Save the world from Hogwarts

"If you take Potions class seriously enough," Draco stared at the green eyes behind the lenses, "you will know that they are indeed a potion ingredient."

Lin Zhen raised her lips indifferently: "You know, my attention is all on you in Potions class. After all, you always want to talk to me."

"I'm not talking to you," Draco growled, "I'm fucking picking on you."

Lin Zhen directed Bubble to move forward, pushing Draco to move forward: "Isn't it different?"

Draco was helpless. He discovered for the first time that there might be something wrong with Potter's brain.

Lin Zhen didn't care whether Draco spoke or not, the two of them were tied together now, and no matter how much Draco hated him, he couldn't get rid of him.

"If you see a good potion, let me know," Lin Zhen said. "After all, my potion results are not as good as yours."

Draco puffed up his chest proudly, assumed the arrogant posture of Master Malfoy, and directed Lin Zhen to pick here and scratch there.

Flattery is so useful.

Lin Zhen was extremely satisfied with a robe of high-quality potion in her pocket.

After he sent Draco, who was having a bad temper, to the shore, Draco, who was in a bad mood, gave him a "Grinning", turned around and left.

When Lin Zhen sneaked into Snape's office in the middle of the night, she put the collected potions into the potion storage room.

During breakfast on Monday, Lin Zhen received a note from Dumbledore, and then she remembered that she would receive special training from Dumbledore this year.

He carefully recalled Harry's memory and found that this special training was the memory of Tom Riddle that Dumbledore had shown him before.

Lin Zhen sighed.

He was a little dissatisfied with Dumbledore before.

Dumbledore chose to sacrifice the few for the so-called benefit of the many.

From a righteous perspective, this approach was just like the question he once had about who to save when his mother and girlfriend fell into the water at the same time, but it was raised to a higher level.

Dumbledore's approach chose to save more people, even if the few who died included people he cared about.

Lin Zhen didn't think that the first-generation Dark Lord named Gellert Grindelwald, who was standing next to Dumbledore before, would have an ordinary relationship with Dumbledore.

But look, wasn't even Grindelwald also locked in a dark cell by Dumbledore for more than half a century?

Ron smiled innocently at Hermione, completely unaware that his little friend's thoughts had flown to a distant place.

Hermione covered the back of Ron's head with the tome in her hand, and pulled him to the library before Ron could protest.

Lin Zhen came to the principal's office at the appointed time.

Dumbledore hasn't returned yet.

Lin Zhen noticed that on the sycamore branch near the door, Fox's feathers were almost all gone, and the loose skin covered its body in wrinkles.

Fox found Lin Zhen looking at it, screamed feebly at Lin Zhen, and covered his head with his bare wings.

"It's okay, Fox." Lin Zhen comforted in a low voice, "Even if you lose all your feathers, you are still the most beautiful."

"Fox has ignored me for many days for this Nirvana." Dumbledore's laughing voice came from the side.

Lin Zhen turned around, greeted Dumbledore politely, and then frowned: "Sir, your hand"

The Gaunt family ring that Lin Zhen had seen was worn on Dumbledore's right hand.

The hand was charred and black, like an ugly dead branch.

"A curse." Dumbledore motioned for Lin Zhen to sit down opposite him, "I can still deal with it."

So for that goal, did you risk your own life this time?

"It looks like you don't have long to live." Lin Zhen estimated the energy in Dumbledore's body, "Is it worth it?"

It's like he doesn't understand that his former master, the "gentleman's sword", resolutely wielded his sword to commit suicide for the sake of higher martial arts.

A person can do this for his lifelong ideal

Lin Zhen really couldn't understand.

In his eyes, the most important thing is to spend every day happily like the people in the Jia family, or like the angels under him.

"I have lived long enough." Dumbledore smiled lovingly, "Do you still remember what you asked me about Nicolas Flamel in first grade?"

Lin Zhen nodded coldly: "Death is the beginning of another journey."

"Yes," said Dumbledore.

"To be honest, I still don't quite understand." Lin Zhen looked directly at Dumbledore, "Only by living can you do more things, right? You have been planning for so long. If after you die, everything does not go as you expected. proceed, what should we do?”

Dumbledore smiled: "Tom once said to me that my time has passed, and someone better will appear and replace me. This is indeed the case. He walked out of his own way and He once replaced me and became the best person in the entire magical world."

"So even if I die, someone better than Tom will definitely appear and replace Tom as the leader of the magical world."

Lin Zhen sneered: "People always change."

Dumbledore's gray-blue eyes looked directly at Lin Zhen through his half-moon eyes, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes: "People will always change. Will you change, Harry?"

Lin Zhen smiled: "Do you think I have changed?"

He knew that even Hermione could see his change, not to mention Dumbledore, who had been paying attention to him.

"As long as you are still Harry," Dumbledore said, "I can accept whatever you become."

Lin Zhen pushed away the chair, stood up and walked to the door.

As he held the door handle, he turned back and smiled at Dumbledore: "As you wish, Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at the closed door and smiled happily.

Lin Zhen threw herself into the soft bed in the Room of Requirement. She was depressed alone for a while, and then received the urging from Tom's soul mark.

After a while, Tom lay on the ground gasping for air.

"If you dare to scream without news, you will be dead." Lin Zhen crossed her arms and looked down at Tom, whose hair was even a mess.

Tom simply relaxed and fell to the ground. He stretched out his left hand and showed Lin Zhen what was in his hand.

Lin Zhen raised her eyebrows, knelt down and patted Tom on the head: "Well done. Where did you get it?"

Tom was holding Hufflepuff's golden cup in his hand.

"Gringotts." Tom hammered the floor with his right hand, "Those damn goblins."

Lin Zhen teased: "Can't you even fight the goblin? It seems you have regressed a lot."

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