in the Arctic mausoleum?" Fan Lin asked with a frown. This cold feeling made him very uncomfortable. It was different from the magic he mastered that combined with the ice and water elements. Dumbledore The magic power almost sealed his soul.

That feeling of sluggishness...

"You could say that," Dumbledore said, "but, just like Tom, my body limits my performance."

"There is absolutely no need for you to do this." Fan Lin said, "In Greece, you have obviously..."

Fanlin recalled Dumbledore fighting with the shadow of the gods in the Greek space.

"I am trying to break this state." Dumbledore said, "A long time ago, maybe ten years... or twenty years... I have almost touched such a dome, and before that, I Always be at peace.”

Fan Lin didn't speak. It was hard to imagine that Dumbledore had already touched the ceiling of this world. Moreover, it seemed that Dumbledore was not the only one, but now there was also Voldemort. At this point, Voldemort Even faster.

"Can I ask, this is..."

"You will know when you really get this far." Dumbledore said, "Harry can't, but you can... You have planted the seed, haven't you?"

"But, I don't understand..." Fan Lin thought about it for a moment, maybe Dumbledore was referring to the transformation carried out by Eton? Or the Book of Abraham? or……

"So, what are you going to do?" Fan Lin changed the topic. At his current speed, it will take at least more than ten years.

However, it is obvious that he does not have so much time now. Either they die or Tom. One of the two sides must fall first.

"As we said before, Fanlin, I am too old..." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "If I exert such power at once, it is very likely that my body will be destroyed before my power explodes. One step towards destruction.”

"Welcoming death...can I ask...Nicholas Flamel..." Fan Lin had a bad premonition.

For wizards like Dumbledore or Nicolas Flamel, the wizarding world currently offers them too little attraction. No matter what the reason is, being able to explore a more real world of magic itself is absolutely It's a very tempting thing.

"As you can imagine," Dumbledore said, "Nick has stayed too long, and I think his wife might complain..."

"Nicholas Flamel is not like you?"

"This is not a good choice, Fanlin." Dumbledore said, "Originally we could have a better way, but now I think it's not bad, but there is still one very important thing to do. ”

"Are you still planning to let Professor Snape return to Voldemort?"

"This is a good plan, isn't it?" Dumbledore said, "Tom has far exceeded our ability to bear, so the reversal of roles is inevitable. Even if I am still here, it will not help."

"So, who is it? Malfoy?"

"Oh, he can't." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Draco is a good boy. In fact, I don't think he can make such a decision. I hope that person is you more than Draco. ”

"Is it me? Kill you?" Fan Lin felt that he might have heard something wrong.

"Oh, not killing me, just freeing me from such restrictions..." Dumbledore said, his eyes locked on the wand in his hand.

"Of course, I think you have more important things to do than getting rid of this old guy like me, such as getting rid of Tom's other Horcruxes with Harry."

"Oh, of course, I will do that." Fan Lin hesitated, and he locked his eyes on Dumbledore's wand. Fan Lin, the maker of this wand, is also familiar with it, or in other words, the maker is already working with him. Tom was undergoing fusion and stayed with a bunch of dying bats in the vampire's hometown.

"So, is it Professor Snape?"

"What?"

"I mean, the person who killed you..." Fan Lin said hesitantly. At this time, there was no other candidate in his mind except Snape.

"Nothing unexpected." Dumbledore said with a relaxed look on his face, "I always give Tom some small greeting gifts. There is no more important gift than the life of an old guy like me who is about to be buried. Of course, there is also It's very successful, isn't it, Harry, and Sybil, and me?"

"It's a perfect plan," Fan Lin said hesitantly, "Then, I wish you good luck!"

Fan Lin stood up and gently ruffled Fox's feathers.

He was a little envious of Little Phoenix, who at least slept peacefully.

"Oh, don't put it here." Dumbledore said, "If possible, I hope you can help me take good care of Fawkes. After all, Fawkes has been with me for a long time."

"Uh... ok..." Fan Lin said, putting Fox back on the shelf in his arms again... (To be continued)