Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

With that said, he stepped forward to pick up Professor Flitwick, who was still in a daze, and turned around to give Huo Qi a look.

"Lie back to me obediently. If I see you moving around again, you'll have to stay in bed for three months..."

"No...don't...I'll be good...I'll be good..."

As Huo Qi said, he jumped towards the side of the tree on one leg, muttering in his mouth while jumping:

"...don't...I'll be good..."

No way, Snape's outstanding potion talent is now well known.

The improved volatile water of life and death, a small bottle, directly made nearly half of the Death Eaters lose their resistance.

Not only that, but he also took out various potions, including Bone Spirit, for detoxification, wound healing, curse removal, soothing and nourishing, etc. from his mysterious pocket.

The key is that all these potions have been improved by himself, and the effect is even more than double that of the potions made by their Potions professor, Slughorn.

Nobody wants to offend this future... NO!It should be said that he is a contemporary potion master, so Huo Qi naturally didn't have the guts to resist.

"Professor, come with me, there are some things that you may need to make up your mind..."

"...oh... well... well..."

Professor Flitwick, who was still in a dazed state, walked around a forest with Snape's support. Suddenly, a bright clearing came into view.

In the center of the open space, a group of Death Eaters whose hands and feet were tightly bound were lying limp on the ground, snoring loudly, obviously not yet awakened from the effects of the water of life and death.

Next to the Death Eaters, a giant black-haired wolf patrolled back and forth, looking at the group of Death Eaters warily. Flitwick recognized that it was the transformed form of Remus.

Looking to the side, James and Sirius crossed their arms and watched the other students arguing, obviously not intending to get involved.

Near the lake, under the leadership of Lily, more than [-] students waved their magic wands.

Patronuses of different shapes galloped back and forth, charging at the group of dementors, neither letting them approach nor allowing them to leave.

"This...this is..."

"We won, and it cost us dearly...but we won..."

"Professor Flitwick..."

"Professor Flitwick!"

Seeing the arrival of the two, Sirius and James Potter hurriedly put down their hands clasping their chests, and walked over while saying hello.

"Phew... you guys... did a good job... but can any of you tell me in detail what's going on here?"

Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, Sirius and James Potter looked at each other, exhaled softly, turned their heads and said:

"Professor, these things can be discussed later. What we need to decide now is whether to return to Hogwarts to support Professor McGonagall..."

"Support... support... Minerva..."

Chapter 583 The Final Battle·Luck is on our side

"Minerva! Minerva!"

In the secret room, Dumbledore waved his hands lightly, and under his urging, boulders wobbled aside.

"Minerva!"

Dumbledore staggered on his feet, panting heavily, and his eyes were slightly distracted. In order to concentrate, his lower lip had already been bitten by him, and traces of blood oozed out.

"Minerva, hold on!"

Professor McGonagall is his most capable assistant and his most trusted partner.

He is also a human being, and he also has moments of confusion and hesitation. As a benchmark in the wizarding world, he cannot express these emotions to anyone except Professor McGonagall.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knew how much he was struggling when he was about to face Grindelwald.

No one but Professor McGonagall knew of his unspeakable remorse for his mother, brother, and sister.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knows his self-blame after learning Voldemort's true identity.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knows that he has wanted to meet his own death many times. He has no nostalgia for this world, and he can't wait to say a sincere apology to his Arianna...

no one knows...

If there is anyone in this world who knows Dumbledore the best, it must be Professor McGonagall. Even the former Dark Lord Grindelwald cannot be compared with him.

Only Professor McGonagall knows that under the appearance of the strongest white wizard with gray hair and beard, there is a strong and riddled soul hidden.

He is strong, so strong that he can support the entire wizarding world, he is busy, and he carries everything on his old shoulders...

But he's fragile... so fragile that when he hears the news of the death of a familiar person, he can't sleep all night in tears...

Vulnerable enough to hear that because of his own wrong decision, it has had an irreparable impact on others, and he will cherish it for the rest of his life...

He couldn't imagine what kind of crazy decision he would make if Professor McGonagall passed away unfortunately.

But he knew that if that really happened, it would definitely be a disaster, a disaster more terrifying than the Death Eaters raging...

"Minerva..."

"meow"

A faint voice came from the boulders, but in Dumbledore's ears, it was ten thousand times more beautiful than the most beautiful music he had ever heard!

"Minerva!"

Professor Dumbledore shouted loudly, folded his hands, urged the last trace of magic power in his body, pushed the stone pile away, his feet were soft, and he staggered a step, knelt there, leaning on the ground with his hands.

But his expression at this time was extremely brilliant.

"Minerva... hoo..."

An amber tabby cat struggled to get out from the crevice of the stone, leaped forward, turned into the form of Professor McGonagall, with disheveled hair, a cut on the face, and fell on Dumbledore's body Beside, revealing the joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe...

"...you're alive...so good...so good..."

"...Yeah...I'm alive...I thought I was going to die..."

As Professor McGonagall said, he took out a drop-shaped empty bottle from his arms, and there were still sporadic pure golden translucent liquid in the bottle, and the twinkling stars showed its preciousness...

"...but fortunately luck is on our side, we will definitely win..."

Seeing the potion bottle in McGonagall's hand, Dumbledore, who realized what it was, also showed a tired smile, looked at Professor McGonagall, and said softly: