Chapter 58

Harry always felt uneasy. He originally thought it was the pressure from the exams one after another. But now that all the exams were over, the uneasy feeling did not disappear, but became stronger.

Obviously, the uneasy feeling had nothing to do with the exams, Harry thought. He always felt that he had overlooked something very important, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

Harry couldn't ignore the intuition of crisis in his heart, and this intuition soon became stronger - the scar on his forehead suddenly hurt.

""Ah!" Harry cried out in pain. He covered his forehead tightly with his hands, frowning as he endured the sudden pain.

"What's wrong, Harry?"Ron, who was sitting next to him, was the first to notice something was wrong. He asked with concern,

"I don't know, the scar on my forehead suddenly hurts." Harry took a few deep breaths and rubbed his forehead, trying to reduce the pain a little, but it didn't seem to work.

"Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey?" Hermione sat on the carpet and cast a concerned look at Harry. Harry shook his head.

"I'm not ill, Hermione. I think the headache in my forehead is a warning sign. My scar hurt the last time Snape looked at me."

All the young wizards held their breath and looked around at the same time. After they spent some time to make sure that there was no sign of Snape around, Harry continued.

"I think the scar is telling us that danger is coming - and Hector is not here at this time."

Yes, Hector is not here. The plot of the first year of school has basically come to an end. Although Dumbledore did not tell him when the Death Eaters would carry out the so-called plan, Hector must have been here recently.

In order to deal with all possible emergencies more safely, Hector thought that it was time to use the bottle of magic enhancer.

At noon on the first day after the exam, Hector said goodbye to Harry and the others.

He left the hall and went straight to the headmaster's office.

As expected, the sly gargoyle readily gave way to Hector.

His behavior, coupled with his empty, seemingly arrogant eyes, made Hector even more unhappy - but at least he did not embarrass Hector.

According to the frequency of Dumbledore's changing passwords, coupled with his ever-expanding range of candies, reading the already growing favorite list would be enough to make Hector drink a pot.

"Oh, it's you, Hector, I knew you would come."

Dumbledore sat in the rocking chair as calmly as always, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking very comfortable.

"But I didn't expect you to come to me now, I thought it would be later in the evening. You must want to know when they will start the action - today, but the guys will not start to implement the plan until midnight, so there is no need to rush."

"Snape agreed?" Hector looked at Dumbledore's leisurely look and felt that his question was a bit silly, but he still asked.

"It's Professor Snape, Hector," Dumbledore still didn't even open his eyes. He sat on the recliner and swayed, his hand unconsciously reaching for the small jar on his chest.

"But Severus did agree. It took me a long time to convince him, but it's not too late. You definitely didn't come here for this, Hector."

"Indeed, it is not," Hector nodded. He took out the bottle of magic potion from his arms and showed it to Dumbledore. Dumbledore's eyes only opened slightly, and then he closed them immediately.

"I want you to watch me use the magic potion. I am a little worried."

Dumbledore stopped his rocking chair and sat up straight, looking at Hector very seriously.

"This worry is justified, Hector. I will be happy to do everything for you. When do you plan to start?"

"How are you now? I think this is a good opportunity to practice, I don't want to miss it."

Dumbledore stood up from the recliner and looked at Hector. Hector read the worry in his eyes.

"Hector, I know I can't persuade you, but I have to say it.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time. He thought about the pros and cons of the matter, and finally said to Hector in a negotiating tone,

"You are facing a group of desperate criminals, they don't care about morality. I know Filius has been training you, but he is your teacher after all, you know he won't do anything to you - but Death Eaters are different, they are a group of lunatics. There is no mercy in the dictionary of Death Eaters, even if they are facing those Muggles who pose no threat, they will kill them, not to mention you are Dumbledore."

Dumbledore said patiently, his expression solemn, his blue eyes staring at the thin child in front of him,

"It's too dangerous. This is not your war, Hector, at least not yet."

Hector frowned. He wanted to refute Dumbledore, but before Hector could open his mouth, Dumbledore continued,

"I know that if you are determined, no one can stop you, but Hector, you are not alone, you have friends like Harry, Fred, George, Hermione, Neville, you also have family, Aurora and Aberforth, and of course me, Hector."

Hector lowered his head, and the words he wanted to refute just now were choked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

The old man in front of him looked so serious and so determined.

Hector seemed to see the figure who was trying his best to support the family while he was able.

Hogwarts is that home, and Dumbledore is the strongest pillar of this family.

He opened his shoulders and kept all possible threats outside the castle.

It has been like this for so many years, and Dumbledore should be used to such days.

Just like his grandfather in the previous life, they are running around for this family all day long, and even breathing seems to have become difficult-but they still do this day after day.

He did this, working hard without complaint, and fearless of storms.

In his previous life, Hector had seen many opinions that Dumbledore had harmed the entire wizarding world, and he agreed with this idea for a while.

But when you came to his side, Hector truly realized the greatness of this man—Dumbledore has never been inseparable from the wizarding world, and the wizarding world has always been inseparable from Dumbledore.

Under Dumbledore's protection, they can enjoy quiet and peace.

Over time, they actually took this tranquility for granted, turned around and began to blame the tallest man who stood before all the suffering.

Peace has never been a gift from God, it is the fruit of long-term struggle and protection.

"So, be sure to pay attention to safety and don't be stubborn, Hector."

Dumbledore's words were too sincere. Hector nodded.

"I will, Grandpa Albus."

Dumbledore sighed with relief. He looked much more relaxed, and a bright smile returned to his face.

"That's good, Hector. You're going to use the magic potion, aren't you? Now is a good time to do it."