Professor, please pay the debt

Harry was sure more than ever that Dumbledore was not a qualified educator.

He didn't return to school until 30 hours after the Vanishing Cabinet incident.What would the school look like without Drake's report and DA's ambush?

How many students would die from a Death Eater attack?Dumbledore's absence from his students when they needed him most was AWOL.No matter how great he is, he has not fulfilled the duties of a principal.

When he came to the principal's office again, Harry's attitude towards Dumbledore was already somewhat contemptuous.

"Harry, you're taking risks again..." Dumbledore sighed reproachfully. "I can't say I approve of you, far from it. In fact, I don't want to see my students being involved in dangerous actions." Among them, this is fatal, and I think you should be able to realize the seriousness of the problem."

"Yes, Professor."

Harry behaved as well as usual, but he was complaining fiercely in his heart-why didn't he hear this remark after the Battle of the Hall of Prophecy last year, which was even more dangerous, and Voldemort even fought in person.

Afterwards, the old lunatic praised the six of them to the sky, but this time he looked regretful. What is the reason for this huge difference?

Obviously, not because of the danger, but because the last operation was led by the Order of the Phoenix, and the old madman himself was the one who got the limelight, but this time it was Scrimgeour, that's all.

"But you still went..." Dumbledore continued to preach, "Take your classmates to ambush in the Forbidden Forest... You are not even allowed to leave the castle after dark. This is a serious violation of school discipline, enough Expelled."

Dumbledore paused appropriately, creating some tension, and Harry lowered his head, pretending to be worried.

In fact, he was sure that there was no way Dumbledore would fire him at this juncture - when everyone was celebrating victory.

Sure enough, after seeing enough of Harry's embarrassment, the old fox rounded up his words again, "I don't want to be too harsh, but the matter is indeed serious, Harry, you are almost an adult, and you should take on the responsibility of an adult." Responsibility, protect yourself and your friends, can you do it?"

"I will."

"Then we can all agree not to make an exception, shall we?"

Is this an ultimatum?The old madman was running out of patience with himself.Harry nodded hastily, "Okay, Professor, oh, I mean, thank you."

"If there is a next time..."

"No more, I promise."

"I hope you are an honest and trustworthy child..." Dumbledore seemed to believe Harry, "then let's talk about another problem that is close at hand... You are almost an adult, which is cause for celebration, but it also brings us Here comes a lot of trouble—the magic of bloodlines, which will expire when you come of age."

— Which means the Dursleys are useless!

"It's great, it couldn't be better..." Harry was very happy, he didn't like any restraints.

"Harry!" Dumbledore's tone clearly disapproved, "Blood magic has protected you, and the Death Eaters have never been able to find the Dursleys' house. I think this is at least beneficial to you."

"But it also got me through a miserable childhood, the only good thing being learning how to cook."

"Standing in the past, we can't predict what will happen in the future..." Dumbledore lowered his eyes, with a guilty expression on his face, "If my original decision caused you misfortune, I apologize!"

"No, professor!"

Harry eagerly grabbed Dumbledore's wrist—the one that was intact, the old man's weak pulse told him that the man was dying, and Harry tried his best to stop himself from laughing, "I don't blame you for saying that." What do you mean. Actually, I have understood the situation at that time, the situation is very chaotic, you just want to save my life, I know, you have done enough."

As the conversation continued, Dumbledore withdrew his wrist without a trace, "So, now, are you still willing to follow my advice?"

Anticipating what Dumbledore was going to say, Harry tried to change the subject, "Yes, I won't take any more risks."

But the old bee is not so easy to pass "It's good, but I don't mean this."

"Oh……"

Harry hadn't figured out how to deal with it when the old lunatic said, "You won't be able to live at the Dursleys' house after the bloodline magic expires. Of course, I guess you've long wanted to move out, but where are you going to live?" Where are you going? Black’s old house? You said last year that you wanted to hand it over to the Order of the Phoenix as its headquarters. Does that still count?”

Harry was taken aback. He never thought that the old lunatic had such a thick skin, but it makes sense after thinking about it. Bella is dead, isn't it?

The house never has an unexpected visitor again, adding to the security.Besides, the old lunatic must still be thinking about Slytherin's locket - he suspected that Regulus had brought it home.

