Chapter 512: Plans Based on Prophecy, Saving Face for the Centenarian (1/2)

Chapter 512 A plan based on the prophecy, giving the centenarian some face

"I understand what you said." Professor Snape said earnestly, "I also understand how you feel."

Aaron was completely unmoved, just looking at him in silence.

Everyone can say polite words, but this has nothing to do with what he wants.

"How about this." Professor Snape sighed helplessly, "Come to my office in the afternoon."

"Afternoon?" Aaron raised his eyebrows playfully, "I personally think time is still very precious, why can't it be in the morning?

After breakfast, I can make you a pot of tea and we can chat slowly."

"But I really don't have time in the morning." Snape said guiltily, "The fifth-year O.W.L.s exams need me to grade, and the papers of students in other grades are also waiting for me to mark."

"I understand." Aaron looked at him deeply, picked up Abe and walked towards the door, "I will go to your office and wait."

Professor Snape watched Aaron's back as he left, and simply finished breakfast and walked towards the eighth floor of the castle.

At the same time, the principal's office.

Albus Dumbledore, who was worried, sat opposite Harry Potter, who was in a heavy mood. The male and female wizards on the surrounding walls didn't know what happened, and they all welcomed the principal's return.

"Okay, Harry.

You will be happy to hear that your classmates did not suffer irreparable injuries in the incident last night. If all goes well, they will be back today."

"Yeah." Harry nodded expressionlessly.

"I understand how you feel, Harry." Dumbledore said softly.

"No, you don't understand." Harry said with despair. The person who died last night was his only relative and the person who cared about him the most in the world. How could Dumbledore understand his feelings?

"It's all my fault. Aaron is right. If I hadn't insisted on going to the Department of Mysteries..."

"No, it's not your fault.

It's my fault. It's all my fault." Dumbledore said seriously, "I knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort would establish contact with you. I should have taught you the art of occlumency myself. Snape and Gaius may be proficient in this magic, but their teaching level is definitely not as good as mine.

Or if I had talked to you frankly earlier, you would have known that Voldemort was trying to lead you to the Department of Mysteries. Then you wouldn't have been tricked there last night, Sirius wouldn't have gone to find you, and he wouldn't have been..."

"Wait." The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black said tremblingly, "Can I understand that my great-grandson, the last of the Black family, is dead."

"I'm sorry, Phineas." Dumbledore said.

"I don't believe it." Phineas yelled, then moved closer to the side of the photo frame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Harry and Dumbledore both knew what he was doing. The Order of the Phoenix still had a portrait of him, and Phineas would use that portrait to confirm whether his great-grandson was still alive.

"Professor." Harry said hesitantly, "The prophecy ball I found in the Department of Mysteries said that Voldemort and I..."

"I know, I was there when this prophecy was made.

It was a cold night sixteen years ago, and Sybil came to me to seek a professorship.

You know her divination ability, it's a little unreliable, so I politely told her that she was not suitable for this position.

Then...she made this prophecy, the only person who had a chance to defeat Voldemort was born at the end of July sixteen years ago, and the child's parents had resisted Voldemort three times."

Harry's breathing was a little quicker, and Dumbledore's personal admission was much more reliable than the cold prophecy ball.

"You mean I... am that boy?"

"Strangely, there were two people who met the requirements.

One is you, Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom."

"But if that's the case, why are my name and Voldemort's name marked under the prophecy?"

"When Sybil was looking for a job, she chose the cheaper Hog's Head Pub, which has poor confidentiality and attracts more mixed customers than the Three Broomsticks.

There you can never guarantee that your conversation will not be eavesdropped, and like you, I suffered.

Of course, I never dreamed that she would do something like this. What a valuable prophecy.

Fortunately, the eavesdropper was discovered halfway through the prophecy and was thrown out of the Hog's Head Inn.

So Voldemort only knew the first half of the prophecy at the time, that the boy who could defeat him would be born at the end of July, and his parents had resisted Voldemort three times.

Voldemort didn't know the second half, that the Dark Lord would mark him as a powerful enemy. "At this point, Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead, "This mark allowed the people in the Prophecy Hall to make the corresponding judgment."

Harry frowned slightly, "Isn't this a bit hasty?"

"I thought so before, but then I thought it might be true.

You have grown very fast in these five years, so fast that you can fight Voldemort face to face. "

"That's because he wants to torture me slowly." Harry laughed at himself, "I'm not even a magician, how can I beat a great magician?

I saw the battle between you and Voldemort with my own eyes. I couldn't get involved in a battle of that level. The aftermath alone could kill me.

If Voldemort had been a little more serious, I might have died a long time ago. "

"But you are still alive now, aren't you?" Dumbledore comforted, "You escaped from his hands several times in a row, and you made great progress every time.

I have also done some tests over the years, the Philosopher's Stone, the Dementors, and even the Triwizard Tournament have shown me your abilities and qualities.

To be honest, your progress has made me ecstatic more than once. "

"But I am indeed not Voldemort's opponent." Harry said pessimistically, "As he said, the strength of a wizard is affected by his talent. I am afraid I can't beat him even if I reach the peak in my life. "

"This is undeniable, but the actual situation is affected by many factors." Dumbledore said patiently, "Didn't Aaron tell you that a magician can also defeat a great magician when he taught you?"

"He seemed to have said that." Harry murmured, "Wait, professor, how do you know?"

"I am the headmaster, and I know a lot about the school." Dumbledore said proudly, "I have been paying attention to you from the meeting at the Hog's Head to Dobby's recommendation of the Room of Requirement. I used the Disillusionment Charm to go in and audit your first class.

