Professor, please pay the debt

"I heard that the relationship between you and Professor Snape is tense!" Dumbledore looked at the student in front of him kindly, "You seem to be dissatisfied with him."

The incident in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class spread throughout the school as if it had grown wings. The teachers and students only talked about it.

Headmaster Dumbledore, in his office full of strange silverware, invited the bad boy who took the lead in trouble, Harry Potter.

At this time, Harry was sitting opposite the old principal, behind him was the magnificent Phoenix Fox, in front of him was a cup of honey tea specially provided by the principal's office, Harry was not going to touch it at all, he behaved like a real 16 It's unbearable for a young boy to play like that.

To the old headmaster's question, he gave an arrogant and rude answer, "We don't like each other, it's always been like this!"

"But as far as I know..." Dumbledore did not accept this answer, and he went on to say, "It was you, a student, who set off a group event that could be called a class strike. This seems to be your unilateral provocation Behavior, not the contradiction between two people."

"Oh...Professor, freezing three feet doesn't happen in a day. He has abused me for five years. In those five years, come to think of it, I haven't lived in the shadow of Professor Snape for a single day. Now... I don't want to live this kind of life of holding back my breath any more." Harry said half-truthfully.

"Now?" Dumbledore grasped the point shrewdly, "What's the matter now, tell me, Harry, do you think you are different from the previous five years? What is the difference? With all due respect, you are still a student, And Severus is still a teacher, but the subjects taught are different. So in my eyes, you are still a teacher-student relationship. A student should obey his professor."

"A professor should also have some real talents. I don't want to learn the magic that I have already mastered..." Harry pointedly.

"Well said!" echoed a shrill voice.

The portrait of Phineas Nigellus, Sirius' great-grandfather, who was apparently just pretending to be asleep, was like the portraits of the other Headmasters, all interested in the fight between the Savior and the Cellar Snake.

Dumbledore ignored him.It was Harry who smiled.

Ever since the honor came back to Black's old house, the only Slytherin headmaster in the history of Hogwarts who came from the Black family and had a different opinion of Harry, he boasted greatly in front of many portraits of the school The great achievements of his great-grandson mentioned Harry Potter's role in the rehabilitation process by the way, and praised Harry as a young man with a conscience.

"Professor Snape is not aware of your progress, which I think is understandable - given the relationship between the two of you..." Dumbledore paused, as if regretting it, "Yeah, the bad relationship between the two of you , I gotta say, it's too bad! It's like a hater!"

"I'm far from alone!" said Harry. "Anyone at school like him? Just the way he is, ha!"

"I didn't expect you to like him!" Dumbledore's tone was a bit bad, "Professor Snape is here to work, not to please anyone. As the headmaster, I recognize his work, and that's enough , the rest is not important."

"Then I have nothing to say!"

Harry didn't intend to do anything to Severus at first, at most it was a quarrel, what else could it be!

Dumbledore was clearly dissatisfied with Harry's tone, but at the same time he knew he couldn't get more.

So he let out a sigh, obviously old and feeble, which made Harry stare at his right hand again, counting his time in the world.

"It's scary, isn't it?" The old man noticed Harry's gaze, and he turned his wrist to look carefully at his charred right hand. "You never asked, do you want to know?"

Want to divert my attention?Harry guessed the old lunatic's intentions in his heart, and asked with a little concern on the surface, "Can't it be treated?"

"Obviously... this is the power of a curse, and this curse came from one of my students..."

Dumbledore was still staring at his wrist, with deep and distant eyes, as if thinking of him, "You know him too—Tom! Tom Riddle."

When the old headmaster called out Tom's Christian name, Harry thought for a moment that he had been exposed, and had to admit it.

Even the Dark Lord can't get rid of his teacher when he was young, just like Dumbledore, who led the Dark Lord into the magic world and taught him for seven years at the same time. Holds a special place, even after many years of graduating.

"Why do you always call him Tom? No one else does."

The Dark Lord has always wanted to ask this question, and today I finally had the chance to ask him in person, "Because I've been calling him that since he was 11 years old, even though he's had many names since... oh yes, I heard you called him Crazy for snakeface, huh, well, if it makes you feel lighthearted. But I suggest you don't take the title thing to heart. I don't think it's very important."

This is very important!The Dark Lord clenched his fists in protest - I hate that name!

But Dumbledore brought the topic back to his wrist. He opened the desk drawer and took out an ugly ring from it. The black gem on it shook, and Harry quickly turned his head to pretend to be shaken. The shape of the eyes was changed to cover up his greed and anger.

"That's what caused it! I tried to dispel the black magic on it, and I succeeded, but I also paid a price."

"I don't understand!" Harry pretended to be eager to learn, but he was actually sarcasm Dumbledore, "This ring, it probably can't walk, you must have found it."

You deserve it, you asked for it! nozuonodie hum!