This house is dispensable to Harry, but it is absolutely impossible to give it to the old madman, and he must hold on to things that are useful to the enemy.

While Harry was pondering his words, the portrait of an old headmaster on the wall let out a scream, "The Black family is gone, there's not even a house left!"

You didn't need to look to know that it was Filias Nigellus Black, the only Slytherin headmaster.

"I am sorry for the tragedy of the Black family. However, Philias, this is not what we are going to discuss today..."

But Philias didn't care about this, he continued to scream madly, "They're all dead! They're all dead!"

The other old headmasters did not teach him as before, but tried to comfort him with weeping faces. In any case, the demise of an ancient magic family is always embarrassing.

Harry's clear voice resounded amidst all the noise, "I inherit the Black family and I have the responsibility to protect it."

"What? What did you say?"

Phileas stared at him with red eyes, but Harry didn't look at him, looking directly at Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind half-moon lenses and said firmly, "I'm sorry, Deng Professor Bullido, you need to find another house."

The office was silent for a moment, and Dumbledore said after a while, "I respect your decision, Harry, but I want to know the reason for your change of attitude, can you?"

"Of course, professor! In fact, I have already made arrangements for Black's old house. It will become my office and social place. You know, I need such a place as a savior."

The last words challenged Dumbledore's nerves like a declaration of battle, turning his pale face into an ominous flush. Harry guessed he was angry, so he added the knife happily, "There are always many people who want to If you want to see me, NO.12, Morig Square is indispensable."

"It's amazing..." Filias had already resumed his casual demeanor, and he sarcastically said, "As a Potter, you actually know how to keep your pockets tight, are you sure you're James' kind? "

He was satirizing James Potter's donation of his family property to the Order of the Phoenix, and Harry wanted to retort.

But someone was more sensitive than him, and Dumbledore put on a rare face, "Philias, you should know how to measure. Also, I have to remind you that even if Harry kept the house, his last name was not Black. "

"But he has Black blood in him, and his grandma is my granddaughter."

Even Harry was surprised at this moment, although the pure-blood nobles were more or less related by blood.

But he really didn't expect that the Potter family was related to the Black family. The thought of the crazy blood of the Black family flowing in his body gave him a chill down his back. Maybe at some point, he would go crazy like Bella.

Dumbledore's expression seemed to have been punched, but he quickly adjusted and changed into an amiable look, "Congratulations, but I still hope you don't disturb us, Harry, we're done Turn it right, I hope you will live in Longbottom's house when you become an adult..."

Why not the Weasleys?

Harry almost asked, but then he figured it out himself, because the Weasley family had clearly fallen for him.

Living in his home will not play the role of surveillance at all.But... think about it deeply, if the old lunatic put forward such advice, would it mean that he had won the support of the Longbottom family? Then, would he praise Neville?

"Forgive me! I've grown up, Professor!" Harry politely declined the offer.

"I can understand the rebellious psychology of young people, but I have to warn you, it's dangerous! Everyone knows that the blood magic will expire on that day, and Voldemort has probably made a plan, just like you ambushed the Death Eaters. In When you transfer, you need someone to protect you, and your DA is obviously not strong enough."

This sounded like a threat. What the old maniac meant was that if you are willing to live in the Longbottom house, I will send the Order of the Phoenix to protect you. If not, you can ask for blessings.

Harry feigned embarrassment and raised his eyes to observe Dumbledore's expression - those blue eyes were piercing, aha!

It was as if a light bulb had been lit on Harry's forehead, and he finally understood that today was the last peaceful conversation between the old lunatic and himself, and if they failed to agree, they would break up completely.

Harry felt a little regretful in his heart. He had already planned to expand the enrollment again as soon as the next semester started. Judging from the current situation, the old lunatic would never allow this to happen.So, what else could he hesitate about?

"Thank you, I can handle it myself, I don't have to mobilize the crowd."

This is a clear rejection.Dumbledore's eyes became cold and piercing in an instant, he was still smiling, and said in a flat tone, "Yes, I can feel that you have grown up."

Harry tapped his fingertips to prop up a pyramid with both hands, leaning his back against the back of the armchair, looking at the old headmaster calmly, "Every child will grow up, this is unstoppable."

—not even the greatest White Wizard.