Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 252 How can there be a vice principal who has been in the world for forty years!

Harry waved his wand, conjured a handkerchief, and summoned a glass of honey water.

"Professor..." Harley said softly, handing over the cup and handkerchief.

Dumbledore took the handkerchief, wiped his tears gently, and then drank the honey water in one gulp.

After a short rest, Professor Dumbledore stood up and dusted himself off.

The cup and handkerchief had disappeared into the air.

Harley, who was half squatting on the spot with her legs crossed, also stood up.

"Harry, I think you can guess the rest of the story." Professor Dumbledore's voice was trembling.

"You returned to Hogwarts to teach, living in regret, using Hogwarts as a prison to imprison yourself."

Harley thought for a while and said in a slightly questioning tone,

"And Grindelwald established the Wiccan Party in Europe and launched a war that swept across Europe and spread to the Americas until you defeated it."

"Yes, that's it." Professor Dumbledore nodded.

"Since the day Ariana left, I have learned to live my days in guilt and extreme sadness. It was only until I became a professor at Hogwarts that I barely eased the pain in my heart."

"And since then, I've started to reflect on my past and my philosophy and that of Grindelwald."

"I started to waver and ended up standing across from him."

"Until the end, I dueled him."

"He lost."

"The International Federation of Wizards originally wanted to kill him directly, but I pushed for it to be imprisoned in Nurmengard, the cage he built with his own hands to imprison his enemies."

"And I am the only keeper of that cage."

"I don't know if you can understand, Harley, but this matter has become an obsession in my heart."

"I want to get the Resurrection Stone, no, I want to get all the Deathly Hallows."

"I want to be the master of death. I want to see my father, my mother, and... and Ariana..."

"I made a mistake...I want to repent...confess to them..."

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore seemed like a helpless child, his voice was constantly trembling and extremely desolate.

Harley stood silently, saying nothing.

After a long time, Professor Dumbledore finally adjusted himself, but the smile on his face had disappeared.

"Let's go, the rest time is over." With that, he drew out the Elder Wand again, "Let's get Tom's Horcrux first."

"Okay, Professor." Harley responded easily.

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The next journey was smooth sailing, after all, the "Ice World" that Harry used previously covered almost the entire palace.

Many curses that Voldemort carefully designed and tried every means to cover up were directly inspired, but failed to have any effect.

Harry and Professor Dumbledore easily climbed onto the round altar and stood in front of the ring.

Looking at the ice cube in front of him that was almost completely covered with deep black, Professor Dumbledore's eyebrows were quite solemn.

"A very evil curse," he sighed softly, "Sure enough, Tom is really a genius in some aspects."

"I can't see the origin of this curse, and I can't think of a way to break it yet. I can only barely see the effect."

"I think an average wizard would die immediately after being struck by this kind of curse. Even a powerful wizard wouldn't be able to sustain it for too long."

"And I'm afraid this curse is not that easy to remove, even if it can be driven into a certain part of the body using magic."

"It will also spread tenaciously and continue to weaken the wizard's magic power and physical fitness."

Harley nodded in agreement beside her, and she thought of more.

This curse can weaken the wizard's magic and physical strength, and the pot of potion guarding the locket can pollute the wizard's spirit and soul.

If you combine this curse with that magic potion...

Harry seriously doubted that an ordinary demigod or wizard of the corresponding level might not be able to unleash a single extraordinary ability or a spell, and would be in a state of near-death.

Even those particularly powerful demigods and wizards may fall into a state of severe weakness, and may even be unable to activate the form of mythical creatures for a desperate fight.

Since Voldemort has designed this kind of curse and potion, he can use them as permanent mechanisms to protect his Horcruxes.

Does that mean that Voldemort has also designed more convenient magic with the same effect that can be used in battle?

Harry's eyebrows were a little more wary, and she really couldn't despise Voldemort because his soul was incomplete.

He is only half crazy, not completely crazy, nor has he become stupid.

After staring at the ring through the black ice for a long time, Professor Dumbledore forced himself to look away.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore turned to look at the girl beside him, "I think I am not qualified to carry this Horcrux."

"I'm really scared. I'm afraid that I can't help but take it with me, or even be bewitched by the fragment of Tom's soul inside, and be controlled by it."

"I'm afraid of this, afraid that I will make an irreparable mistake again."

"You come and carry this Horcrux, but don't touch it with your hands. Use spider silk or other objects to touch this Horcrux."

Harley nodded, and the spider silk gathered behind her, lifting the Horcrux easily.

"Let's go, Harry." Professor Dumbledore turned around and wanted to leave, but received no response.

When he turned his head to look in confusion, he found Harley staring at the round altar and studying it carefully.

After a while, Harry said: "Professor, there are many magics in this hall that we have never seen before."

"Don't you think it's a waste to leave such a good treasure land with just one Horcrux?"

"Ignoring the surrounding pillars, at least this round altar made of pure gold and inlaid with emeralds... I think the magic on it is worth studying."

Professor Dumbledore was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

After a long while, he said cautiously: "Then... what should we do?"

"Professor, you listen to me." Harry smiled confidently and took out his wand.

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Half an hour later, the two appeared in the principal's office.

The old principals on the wall were bored and discussing some grand competition with each other.

But after seeing Harley appear, they immediately stopped their discussion in a tacit understanding.

Several principals from Gryffindor who were usually the most noisy even showed evil smiles.

Harry didn't even look at them, he was used to it.

According to the practice of the magic world, wizards always like to hide big things and not tell others.

