Chapter 19 So, What About the Reward? (Please Read and Vote)

Chapter 19 So, what about the reward? (Please read~Please vote~)

Dumbledore didn't say anything, he lowered his head and fell silent.

After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Harry, you are a true savior, you have courage and determination."

Harry didn't say anything, his pupils looked narrower and longer in the dim light.

"There are some things I can't tell you now..." Dumbledore paused, and his tone was as gentle as possible.

Harry interrupted him: "Then there is no need to talk, Principal Dumbledore, I wish you a good dream."

Without delay, he turned around and left.

When Harry pushed open the door of the office and half stepped out.

Dumbledore called him: "Wait."

"Harry, sit back first, let me think about it."

Harry didn't listen to him, but didn't continue his pace of leaving. He half leaned against the door and looked at Dumbledore from a distance.

"I just have a guess. If anyone can completely kill Voldemort, only you can do it." Dumbledore said sincerely.

"Don't worry, he won't do that to you..."

Harry waved his hand, thinking: "Only I can?"

"Is it because of this scar?"

At this point, Harry paused, frowning: "No one can survive the killing curse, except me."

"Did my parents protect me?"

"What kind of spell is still effective?"

Dumbledore was startled, his expression even more complicated.

This reminded him of a person, with eyes that were also different from ordinary people, and also different from ordinary people's sharpness.

"Dumbledore." Harry walked back into the room and called him without adding the word "headmaster". "You can do whatever you want me to do."

"Voldemort is the enemy who killed my blood relatives."

"If I can do something, I'd be happy to do it, but you have to tell me the reason. I can't be ignorant and know nothing, like a resentful person or a puppet show being manipulated by others."

"I'm not the kind of person who gets excited when instigated or complimented."

Dumbledore exhaled: "Okay, I think you're ready."

He waved his hand and Harry sat down.

"During the period when Voldemort was rampant." Dumbledore narrated slowly, "A prophecy appeared that the child born at the end of July would become Voldemort's mortal enemy, and only one of them could survive."

As he spoke, he looked at Harry carefully, trying to see something from his face.

No matter how the prophecy would be fulfilled.

Harry would eventually face Voldemort.

Would he still have the courage?

Harry became serious: "Neville is also at the end of July, one day earlier than me."

Dumbledore's face relaxed slightly: "Yes, Neville is also, there are two children of prophecy, but Voldemort finally chose you."

"Your mother used a very ancient spell to protect you."

"Voldemort was hit by the spell, and you survived."

Speaking, Dumbledore paused: "That spell has the greatest emotional power in the world-love."

"Before your parents died, they instilled all their love into you."

"This power will always protect you-although the tangible protection will end sooner or later."

Harry understood: "So... I am a special potion for Voldemort?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry played with the wand: "You can't kill him, because... the power is not enough, or after killing him, he will still, or have a chance to revive?"

"It's the latter." Dumbledore replied lightly, "But I don't know what method he used."

He met Harry's eyes and added: "Really."

Harry was silent.

This reminded him of a monster.

A monster that can also... to a certain extent, come back to life from the dead - the Leopard Spirit. It will randomly curse travelers passing through its territory with black magic. As long as the cursed person does not leave the territory, it can come back to life again no matter how many times it dies.

"I need you to try to fight him." Seeing that he did not speak, Dumbledore continued to speak, "This ancient spell has not appeared for a long time. I need to know what effect it still has."

"Just to protect you..."

"Or to fight back against his malice towards you like that night."

Harry took a deep breath and stopped thinking about the Leopard Spirit.

The magic systems of the two worlds have almost no similarities. The magic that Voldemort can use to revive is also unlikely to be the same as the magic of the Leopard Spirit.

He picked up the milk and moistened his slightly dry throat: "What is the possibility?"

Dumbledore was stunned and a little confused: "What?"

"The possibility that the ancient spell can work." Harry broke down the problem and explained it as detailed as possible, "It is also possible that it will fail, isn't it?"

"Although the scar reacts."

"But I am sure that there is no magical aura that does not belong to me."

In the world of witchers, Triss had done a detailed examination for herself. If there was, she would have told herself long ago.

Dumbledore raised his hand, took off his glasses, and put them aside: "The effect of the spell still exists, it has not failed, at least in magic, you can now completely trust me."

"Then what about the reward." Harry weighed it in his heart.

Dumbledore was stunned again, he was very confused: "Reward?"

Harry was very confident: "Of course, you let me take the risk to do such a thing, I can't get nothing."

"The Sorting Hat is already in your hands." Dumbledore spread his hands.

Harry shook his head: "I am qualified to conduct the Gryffindor Trial. It is in my hands, as it should be."

"What do you want?" Dumbledore tilted his head back and half-squinted his eyes with a deep expression.

Harry pursed his lips.

