Chapter 512: Plans based on prophecy, saving face for the centenarian (1/2)

Chapter 512 A plan based around the prophecy to save some face for the centenarian

"I understand everything you said." Professor Snape said earnestly, "I also understand how you feel."

Aaron was completely unmoved and just looked at him silently.

Everyone can talk about the situation, but it has nothing to do with what he wants.

"Let's do this." Professor Snape sighed helplessly, "You come to my office in the afternoon."

"Afternoon?" Aaron raised his eyebrows playfully, "I personally think time is still very precious, why can't it be in the morning?

After breakfast, I can make you a pot of tea and we can chat slowly. "

"But I really don't have time in the morning." Snape said guiltily, "I need to grade the fifth grade O.W.L.s exam, and the papers of students from other grades are also waiting for my review."

"I understand." Aaron looked at him deeply, picked up Abe and walked to the door, "I will go to your office and wait."

Professor Snape watched Aaron's leaving figure, simply finished his breakfast and walked towards the eighth floor of the castle.

Meanwhile, the principal's office.

A worried Albus Dumbledore and a heavy-hearted Harry Potter sat opposite each other. The wizards and witches on the surrounding walls were still unaware of what was happening, and they all welcomed the return of the headmaster.

"Okay, Harry.

You'll be happy to hear that your classmates were not irreparably damaged by last night's incident, and hopefully they'll be back today. "

"Yeah." Harry nodded expressionlessly.

"I know how you feel, Harry." Dumbledore said softly.

"No, you don't understand." Harry said desperately. The person who died last night was his only relative and the person who cared about him the most in the world. How could Dumbledore understand his feelings.

"It's all my fault. Aaron was right. If I hadn't insisted on going to the Department of Mysteries..."

"No, it's not your fault.

It's my fault, it's all my fault. "Dumbledore said seriously, "I had known that it was only a matter of time before Voldemort established contact with you. I should have taught you Occlumency myself. Snape and Gaius may be proficient in this magic, but their teaching level is definitely Not as good as me.

Or if I had a frank talk with you earlier, you would have known that Voldemort was trying to lure you to the Department of Mysteries, so that you would not have been tricked into going there last night, and Sirius would not have gone to find you. , he will not, will not be..."

"Wait a minute." The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black said tremblingly, "Can I understand that my great-great-grandson, the last of the Black family, is dead?"

"Sorry, Phineas," said Dumbledore.

"I don't believe it," Phineas yelled, then stepped toward the side of the frame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Both Harry and Dumbledore knew what he was doing, and the Order of the Phoenix also had a portrait of him, which Phineas would use to confirm whether his great-great-grandson was still alive.

"Professor." Harry said hesitantly, "The prophecy ball I found in the Department of Mysteries, it said that Voldemort and I..."

"I know, I was there when this prophecy was made.

It was a cold night sixteen years ago when Sybil approached me for a professorship.

As you know, her divination ability was somewhat unreliable, so I politely told her that she was not suitable for this position.

Then...she made this prophecy. The only person who had any hope of defeating Voldemort was born at the end of July, sixteen years ago. This child's parents had resisted Voldemort three times. "

Harry's breathing was a bit rapid. Dumbledore himself admitted that it was much more reliable than the cold prophecy ball.

"You mean I... am that boy?"

“The weird thing is, there were two people who were eligible at that time.

One is you, Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom. "

"But if that's the case, then why are my and Voldemort's names marked under the prophecy ball?"

“When Sybil first applied for a job, she chose the cheaper Hog’s Head pub, which had very little confidentiality and attracted a more mixed crowd than the Three Broomsticks.

There you can never guarantee that your conversation will not be overheard, and like you, I suffered the same.

Of course, I never dreamed that she would make any valuable predictions.

Fortunately, the eavesdropper was discovered halfway through the prophecy and was thrown out of the Hog's Head Bar.

So what Voldemort knew at that time was only the first half of the prophecy, that a boy with the ability to defeat him would be born at the end of July. His parents had resisted Voldemort three times.

Little did Voldemort know that in the second half, the Dark Lord would mark him as his rival. "At this point, Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead, "This mark allowed the people in the Prophecy Hall to make corresponding judgments. "

Harry frowned slightly, "Isn't this a little hasty?"

“I’ve thought about it before, but then I thought it might be true.

You have grown very fast in the past five years, fast enough to confront Voldemort face to face. "

"That's because he wants to torture me slowly." Harry smiled mockingly, "I'm not even a magister, how can I defeat the great magister?

I witnessed the battle between you and Voldemort with my own eyes. I can't get involved in a battle of that level. Just the aftermath could kill me.

If Voldemort had been a little more serious, I might be dead. "

"But you are still alive now, aren't you?" Dumbledore comforted, "You escaped from him several times in a row, and you made great progress each time.

I have also done some tests over the years. The Sorcerer's Stone, Dementors, and even the Triwizard Tournament have all allowed me to see your abilities and qualities.

To be honest, your progress has made me ecstatic more than once. "

"But I am indeed no match for Voldemort." Harry said pessimistically, "As he said, a wizard's strength is affected by his talent. Even if I reach the peak in my life, I probably won't be able to beat him."

"This is undeniable, but the actual situation is affected by many factors." Dumbledore said patiently, "Didn't Aaron say when he taught you that the Magister can also defeat the Grand Magister?"

"He seemed to have said that." Harry murmured, "Wait, Professor, how did you know that?"

"I am the principal, and I know many things about the school." Dumbledore said with some pride. "From your meeting in the Pig's Head Bar to Dobby's recommendation of the Room of Requirement, I paid attention to it. When you had your first class, I used Illusion Body Curse went in to observe once.