I have to say that Aaron's teaching ability is no worse than that of an ordinary professor."

"So that's the case!" Harry suddenly realized.

"So you should have some confidence in yourself, and Voldemort seemed to have accidentally transferred some of his own abilities to you when he attacked you more than ten years ago.

The scar on your head can clearly sense his presence, no matter what disguise he made.

This is your advantage, Harry, an advantage that no one else has. "

Harry looked bitter, "I don't want this kind of advantage. "

"Yes! It is both a blessing and a curse.

But no matter what, the choice is destined, one of you and Voldemort must kill the other."

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry took a deep breath, with a tangled face, "Voldemort is most afraid of you, if you can defeat him... I think the prophecy may not be 100% accurate, right?"

"If I can, I would like to." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "But Harry, under what circumstances do you think I would choose to believe in the prophecy, even at the cost of preparing for it for more than ten years?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and a terrible guess emerged in his mind.

This guess made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"I'm not sure, Harry." Dumbledore shrugged, "If it is a head-on battle, I may be able to defeat Voldemort, or at least die with him, but if he is determined to run, I can't stop him.

Just as I know him, he knows me too well. The weaknesses of us are very obvious. My concern and protection for you will become his main weapon against me.

And I am also old. More than a hundred years may not be a big deal for a powerful wizard. If I want, I can even live for hundreds of years, but I have to admit that my mentality is no longer young.

Having experienced two wizard wars, I know very well what failure means.

I dare not gamble. I can pay any price, but I must ensure that we can win, because we cannot afford the price of losing.

And the most important point is that Voldemort has gone a long way on the road of immortality. He may, may..."

"Maybe what?" Harry asked a little nervously.

"It's not 100% certain now." Dumbledore shook his head, "but I did some research during the time I left Hogwarts. I'm afraid that Voldemort's preparations are more terrible than I thought. "

Harry swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably stressed, and had deep self-doubt in his heart.

Can he really do the guy that even Dumbledore thought he couldn't do?

"Maybe there are other possibilities." Harry said weakly, "Aaron, yes, Aaron can definitely do it. He is much stronger than me. In the Department of Mysteries, he blocked ten Death Eaters alone, and even fought back and forth with Voldemort."

"Gaius?" Dumbledore's face suddenly became complicated, "I have thought about this, but...how to say it?

I once vaguely mentioned that he should fight Voldemort with us, and he euphemistically refused at that time. As for now...Compared to Voldemort, I think he wants to kill me more!"

Harry:???

"Professor, what do you mean?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dumbledore was about to explain when a knock on the door came in.

"Come in!"

Professor Snape walked into the headmaster's office, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Harry Potter, then he looked away.

"What's the matter, Severus?"

"Gaius just came to me." Professor Snape's face was uncertain, "He has noticed something wrong and wants to ask me for an explanation."

"That's normal, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "That child is smarter than anyone else, even if he is late to realize it, he should have thought of it."

"But I shouldn't be asked to explain." Snape said angrily, "Lupin, Moody, Kingsley, Nymphadora, anyone... I can ask anyone, but I can't."

"Severus, I understand your feelings very well, but you are indeed the most suitable candidate now."

"Principal, don't talk without thinking.

I should be the person he trusts most in Hogwarts. If I tell him, how can I save my face?"

"What do you mean?"

"Explain it to him in person!" Snape said seriously, "This is your arrangement, I am just an executor."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, and Harry rarely saw a little embarrassment on his face.

"Professor Snape, I'm afraid this really won't work.

You have the best relationship with him, and he may be able to suppress his emotions if you explain it, but if it were me, it would probably have the opposite effect."

Hearing this, Professor Snape did not hide the sarcasm on his face.

"Headmaster, you... still care about this?"

Dumbledore's old face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he lowered his eyebrows and said: "This is my request to you, Severus.

I am more than a hundred years old, just give me some face as an old man!"

Professor Snape rolled his eyes, but Dumbledore had said so much, so he couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I know, I will tell him your arrangement."

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, "But don't explain the part that should be concealed too clearly, you know what I mean?"

"Is it useful?" Professor Snape asked back, and left the headmaster's office without looking back.

"Professor." Harry looked at Dumbledore puzzledly, "What are you talking about?"

"It's better if you don't know this." Dumbledore said angrily.

"You shouldn't keep it from me, right?

This matter has a lot to do with Aaron, I think I need to find out."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and smiled bitterly: "You know, Aaron's strength and talent are far beyond his peers, and there is a powerful family behind him.

If we can let them join the camp against Voldemort, then our chances of winning will be greatly improved, at least the number of casualties will be greatly reduced."

Harry nodded in agreement, whether it was the battle after the Triwizard Tournament or the battle of the Department of Mysteries last night, it could prove this point.

"But the Gaius family has an ancestral precept that prohibits descendants from joining the disputes in the wizarding world." Dumbledore sighed, "Neutrality is the position that the Gaius family has maintained for thousands of years.

As long as he abides by this ancestral precept, even the wizard war will not affect him. The heritage and connections of the wizard family that have been passed down for thousands of years are his strong backing, and he can stay out of trouble.

But once he violates this rule, he will be temporarily expelled from the family, even the heir of the family is no exception."

"I seem to know this, but does it have anything to do with what you just said?"

"There is some connection." Dumbledore said embarrassedly, "In a sense, the Order of the Phoenix successfully dragged him into the water last night."

Harry:......