Chapter 512 The Old Man's Chatter

"Some of you in this hall have been directly harmed by Voldemort's murderous hand, and many of your families have been torn apart. I really hope I am wrong, but unfortunately not, we are about to face dark and difficult times again, Please take care everyone..."

As Dumbledore's heavy voice fell, the 1995 year-end party officially came to an end.

The young wizards walked out of the auditorium in twos and threes and headed towards the dormitories of each college. During this period, few people spoke and everyone remained silent, as if they were struggling to digest this unacceptable fact.

Dumbledore sat in his seat and watched them go away. He didn't get much rest last night, and spent too much energy during the day - arguing with Fudge, contacting some old friends in the Order of the Phoenix, and talking to some reasonably sober people in the Ministry of Magic. People talk - he just wants to take a rest now.

He was in an abnormally sleepy state, but not sleepy at all. When he closed his eyes, he could clearly feel countless thoughts rushing through his mind. He probably needs some potion to help him sleep, or to clear his mind.

Professor McGonagall took the initiative to take over part of the work and introduced Mr. and Mrs. Delacour and Mr. Graves into the conference room behind the auditorium. He planned to use them to contact the Veela group in France and the werewolf group in the United States to establish an alliance to jointly resist Voldemort's attack. mutilate.

In the eyes of Death Eaters who advocate pure blood, there is no essential difference between these non-human intelligent creatures and house elves. They are even more despicable existences than Muggles and mixed-blood wizards. They must either become slaves of Death Eaters or become slaves of Death Eaters. Toys for bloody games.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid had reached an agreement and left together, discussing the list of gifts they would bring when visiting Giant Gugo...

Dumbledore subconsciously laid out the plan in his mind:

On the first day, he sent the fairy fire of Gubrai to arouse their interest.

The next day, he gave me a helmet made by goblins and revealed his intentions appropriately.

On the third day, you can get a large roll of fire dragon skin as a gift...

Giants have weird personalities. You can't give them all gifts at once, and you can't talk to them too much at once. That will make them irritable, and those who talk a lot will have murderous intentions.

If they can successfully convince the giants to join the alliance, plus the werewolves led by Remus, the centaurs and Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, and... in short, they should be able to win more easily this time.

should be.

When Dumbledore opened his eyes again, the huge auditorium was empty, leaving only a pair of good-looking men and women at the Gryffindor table. Looking at the two figures, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He turned around and walked forward with gentle steps.

As the banquet ended, the long dining table became clean and tidy, and the cups, plates, and bowls were moved to the underground kitchen under the magic of the house elf. However, there were still many goblets in front of the two people, and the cups contained strange colors. liquid.

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"Gurgling...burp..."

Hermione drank a whole glass of specially blended juice in one gulp and patted him on the shoulder angrily, "I told you not to blend so much. Now it's fine. I'll drink it with you."

She drank another glass of juice, her little face wrinkled up quickly, her teeth chattering with soreness: "Hmm! This glass is lemon juice!"

"Haha..." A gentle laughter sounded.

"!!"

Loren and Hermione turned their heads at the same time.

Dumbledore stood next to the two of them and looked at them with a smile: "Sorry, the drinks on the staff table have been removed. Can I have a few glasses of your juice?"

"You drink, you drink..."

Loren and Hermione quickly handed over a few glasses of special juice and introduced them carefully: "This one is like a polyjuice, which is caman tangerine mixed with apple juice, and this one is grapefruit mixed with pear juice... and pomegranate and... strawberry."

Dumbledore picked up a glass, lowered his head and tasted it carefully, and his troubled thoughts gradually calmed down.

To Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he is the most annoying stone. His existence prevents pure-blood wizards from obtaining the dignity they deserve and prevents pure-blood wizards from becoming the most noble people in the world. He does not despise those people. , few people know that when he was young, he was more extreme than those people for a long time.

To Fudge and his friends, he is an old guy with evil intentions. All his actions are an attempt to seize the highest power of the Ministry of Magic from their hands. Everything about Voldemort is to force Fudge to make mistakes. Well Let him be impeached and removed from office. The same goes for removing the Dementors' control from Azkaban, and the same goes for contacting the giants to form an alliance with many dangerous creatures.

For the Order of the Phoenix and those who believe in him, he is the most solid and reliable backing. He will always stick to the principal's office at Hogwarts, no matter how powerful Voldemort is, no matter how many terrifying conspiracies the Death Eaters have, He would thwart them one by one and destroy their plans.

Maybe they are right, maybe not... He doesn't care what everyone thinks, but occasionally recalls the long journey of decades. He will also feel tired, and will clearly realize what the years have taken away from his soul, and The mark left on his body.

After Dumbledore finished drinking a glass, his breathing became much easier. His nose was filled with the fragrance of grapefruit, and his mouth was filled with the sweetness of honey. The ice-cold juice was like a handful of clear springs in the scorching desert, watering down his heart. The heat of the lake makes your brain sink into the cool lake water, and your thoughts naturally disperse and float lightly.

Dumbledore smiled and suggested: "You can put more honey, I like sweet things."

"I like it too." Loren grinned.

"It's too sweet and overwhelms the taste of the fruit," Hermione whispered.

Dumbledore sat down, holding the cup of Caman orange mixed with apple juice. He lowered his head and sniffed, smelling the rich fruity aroma. After a moment of silence, he looked at Loren: "The story of Beedle the Poet with a Hairy Heart brought me great joy." We believe that opening your heart appropriately is the right choice... I have a holiday part-time job that I want to give you. Before that, I can reveal some information. Do you want to hear it? "

Loren and Hermione nodded quickly.

"Ancient Eastern wisdom, there may be a good side to bad things. Voldemort's clever resurrection ritual buried a dozen Libre fireworks in his body, just waiting for someone..." Dumbledore's voice was very soft. , rather than saying it to the two of them, it was more like saying it to myself.

"On the other hand, Cornelius Fudge refuses to believe the news of Voldemort's return. Fortunately, there are still some people in the Ministry of Magic who are willing to believe in me...and my old friends, I hope their bones can still move... The winged messenger lady will deliver my letter to them first, and Hagrid and Olim will also set off as soon as possible..."

The old principal's words were vague. Loren could barely understand 70% to 80%, and Hermione could only understand 30% to 40%. They all knew that Dumbledore's talk was more like sorting out his thoughts.

The two of them vaguely felt that the principal who had been standing behind them was already a hundred years old and had been standing there for decades.

After hearing what he said, Loren glanced at the old principal and asked softly: "Principal, do you have any tasks for us?"

Dumbledore smiled: "I'm worried that Harry will be troubled by what happened last night. I hope you can correspond with Harry more during the holidays and keep an eye on his status for me, okay?"

Hermione nodded in understanding, her mind still analyzing the information revealed by the principal.

"I'm sorry for letting you two children listen to my nagging for so long..." Dumbledore drank the last glass of special juice, smacked his lips and paused for a moment, "Good night, children, if there is anything I want to say for the last , that is - I still like to put more honey!"

"Good night, principal."

"Have a sweet dream, sir."