The Last Goodbye

A man, but a magic wand was held against his chest.The wizard struggled to open his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who..."

"Professor Dumbledore, this is Hogwarts!" Harry looked at him anxiously.The wizard who fell on the ground was gasping for breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ancient castle not far away, and slowly moved away the wand that was resting on Harry's chest.Young Dumbledore looked at him again, moonlit blue eyes like pure, hard ice.He gave Harry a wry smile, "Thank you..."

"Professor..." Harry wanted to say something, but the other party lost consciousness again. Before Dumbledore passed out, he only vaguely remembered, in the dark night, in the golden light of the phoenix, the worried and anxious pair of young men who supported him...

Scarlet eyes.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

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VERDIMILLIOUS, PARTI

1938

Horace Slughorn and Galatea Merrythought rushed to the office of the flight professor as soon as they were notified of the portrait.The swift head of Ravenclaw nodded to her new colleague after entering the door, then went straight to the edge of the sofa and began to examine the unconscious wizard. "Merlin!" The head of Slytherin, still wrapped in pajamas, looked at Harry in shock, "Who did this?"

"I think there's only one person who can do that." Harry stared at the two people in front of the sofa, not noticing Slughorn's furrowed brow after he replied.There was silence among the few until Galatea put away her wand.The witch's hawk-like eyes looked at their new colleagues first, "It's a very powerful curse, but fortunately its spread was contained in time. Did you do it, Professor Potter?" Harry nodded.

There was reverence and gratitude in Galatea's stern eyes, "Good emergency measures, I'm afraid I can't do better. But Albus still needs regular treatment, I'll take him to St. Mungo..."

"Wait." Slughorn interrupted her, "Perhaps the fewer people who know about this matter, the better. If Grindelwald is really the one who made the move. Now the power of Germany cannot be underestimated. Once they find out about Albus' situation, we will be very concerned about it." Passive. I am familiar with the most famous doctors in St. Mungo, and I can invite them here alone."

"Are you going to hide his situation?" Galatea narrowed her eyes slightly, looking disapproving, "If Grindelwald is the first to leak the news..."

"He won't do that," Slughorn said firmly, clearly confident in his own judgment. "If they did duel, he's in no better shape than Albus. He's sure to hide his damage to the Germans from the Germans." After all, he has more enemies than us.” Galatea pondered for a moment, then finally nodded, “I’m afraid you’re right... He might send an eyeliner to Hogwarts to spy. I can take Albus back to Ge Derek Valley, and join the doctors there." The other two did not raise any objections.The witch looked at the unconscious colleague on the sofa again, "It's not too late, I'll take him out of here first..."

"Fawkes can take you to Godric's Hollow," Harry said quickly. "It's not subject to Hogwarts' restrictions on Apparition." The phoenix on his shoulder chirped in response, and the other two responded. looked at him slightly surprised.

"It really likes you." Slughorn looked extremely envious, "Except for Albus, I've never seen him so close to anyone." Galatea looked at Harry with sharp and suspicious eyes for a while, but in the end she solemnly said Said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Phoenix flew to her side, and then the fire flashed, and the two people beside the sofa disappeared without a trace. Harry waved his hand to sweep away the burning dust around him, and Slughorn took a moment to get his attention back from the disappearing phoenix. "I'm afraid we have to inform Headmaster Dippet to find two substitute teachers for Defense and Transfiguration." He looked at Harry, and suddenly clapped his hands knowingly, "I'd be happy to recommend an excellent black teacher for him." Candidates for Magic Defense Substitute."

When the East was clear, Harry and Slughorn finally left the headmaster's office.Head Slytherin had already drawn up letters to the doctors of St. Munger, and the two parted at the owl hut in West Tower.

Professor Potter, who was exhausted in both mana and physical strength due to sleeplessness, dragged his exhausted body back to the office, only to find that someone was already waiting for him at the door.

"Good morning, Professor Potter."

The little devil stood at the door of the office and greeted him respectfully—Riddle was wearing a pure black wizard robe, and the only embellishment on his body was a silver and green tie. The seemingly unpretentious attire perfectly set off his delicate face and proud eyes.He was already a real Slytherin.

"Good morning, Salazar, but it's not yet six o'clock." Harry paused, carefully sizing up the other person's face, only to find that the boy had a pair of faint dark circles under his eyes—had he stayed up late?Before he could ask a question, Riddle took out the book "The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts". Harry reached out to pick it up, but the boy memorized the book behind his back, "I still have questions to ask you. Why don't we go in and talk?"

Harry eyed him suspiciously, but Riddle just kept a polite, respectful smile.With a final sigh, his guardian opened the office door in resignation.This is where Riddle first met each other at work.The room is too minimally furnished, and there is almost nothing except a few books and a teaching broom—as if the owner of the house has made up his mind not to stay long.

"sit down."

Harry made black tea with the Clearing Spring Charm and the Heat Charm.The pleasant fragrance of Earl Gray tea permeated the air, and the young man let out a long sigh of relief, and threw himself into the chair.They both looked tired, but didn't bother each other. Riddle pushed the book over, "I read your book last night." The person across the table gave a tired but proud smile, "Do you understand?"

"I have no clue." Riddle replied honestly, reaching out to open the book on the table, which was blank. Harry didn't say anything, obviously everything was as he expected.

The boy got up and walked to the bookshelf. This might be the only place in Professor Potter's empty office that had some content... "Light and Darkness", "Slytherin and His Heirs", "Song of the Damned", "Second England" A History of Magical Warfare.He took out the last one and flipped through it, but as expected, it was also blank.

Harry picked up his tea and took a sip, "Don't you have class in the morning?" He issued an eviction order without a trace.

"There is Defense Against the Dark Arts at ten o'clock." Riddle replied casually.

Harry paused, then took another big sip of tea, "If you have nothing else to ask..."

"Yes." Riddle came over and leaned casually on the edge of the professor's desk. Harry didn't have the energy to correct the students' transgressions, he just wanted to sleep well now, "Then ask, but I have nothing to say about my book."

"It's not about your book." Riddle's tone was very casual, his voice was like the wind of early spring, cold and gentle.

"Professor Potter, would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?"

Harry choked on a big mouthful of tea, "cough...cough cough...what did you say?"

"Go on a date with me this weekend," Riddle repeated, making the sentence clear and slow on purpose.

Harry just felt that the previous sleepiness was swept away.He looked at his ward in astonishment, "Salazar, as your professor, as your... guardian, I must say that your words on me are always..."

He tried his best to search for a suitable word in his mind, "...not appropriate."

"Isn't it dating to invite someone you like to go out alone?"

"Yes, but you can't date me. Hogwarts has a lot of lovely girls..."

"Why can't I ask you out?"

At this moment, Harry's eyes had changed from astonishment to confusion, "I am your professor and guardian." He paused, as if he wanted to find a more convincing reason than the previous argument, "Okay. Retire Ten thousand steps, I am an adult. In the British wizarding world, it is illegal for an adult to date a minor." Harry plausibly said that he was quite proud of his rationality and quick wit, but he was disturbed to find that the little devil The smile on the lips continued unabated.

"I see." After quietly listening to the other party's long speech, the young man just slightly tilted his head, "I thought..."

"Why?"

"I