Professor, please pay the debt

It was still Dumbledore who broke the silence, "My child, I can understand your mood now, we all know that you and Sirius have a very good relationship, but I guess even Sirius himself doesn't want to see you immersed in grief among."

"I'll be fine, Professor, it's just that it will take a while."

"I believe it will, then, can you satisfy an old man's curiosity now, tell me where you have been during this time, you know, you have been missing for six weeks, your friends are very worried, maybe And a little annoyed that they haven't had any letters from you."

Harry put his head down like a real teenager, doing something wayward and refusing to apologize.

"I'll explain to them, but actually I just want to be alone..." Harry looked at Dumbledore, the old man's blue eyes fixed on him, forcing him to compromise, "Okay, If you must know, I went to the Muggle world, traveling and living here and there."

Dumbledore was obviously not satisfied with this answer, he asked again, "Every underage wizard has invisible traces on his body to ensure their safety, and you have them too, but during this time, your traces There is no response, why is that?"

"Zongsi or something, I'm not sure, I guess, if I don't use magic, it might not respond."

Dumbledore nodded, "Maybe you're right, but if you don't use magic, how can you travel?"

"I travel the Muggle way. There are billions of Muggles in the world, and they have their own way."

Harry despised Dumbledore in his heart. This old madman kept protecting Muggles, but he didn't understand them at all. Maybe in his heart, Muggles were still in the Middle Ages.

Dumbledore blinked happily, "Yeah, although Muggles are weak, they always have their cleverness. Alright, Harry, give me your hand, you must be healed first, and then you will follow me." Tell me about something interesting you encountered on the road, I haven’t traveled for a long time, maybe you can recommend a good place for me.”

With a flash of a spell, Harry's hand returned to normal.

"Thanks, Professor Dumbledore, can I ask about your hand, I know it's rude. But, your hand doesn't look very good, won't you treat yourself?"

The right hand was completely black, dry as charcoal, lifeless, and Harry was sure it was the result of a curse on the ring, the most successful of all Horcruxes, the Gaunt ring.

When making it, I borrowed the principle of the Mirror of Erised. It can see the desire deep in the wizard's soul, and use this desire to lure everyone who approaches it and wear it.

Once worn, it will trigger the power of the curse, causing people to die quickly.Dumbledore was cursed but still survived, so he had to admire his strength.

However, fortunately, he did not die. If he passed away suddenly, the Dark Lord would definitely sweep the magic world, and by then the isolated and helpless savior could only be at the mercy of the Dark Lord.

Even if he reveals his identity as a soul piece, that snake-faced lunatic will not let go of this body. His only way out is to be made into a Horcrux, hiding in a remote and uninhabited corner and waiting bitterly.

No, that's not the life I want.Now that you have a body, you should make a career out of it.

As for the old lunatic Dumbledore, at this stage he is the umbrella of the savior. I wish him good health, and when my wings are full...

Harry looked at the scorched hand again... and came to a conclusion that made him feel sad——

Dumbledore's remaining lifespan will not exceed one year. The Dark Lord's greatest enemy is about to die, and the only protector of the Savior is about to pass away. It is really tangled whether to be more sad or happy!

Dumbledore didn't care much about his hands, "It's not a big deal, at least, it's not as important as your safety, I'm not against traveling, a new environment can make people feel cheerful.

But you should be aware of the current situation. Ever since he appeared in the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort no longer hides himself. His Death Eaters are doing evil everywhere. There are news of disappearances in the newspapers every day. Now is not a good time to travel. Especially for you..."

"I'm fine!"

"There's no need to be lucky! Standing in the past, we can't predict what will happen in the future. Promise me, Harry, don't be so reckless again."

"Ah... ok, I'll pay attention."

Harry seemed a bit reluctant, but under the loving eyes of the old wizard, he still agreed.

Dumbledore asked again: "You haven't passed your Apparition exam yet?"

"Of course not, I remember that the exam had to wait until the age of 17."

"Yeah, then you can hold my arm, pay attention to the left hand, you have already found that my right hand is not very comfortable..."

Harry knew he was going to take him somewhere, but Harry didn't trust him and didn't want to go with him, so he hesitated and acted stupidly: "But, what are you going to do, Professor."

Dumbledore raised his left hand and waited, "I'm going to do something, this matter will be a little bit troublesome, I think you can just help me, are you willing to help me, Harry."

"Of course I would, oh . . . I hope I won't be a disservice."

"Come on, an old man's arm is not strong, and it will hurt if he lifts it for a long time."

Dumbledore reminded Harry of his state, and Harry grabbed his left arm.

This seemed to be the first time the Dark Lord had touched Dumbledore's body, and Harry thought he would be angry and even sick.

But when his hand really touched that thin and withered arm, he realized that he didn't feel anything.