This is a commission, and witchers never do unpaid tasks.

But he is not short of galleons.

Moreover, the greatest white wizard of this century opposite him only charged Galleons, as if he had entered a treasure mountain and returned empty-handed.

A curse?

At this age, I can't learn any advanced magic spells at all. Besides...a powerful magic spell can't decide anything. What you need most in battle is your brain.

"Have you thought about it?" Dumbledore said at the right time.

Harry shook his head: "No, let me think about it carefully and give you an answer before the end of the semester."

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to open his mouth, he immediately added: "It won't be too much, I know the right amount."

Dumbledore nodded and smiled slightly: "Of course, Harry, I believe you."

Harry rubbed his face, drank the remaining milk in the cup, and turned around to leave without any delay.

There was silence in the office.

Dumbledore sat blankly, holding his glasses in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

"Albus, are you too spoiled to him?" A portrait couldn't help but said, "Bargain with you."

Dumbledore breathed out, his tone a little tired: "I want to believe him."

In the Gryffindor common room.

When Harry first climbed in.

What greeted him was a deafening cheer.

"The warrior who killed the giant monster is back!" Someone raised their arms and shouted.

"Well done!"

George squeezed next to Harry and skillfully handed over a glass of butterbeer, "We heard from Ron that you killed a troll by yourself."

"This is something that many sixth-year wizards haven't been able to do yet." Fred agreed.

The sixth-year wizard on the side, who had obviously been stabbed hard, blushed and argued with all his strength and reluctance: "Am I unable to do it?"

"A different professor every year."

“It’s so annoying to have to keep up with their teaching ideas every time!”

Harry responded with a smirk.

Suddenly, a person complained worriedly: "Potter, I know you are very powerful, but you shouldn't take such risks next time."

"Hermione is there," Harry replied.

The man frowned: "Ron said it, but she's not worth it..."

"No, she deserves it." Harry interrupted her, "Hermione is also a Gryffindor, and...she was injured and went to the school infirmary because she wanted to help me."

Ron blinked.

I really want to ask a question - Harry, are you not going against your will when you say this?

The man was stunned.

"She is only an eleven-year-old child. It is normal to be immature. She should be given a chance to correct herself when she makes a mistake, right?" Harry asked further.

The people around fell silent.

Harry lifted the troll's head placed in the center of the table and waved to Ron: "Let's go, Ron, don't you have anything else to tell me?"

The two of them walked to the dormitory.

"Harry, do you know what I saw when I went to find the professor?" Ron shouted impatiently as soon as he entered the dormitory, before the door was closed.

"What?"

Ron took a deep breath and said with a serious expression: "I saw Professor Snape. He went to the fourth floor - you know, the fourth floor corridor that the principal said was not allowed."

Harry rubbed his head: "So, you delayed until I killed all the trolls before bringing the professor here because you were following Snape?"

Ron was startled, with a stern expression on his face, and he shrank his head.

But soon he stuck his head out again, baring his teeth and claws: "Harry, you should know what it means!"

Harry dug out the box and stuffed the troll's head inside: "What does it mean?"

"The day we first went to find Hagrid." Ron talked excitedly, "He said that on the day Gringotts was robbed, he went to pick up a package for Principal Dumbledore."

"That's a very precious thing."

"Gringotts didn't throw anything else away. That must be the criminal's target."

"And that thing is definitely hidden on the fourth floor."

Harry nodded: "Yes, you are very smart, indeed."

Ron raised his head proudly and said smugly: "That person must be Snape. I don't know what kind of treasure it will be. Let him be like this..."

"It's the Philosopher's Stone." Harry waved his hand, interrupting him.

Ron was stunned and his expression froze: "Do you know that thing?"

"Dumbledore told me." Harry picked up the Sorting Hat and examined it carefully, "And the one who wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone is not Professor Snape, but Quirrell."

"Quirrell?" Ron exclaimed, "How could it be him."

"He is so obedient and timid. He must have been coerced by Snape..."

Harry waved his hand and interrupted him: "No, there is nothing about Professor Snape, only Quirrell. Principal Dumbledore and I have confirmed it."

Ron was a little disappointed and sighed: "Oh, okay, but what is that magic stone?"

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Hermione." Harry shook his head. His reading was more sophisticated than miscellaneous. He almost never looked at things he didn't need now.

Ron looked complicated.

He clenched his fists and unclenched them.

Harry didn't continue talking to Ron. He didn't mention the agreement he made with Dumbledore. This is not something a little wizard should bear.

He poked the Sorting Hat: "Speak, didn't you say you had something to tell me?"

"Taking a bath is such a painful thing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "You don't know how rude Weasley is."

Ron muttered: "You're too dirty."

Harry didn't say anything, his eyes were sharp.

"Put me on, Harry." The Sorting Hat gave in and said softly, "I can only let you know about the trial."

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