Chapter 816 The Return of Dumbledore

Ivan was startled by the sudden sound, and quickly turned around to look over, only to find that Snape had been standing behind him at some point.

What concerned him more was Snape's words just now.

"Professor Dumbledore is back?" Ivan asked in surprise.

"Yes, he is waiting for you in the principal's office..." Snape nodded and responded, looking at Ivan with a hint of complexity.

If he hadn't seen Voldemort's furious look, he wouldn't have been able to believe that the young wizard in front of him had been secretly plotting to control the British wizarding world, and he had succeeded in doing so!

Snape took a deep look at Ivan. Even the young Dark Lord could not have such scheming and courage. He could not imagine how high the other party would grow to in a few years. What a threat to the British wizarding world he would be. Is it a blessing or a curse...

While Snape kept thinking, Ivan also fell into deep thought.

Dumbledore has not been seen much except for the opening party since this semester. He has been missing for more than half a year, but now he suddenly appears and asks him to go to the principal's office by name. This timing is a bit too coincidental.

"Professor Snape, do you know what Principal Dumbledore wants from me?" Ivan asked.

Snape shook his head and replied. "No, I'm just following orders."

Ivan raised his eyebrows. He didn't believe that Snape was as ignorant as he said.

The only person in the entire Order of the Phoenix who might have guessed his plan and conveyed it to Dumbledore was Snape.

Ivan's scrutinizing gaze made Snape very uncomfortable. He felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious fire dragon. The terrifying dragon's breath could kill him at any time, and it seemed that his breathing was not smooth. .

But after all, he had been a double undercover agent. Under the pressure of the faint momentum, Snape's face remained calm and he continued to remind him.

"The password in the principal's office is lemon ice cream!"

"Understood, I'll go right away..." Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Snape, Ivan had no intention of embarrassing him anymore. After saying hello to Harry and others, he got up and left the building. hall.

On the way to the principal's office, Ivan's frown never relaxed. Dumbledore was looking for him at this time, most likely because he led people to attack the Ministry of Magic two days ago.

With a spy like Snape by Voldemort's side, Ivan didn't think he could fool the most powerful white wizard...

The more he thought about it, the more depressed Ivan became. He kept thinking of solutions in his mind, but unfortunately he didn't have any clue.

He couldn't say that he attacked the Ministry of Magic and killed Fudge in order to avoid internal friction and integrate all the resistance forces to jointly fight against Voldemort, right?

Although this is all true, Dumbledore may not be able to accept this kind of justice...

"It's really troublesome..." Ivan sighed helplessly. Dumbledore's sudden return was something he had never expected before. Otherwise, he would definitely modify the plan to be more complete and concealed.

It's a pity that it's too late to say anything now...

For Ivan, he was not willing to be hostile to Dumbledore if possible.

Even though there is a big gap between the white wizard and his mother Asia, to be fair, Dumbledore has indeed provided him with a lot of help in the past few years...

While thinking about it, the huge stone beast in front of him came into view. Ivan calmed down and shouted the command.

“Lemon ice cream~”

The huge stone beast immediately began to shake violently, making a dull sound, and slowly rotated upward. After a while, the stairs leading to the principal's office appeared in front of him.

Ivan stepped forward hesitantly, feeling a little uneasy.

In a daze, he couldn't help but think of Halloween of the year he entered school. He was just like today, heading to the principal's office with a similar mentality, thinking about how to defend himself in front of Dumbledore.

This feeling of losing the initiative makes Ivan very uncomfortable. He has always longed for power, to a certain extent, to avoid such a dilemma.

As he stepped onto the last step, Ivan's left hand unconsciously touched the alchemy device on his wrist, but the huge magic power in the magic stone failed to make him feel at ease.

He knew very well that with his current strength, he was not completely confident against Voldemort, let alone Dumbledore, who could suppress the Dark Lord one-on-one.

The worst thing is that he can't use Apparition in Hogwarts, but Dumbledore can use the power of the Phoenix to teleport. If he loses, he may not even be able to escape...

Ivan took a deep breath, opened the door and entered, and a slightly hoarse voice rang out.

"You're here, Hals..."

Ivan turned his attention. Dumbledore, whom he had not seen for more than half a year, was sitting on the desk and chair behind the office. He just looked very different from the last time they met. His eyes were deeply sunken, and his beard and hair were messy. On the right A piece of burnt black skin can be vaguely seen on his neck.

He is going to die...

This idea came to Ivan's mind the first time he saw Dumbledore, but after meeting those blue eyes, Ivan threw this idea away.

Eyes are the windows to the soul.

After mastering Legilimency, Ivan could easily see a wizard's thoughts and mental state from his eyes.

Dumbledore's condition was very strange. His body was withered and decayed, and he was gloomy, but his mental state was unprecedentedly good. Just looking at him made him feel trembling.

Ivan had a hunch that if there was a fight now, he would definitely be the one who died...

A flashback?

Ivan was thinking silently in his heart, and without stopping on the bright side, he walked straight to the desk and asked. "Long time no see, Principal Dumbledore, did you ask Professor Snape to come to me for something?"

"Also, your physical condition seems not to be very good. Do you need me to inform Madam Pomfrey?" Ivan added tentatively.

"No, no need. Although it's a bit offensive to say this, I'm afraid Madam Pomfrey can't help me..." Dumbledore said in a brisk tone, not seeming to be worried about his body at all. He stretched out his good left hand, motioned for Ivan to sit down, and then gave some gentle advice.

"Would you like some hot cocoa?"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, two cups appeared in front of them out of thin air.

In such a cold winter, it is undoubtedly a pleasure to sit in front of a roaring fireplace and sip a stomach-warming hot cocoa.

But Ivan didn't have that intention at all, and was a little surprised by Dumbledore's attitude.

Before entering the headmaster's office, he had already imagined how Dumbledore would view him.

Maybe anger, disgust and disappointment?

However, Ivan could not see any similar emotions on the other party's face now. Dumbledore's face was very peaceful, and his blue eyes were like the black lake outside the school, with a deep sense of calmness. fear.