It must be said that Aaron's teaching ability is no worse than that of ordinary professors. "

"So that's it!" Harry said suddenly.

"So you should have some confidence in yourself, and it seems that Voldemort accidentally transferred some of his abilities to you when he attacked you more than ten years ago.

The scar on your head can clearly sense his presence, no matter what disguise he puts on.

That's an advantage you have, Harry, that no one else has. "

Harry looked bitter, "I don't want this kind of advantage."

"Yeah! It's both a blessing and a curse.

But no matter what, the choice is destined. One of you and Voldemort must kill the other. "

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry took a deep breath with a troubled expression, "What Voldemort fears most is you. If you can defeat him... I want to say that prophecies may not be 100% accurate, right?"

"I would if I could." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "But Harry, under what circumstances do you think I would choose to believe in the prophecy, and even prepare for it for more than ten years? "

Harry was stunned for a moment, and a terrible suspicion emerged in his mind.

This guess made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and his body trembled involuntarily.

"I'm not sure, Harry." Dumbledore shrugged, "If it's a head-on battle, I might be able to defeat Voldemort, or at worst, die with him, but if he wants to run away, I can't stop him. .

As I know him, he knows me too well, and the weaknesses of those of us are so obvious that my care and protection of you will be his main weapon against me.

And I am also getting older. Over a hundred years may not be a big deal to a powerful wizard. If I want to, I can even live for several hundred more years, but I have to admit that my mentality is no longer young.

Having experienced two Wizarding Wars, I know exactly what failure means.

I dare not bet, I can pay any price, but we must ensure that we can win, because we cannot afford the price of losing.

And the most important point is that Voldemort has gone a long way on the road to immortality. He might, might..."

"What could it be?" Harry asked anxiously.

"I'm not 100% sure yet." Dumbledore shook his head. "But I did some research during my time away from Hogwarts. I'm afraid Voldemort's preparations are much more terrifying than I thought."

Harry swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably stressed and having deep self-doubt in his heart.

Can Dumbledore really do it if he thinks he can't do it?

"Maybe there are other possibilities." Harry said weakly, "Aaron, yes, Aaron can definitely do it. He is much stronger than me. When he was in the Department of Mysteries, he blocked ten eaters by himself. The Dead Apostles even fought back and forth with Voldemort."

"Gaius?" Dumbledore's expression suddenly became complicated, "It's not that I haven't thought about this, but...how should I put it?

In the past, I had vaguely mentioned asking him to join us in fighting against Voldemort, and he politely expressed his refusal at that time. As for now... I think he wants to kill me more than Voldemort! "

Harry:? ? ?

"Professor, what do you mean?"

boom! boom! boom!

Just as Dumbledore was about to explain, there was a knock on the door.

"come in!"

Professor Snape walked into the principal's office and was stunned for a moment when he saw Harry Potter, then he looked away.

"What's the matter, Severus?"

"Gaius just came to me." Professor Snape looked uncertain. "He has noticed something is wrong and wants to find an explanation from me."

"That's normal, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "That kid is smarter than anyone else. He should have thought of it even if he was an afterthought."

"But I shouldn't be asked to explain." Snape said sullenly, "Lupin, Moody, Kingsley, Nymphadora, anyone... you can ask anyone, but I can't."

"Severus, I fully understand how you feel, but you are indeed the most suitable candidate right now."

"Principal, don't stand and talk without your back hurting.

I should be the person he trusts most at Hogwarts. If I were to tell him, would there be room for my face? "

"What do you mean?"

"Explain it to him personally!" Snape said seriously, "This is your arrangement, I am just the executor."

Dumbledore pursed his lips, and Harry found a rare look of embarrassment on his face.

"Professor Snape, I'm afraid this really won't work.

You have the best relationship with him. If you explain it, he may be able to suppress his emotions, but if it were me, it would probably have the opposite effect. "

Hearing this, Professor Snape did not hide the sarcasm on his face.

"Principal, you... still care about this?"

Dumbledore's old face suddenly lost his composure, and he lowered his eyebrows and said submissively: "This is my request to you, Severus.

I'm over a hundred years old, just think of it as saving some face for this old man like me! "

Professor Snape rolled his eyes, but Dumbledore had already said this and he couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I understand, I will tell him your arrangement."

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, "But it's better not to explain too clearly the parts that should be concealed. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Is it useful?" Professor Snape asked, and left the principal's office without looking back.

"Professor." Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"It's better you don't know this." Dumbledore said angrily.

"You shouldn't keep hiding it from me, right?

This matter has a lot to do with Aaron, and I feel like I need to figure it out. "

Dumbledore was silent for a long time, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "You know, Aaron's strength and talent are far beyond those of his peers, and there is a powerful family behind him.

If we can get them to join the fight against Voldemort, our chances of winning will be greatly improved, at least the number of people who will die will be greatly reduced. "

Harry nodded with deep understanding. Whether it was the battle after the Triwizard Tournament or the battle of the Department of Mysteries last night, this could be proven.

"But the Gaius family has an ancestral motto that prohibits future generations from joining in disputes in the wizarding world." Dumbledore sighed, "Neutrality is the stance that the Gaius family has maintained for thousands of years.

As long as he abides by this ancestral precept, even the wizard war will not affect him. The heritage and connections of the wizard family that have been passed down for thousands of years are his strong backing, and he can survive alone.

But once he violates this rule, he will be temporarily removed from the family, even if he is the heir of the family. "

"I seem to know this, but does this have anything to do with what you just said?"

"There is still some connection." Dumbledore said sheepishly, "In a sense, the Order of the Phoenix successfully dragged him into the water last night."

Harry:......