The Last Goodbye

created soul.The reason why he is able to act, and looks no different from ordinary people, is naturally due to this piece of soul, but more importantly, it is because you have always been by his side.Because you loved him, because you didn't give up on him, because you expected that one day he would come back—that desire is magic.As long as you still have that desire, Harry won't leave. "

"Because for those who love us, a part of us will always be here." Dumbledore patted his chest with his hands. Riddle's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"But I think..." the vice-principal continued, with a hint of resignation in his tone, "but I don't think Grindelwald saw that. Or maybe even if he did, he didn't care. The soul can control Harry. So in order to seize control, he took the most direct method, tearing his own soul into Harry's body. In his view, even his own soul is nothing more than manipulating people's hearts It’s just a tool.” He shook his head wearily, “Maybe he thinks that Harry only has such a small piece of soul left, and he only needs to put a bigger piece of his soul, and he can control Harry. He is always... Things are oversimplified."

Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly.But then, suddenly, those blue eyes flickered, and for a split second they glowed brightly, like tempered iron, forged steel. Dumbledore's expression became very resolute, his tone was still calm, but unquestionable, "I believe Harry can break Grindelwald's soul restraint with his own power, because he is a stronger wizard in the first place - he has power that Grindelwald doesn't have ——He just needs some time to discover this." The pair of blue eyes softened again, and the brilliance just now was fleeting, like a firework.

Riddle stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at Dumbledore - he didn't know what to say.He had just realized what a wonderful wizard his guardian was, what a human being he was.How could he be blinded by someone like Grindelwald?Obviously there is a much more powerful wizard beside him, isn't it? Harry Potter is a truly great wizard.The boy slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the yew wood wand on the table, picked it up and waved it towards the corner of the room.

"Expecto Patronum."

A puff of smoke rose from the tip of the wand, like fine diamond dust, which gradually condensed in the air until it was transformed into a beautiful stag.It was glowing all over, raised its silver head, and shook its crown-like horns proudly.The stag stared at them with his big furry eyes.

"This is my Patronus." Riddle said softly, "It's exactly the same as Harry's Patronus. I sent it to scout Grindelwald Manor before, but I couldn't find any trace of the Philosopher's Stone. But I confirmed it , Grindelwald will not suspect it, because he thinks it is Harry's Patronus." He looked away from the stag and looked at the vice-headmaster, "I know that no matter what I do, I will never make up for what I have done. Fault. But even so, if I could do anything to stop Grindelwald, I would do it. Even if it was dangerous, I would." He paused, then thought of something else, "I and He made an unbreakable oath - he promised me power, status, as long as I can give him the Philosopher's Stone. I can also use this reason to return to him and be your ears and eyes. I am willing to do my best Bring him to England and hand him over to you."

Dumbledore blinked, as if he didn't catch what his student had just said.In fact, he was really surprised.He even wondered if the Sorting Hat had mistaken this young boy for the wrong school. Riddle respectfully put the wand back in front of him, "Of course, you can also arrest me and take me to Azkaban right now, everything is at your command."

This kid is really...

This time it was Dumbledore's turn to feel at a loss for words.

This is really a good boy.

The Vice-Chancellor returned his student with a gentle smile, "I can't send you undercover, Salazar. That's too dangerous. I'm sure Harry wouldn't want you to do that either. Your Patronus does come in handy. I think we You can take it to discuss with Mr. Flamel-to tell you the truth, we are really at a loss when it comes to retrieving the Philosopher's Stone. This may be a breakthrough."

Hearing what he said, Riddle's expression was very relieved, it seemed that he really wanted to make amends. Dumbledore changed the subject, "But don't mention to Mr. Flamel that you are the main culprit who stole the Philosopher's Stone for the time being. If he asks specific questions, I will explain to him." He said lightly.

Riddle looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

Did he hear correctly?What did the other party mean just now... to help him escape legal sanctions?The always great and bright Deputy Headmaster Dumbledore?The head of Gryffindor College who represented courage and justice?

The sky blue eyes blinked slyly, "I just want to meet Mr. Flamel on the weekend, I can bring you with me, don't let me talk about it." The white wizard with a bright and upright face reminded softly. "You really don't want to catch me?" Riddle still felt incredible. "Azkaban is not suitable for minors," Dumbledore said, his tone quite relaxed, even with a slight teasing smile, "and if I take you away, Professor Slughorn will probably resign in anger. I'll go to Where can I find such a good potions professor." He actually joked. Riddle stared at him blankly, smiled gratefully after a pause, "Thank you...for trusting me so much."

Dumbledore didn't say anything more, just held out his right hand to him, "That's a pleasure to work with, Salazar."

"Happy cooperation, Professor." Riddle also firmly held the other's hand.

W□□EANDTIDE, PARTII

2002

Draco Malfoy felt a headache.

What bastard under the Confusion Charm popularized the noisy Muggle technology of television in the wizarding world?He glanced at the righteous brown-haired witch on the rear-projection color TV, and then at Ron Weasley, who was sitting beside him staring intently—the First Secretary of the Ministry of Magic, who claimed to be his personal assistant, had completely fallen into the enemy camp.

"I saw someone in the army holding a sign like this," said Hermione on TV. "It said 'They have missiles, warships, satellites, nukes. But, we have magic.'" Her expression and Words are as firm.The camera panned across the audience, and Draco noticed several reporters nodding. Hermione changed the subject, "I disagree - magic is not a weapon. It's not a gun, it's not ammunition, it's our hands and feet. I use magic like I use my own body. Why would I have to fight for using a part of myself?" To register and be monitored?"

Draco rubbed his temples.Hermione on TV continued her impassioned speech, "... 60 years ago, our pioneers paid a heavy price for the overthrow of the International Statute of Secrecy, and won us the rights and freedoms that a person should have. Could it be that 60 years later Instead, we want to make this world go backwards?" She turned to the camera, her brown eyes stared firmly at everyone through the electronic screen, "Your vote is very important, it determines the world you want to live in, determines your Will loved ones and friends be free or in chains. Finally, I would like to end my speech with the words of a non-magical person."

Hermione showed a sunny smile towards the camera, "Your ticket may be a small step for you personally, but it will be a giant leap for human society."

The thunderous applause from the TV set Draco's ears ringing, and he turned it off with a wave.

Ron reluctantly looked away from the extinguished color TV and began to sort out the stack of documents in his hand. Draco picked up the Daily Prophet next to him, and on the front page was a picture of himself and Hermione staring at each other across the round table.The headline was 'The Controversy of Parliamentarians, Where Does the British Wizarding World Go From Here? 'There are several editions of columns below.The fifth edition was written by Rita Skeeter.The theme of today's column by this maverick female reporter is: Conspiracy under the round table, revealing the unknown side of the MP.Subtitles: Hermoine Granger, hypocritical peacemaker, and Draco Malfoy, ruthless radical. "Merlin..." He threw the newspaper aside, pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, "Harry Potter, what the hell did you do?"

"Let me confirm tonight's arrangement with you again." Ron took out a black notepad, and the signature pen was nimbly turning back and forth between his fingers,