Even the matter of a sorting hat being sorted into a house can be concealed for hundreds of years. New students who do not participate in the sorting ceremony will never know the specific process.

So Harley knew that asking would be futile, so she simply stopped asking.

The only two living people in the office sat down on both sides of the principal's desk, and the ice ball, which was completely soaked in black, was thrown on the table.

Professor Dumbledore also deliberately placed a silver magic item under the ice ball. The bowl-shaped magic item emits magic fluctuations and blocks the spread of the curse.

As for the golden round altar that was forcibly dug out from the floor of the palace... and was packed and brought back, it had been frozen and was still lying quietly in Harry's pocket where the Traceless Stretching Charm had been cast.

Professor Dumbledore pointed his wand at the puck and muttered a long spell.

Harley also stared at the ice ball, and took advantage of the fact that there were still a few pieces of spider silk wrapped around the ice ball to carefully feel the curse on it.

This curse was so powerful that Harry was so excited that he prepared to steal from Voldemort.

Although according to the current intensity of struggle in the wizarding world, such a high-end curse is difficult to use.

But Harley always kept in mind that she could not use it, but she couldn’t help it! Not using and not using are two different concepts!

After about fifteen minutes, Professor Dumbledore finally lowered his wand.

His face was full of amazement: "Although I have said it many times, I still have to repeat it. There is such a subtle magic."

"After analyzing it for so long, I can see at least three traces of the top curses in "Advanced Black Magic Revealed"."

"It is extremely lethal and has an attachment that is difficult to get rid of like maggots attached to bones. Even if it is barely contained, it will leave destructive effects on the body..."

"No one can beat Tom when it comes to compound curses."

Harley silently retracted the spider silk, among which dozens of spider silk that were previously responsible for wrapping the ice ball had completely turned black.

These spider silks broke quietly, but did not fall to the ground. Instead, they were wrapped in other white spider silks and quietly hidden in Harley's pocket.

Professor Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's little movements, but pointed at the ring with his wand:

"But there is one thing that is very worthy of celebration."

"The curse left on the ring can only target a living creature. When the curse is released, the curse in the ring will completely disappear."

"It seems that even with Tom's skills, he can't make the curse permanent on this ring!"

As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore chuckled twice.

However, Harry quickly refuted Professor Dumbledore's statement.

"Professor, I'm afraid you have forgotten this golden round altar," Harley said, pointing to her pocket.

"Do you remember the cave where Voldemort kept the Horcrux that was Slytherin's Locket?"

"There, he chose a defense that was very similar to here..."

After Harry finished explaining his speculation, Professor Dumbledore subconsciously adjusted his half-moon glasses:

"You're right, Harry, it was indeed my lack of consideration."

"That's right. Tom, a kid, was very cautious before and couldn't possibly make such an obvious mistake."

The two then moved to Professor Dumbledore's private laboratory dedicated to studying magic and alchemy, where they studied the golden round altar for a long time.

Nico was also called out by Professor Dumbledore through the double-sided mirror, and they studied together through the mirror.

He put forward a lot of valuable suggestions and gave Harley an on-site teaching session.

In the end, Harry stayed at Hogwarts until the evening and had dinner.

After the meal, Professor Dumbledore unceremoniously asked Harry to freeze the round altar.

"During the Quidditch World Cup in two days, I'm going to bring this good thing to Austria...I mean to Europe, especially France."

Professor Dumbledore stroked the frozen round altar and said,

"I want to let Nico get up close and personal. It happens to be more than a month before school starts. I have to find something for us two old men to do."

Before he finished speaking, Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly came from the principal's office outside the laboratory:

"Albus! Come back and sign quickly! You are the principal of Hogwarts, and the competition documents must have your signature!"

Professor Dumbledore's smile disappeared.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, stamped his feet on the spot, and coughed twice:

"Well...it's only these few days that I need to sign. Minerva can make the decision for the rest."

Harry gave him a contemptuous look, which made Professor Dumbledore extremely hurt.

"Don't look at me like this, Harry, I'm here to train Minerva... You know, how can there be a vice-principal who has been there for forty years..."

"I mean, Minerva needs to be ready to become a regular at any time..."

Professor Dumbledore himself felt that this reason was too outrageous and decisively changed the subject:

"Let's go, it's getting late. I'll ask the house elf to take you back to the Dursley's."

"But you don't need to stay there for too long. Sirius bought all the tickets for the Quidditch World Cup knockout matches."

"If you hadn't been in school during the trials and group matches and couldn't watch it, he was even prepared to buy it together."

"Oh, I really hope the England national team can win a championship this year."

"I don't think so," a cold voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"The fact that the England national team can reach the final is enough for them to brag about for a year."

"Want to win the championship? The Hogsmeade Quidditch team is more reliable than them!"

Professor Dumbledore's movements froze for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face: "What a coincidence, Minerva."

Professor Dumbledore knew that Professor McGonagall had not known whether he was in the laboratory before.

She just left a message on the silverware on her desk, and most likely she would put the file on the desk and leave.

So I had deliberately waited for a few minutes before, just to wait for Professor McGonagall to leave the principal's office before going to sign, so as to avoid any accidents.

As a result, now...why hasn’t Professor McGonagall left?

"I thought you were busy with something, Albus." Professor McGonagall said with a sneer.

"So you're chatting with your favorite student?"

"The last such student was Hagrid, and the next one was Mr. Newt Scamander..."

"Dear Principal Dumbledore, you really care about your students!"

"I care so much that all the work that the principal should do is completely left to me!"

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(Thanks for the tip from the boss "If you don't know how to brush flash drops, you are not a good baboon"!)