"This is an evil dark magic item, made by Voldemort, I must get rid of it!" Dumbledore showed a firm determination like a believer, "Even at the cost of life!"

"It hurt you, or... someone else, did it?"

My ring stayed in Gaunt's old house well, and I didn't provoke anyone or anyone, how could it be evil!As for the curse on it, it was used to deal with thieves!

Thief!

In Harry's eyes, Dumbledore is!

Harry's attitude of disapproval and disapproval caught Dumbledore's attention, and he became eager to explain, "This is a Horcrux, Harry!"

Dumbledore emphasized, while his pupil looked dazed and ignorant.

"Of course you haven't heard of it, no books will mention it, because it's the most evil thing in the world. I'm not going to say too much, you just need to know that Voldemort split the soul, created it, and this Will suffice."

Dumbledore spread his hands as if to say, look, how wicked!

"Whose soul did Snakeface split? His own, or someone else's." Harry tried to defend the Horcrux.

"Obviously his own, he wants to live forever, and this is the carrier."

"In that case, why should you meddle in your own business! Oh... I mean, he split his, the soul is his own, isn't it!"

"He has to kill people every time he makes Horcruxes, so you still think it doesn't matter?"

It really doesn't matter, in the eyes of the Dark Lord, those insignificant people are like ants, they are dead when they die!

Dumbledore added, "And it's possible he could be resurrected by this... Oh, the look on your face tells me, you don't believe me!"

"Sorry!"

Harry offered no sincere apology.

"I know that Snakeface is very powerful. I saw him revived with my own eyes, but at that time, he had a full body—although he was a little small and ugly, but he had it! And this...a ring!"

Hey!

Phineas Nigellus let out a sneer, which perfectly matched Harry's questioning, which showed that Harry also had followers in the principal's office, "Thank you, Phineas, but I have to say, our conversation No accompaniment required!"

Dumbledore scolded his predecessor blankly.Then he turned to Harry, "I know it sounds weird, but thanks to Merlin for giving me the extraordinary wisdom that made me smarter than most people, this ring. Yes, it stored Voldemort's soul. And, The gem set on it is the resurrection stone."

This time, Harry was genuinely ignorant.

"You don't know?" Dumbledore was very surprised at first, but soon, he figured it out for himself, "Yeah...you grew up in a Muggle family, I guess it's unlikely that Petunia will tell you Brother's story, well, then..."

Then it was time for storytelling...Harry was drowsy at first...then half-believed...and finally, he stared at the ring with probing eyes—the ring that was said to be able to revive people, once belonged to him ring.

"But that's just a myth, don't you believe?"—you're crazy!

"You've questioned me for the second time tonight, Harry..."

"I'm sorry, Professor!"

"Ah... I have to say, this apology is even more insincere than the last one."

"Uh……"

"Since you don't believe it, it's useless to say more."

Dumbledore simply put the ring back in the drawer, and acted to indicate that the time for storytelling was over.Harry kept his eyes fixed on the black gemstone inlaid on it until it disappeared under the table.

"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry..."

Dumbledore was not at all surprised by Harry's expression of interest, and he emphasized his tone to call back the students' attention, "I think it's very important not to deny everything just because of an occasional class, isn't it, Professor Snape Undoubtedly powerful, he has few rivals in the wizarding world. Besides, I will not allow you to skip this course because of the security situation."

In fact, Harry was just talking.After being rejected, he just shrugged.

"You don't know, our Professor of Muggle Studies, Kerry Dibbaji, a very lovely teacher - she is dead! Voldemort killed her himself..."

"Snape reported to you?" Harry asked in a bad tone.

"Professor Snape, Harry!"

"Yes, Professor! So...it's him, isn't it!"

spy!traitor!White-eyed wolf!

"He provided me with a lot of valuable information, for the Order of the Phoenix, and for the entire wizarding community!"

"Maybe it's made up!" Harry said irresponsibly.

"Harry! I hope you don't go after Professor Snape, he didn't hurt you, I'm sure."

"If sarcasm doesn't hurt..." Harry curled his lips, "he didn't!"

Dumbledore had to sigh again, "Well, I didn't expect you to be friends, but I hope you understand that I trust Professor Snape, who risked his life to work for me...

Poor Caredy, she was killed in front of many Death Eaters, Severus was there, and Caredy even got sober for a while, and asked him for help..."

"He's indifferent! Right, I expected it!" Harry's face became quite ugly, showing faint signs of anger.

"If he tries to stop, he'll be exposed. A spy, first of all hide yourself well. You'll only understand if you've experienced it. So, I don't blame him... Good night, Harry, then."

Not surprised at being sent away so suddenly, Harry stood up immediately.

"Good night, Professor Dumbledore."

As he closed the door to the headmaster's office, he heard Phineas Nigellus clearly say, "I don't see the need for you to tell Harry, Dumbledore."

"I don't expect you to see that either, Phineas," Dumbledore replied.

— but I can!

Harry thought angrily in his heart.

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