A gleaming oak door was silently opened, and the only movement was the sphin-shaped brass knocker and the crisp clatter of the door itself.

It was Dumbledore, and the third project was over, and he went back to his office.

His expression was a little sluggish, compared to the usual energetic and energetic him, he had a considerable contrast, the original tall and straight figure, at this time was also a little rickety.

It can be seen that he is not in a very good mood, and some of his body is a little tired.

This is inevitable, a big battle with Voldemort, for ordinary wizards, even if they survive, they have done their best, even if this person is Dumbledore, it does not mean that he can take it lightly.

What's more, no matter how energetic he is, he is already an old man who has lived for more than a century, and his energy must have been reduced a lot compared to his prime.

"Are you back?Professor Dumbledore?" a teenager's voice came from not far away.

The owner of the voice was Malfoy, who was teasing Dumbledore's phoenix pet at this time, Fawkes was in his prime, and his bright red feathers made it look energetic.

The phoenix on the perched branch jumped up and down as Malfoy used his wand to summon fiery fireballs to feed it.

"Fawkes, that's enough, be careful not to digest it. Dumbledore shook his head, getting closer.

Fawkes, on the other hand, immediately stopped his eating behavior, but still looked at Malfoy with some anticipation with his pair of spiritual eyes, and seemed to have a good opinion of the boy.

It was a very intelligent creature, and it knew that its owner trusted the young boy quite much, and had set up an extra password for him to enter and leave the headmaster's office at any time, so it was not surprising.

Otherwise, this phoenix would not mind making a cameo appearance as a guard when facing an outsider who was not trusted.

"Well, let's talk, Professor Dumbledore, I guess the plan is definitely not as smooth as we thought. Malfoy randomly found a wooden chair and sat down, waiting for Dumbledore's reply.

"It's true, there was an accident along the way. Dumbledore shook his head.

Malfoy's fists clenched abruptly, then quickly released, he restrained his somewhat frustrated and sad mood, and forced himself to calmly ask, "What accident?"

The plan that had been planned for a long time had failed, making him feel a distorted sense of loss and unreality, but it seemed logical, after all, he couldn't control everything, and the storm of butterfly wings flapping would only get bigger and bigger, making it difficult to control and predict.

"Voldemort's resurrection didn't use Harry's blood, and I don't know exactly what happened, so he was resurrected early. Dumbledore pushed his lenses, his expression full of frustration.

Malfoy's brow furrowed, and his thin lips pursed, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why?" asked Malfoy.

"I don't know. Dumbledore pushed his half-moon lenses, his tone getting deeper and lower.

"And what about the snake?" the boy continued, he needed more information.

"Voldemort was alert, and when I appeared, he immediately ordered the python to disappear into the battlefield, and even took Peter Pettigrew with him at the end. Dumbledore still shook his head.

"He seemed to feel my prying eyes all the time, just wasn't sure. Dumbledore said, "I feel his guard and caution, so I can't get too close, and I don't know why he was resurrected early, after he was resurrected early, it would be meaningless for Harry to appear again, but at this time the game has already begun, and I don't dare to rush back to stop the process easily, assuming that Harry gets the portkey on the way back, the consequences are unimaginable." ”

So I showed up, hoping to subdue him, even if that was a little slim. Dumbledore shook his head, closing his eyelids as he spoke, looking sleepy.

"There were already a lot of Death Eaters around him, and he summoned the Dark Mark, and since our plan failed, I had to show up to stop the loss, and it would be a good result if I could subdue him. Dumbledore continued.

"He's declining in strength, I feel it," Dumbledore restated a fact that should have been a cause for rejoicing.

"Of course I do. Malfoy said.

As early as a few years ago, Voldemort's father's ashes were partially replaced by him, in order to weaken his strength, and he did not think about taking them all, but this may force Voldemort to think of other ways and cause other variables.

Even if Voldemort was a remnant, it would be difficult to catch him.

Defeat and kill are two concepts, and the endless black magic and more than ten years of fugitive life must have honed his escape skills.

In order to reduce Voldemort's strength, he even put a lot of effort into Peter Pettigrew, and while he temporarily became a hero praised by everyone, secretly, the poor mouse no longer knew how many potions Snape had specially prepared for him into his stomach.

I just want to be able to limit Voldemort's strength to an acceptable range to the maximum.

Now that it seemed that this goal had been achieved, Dumbledore's judgment was of course extremely accurate.

Unfortunately, people's hearts are unpredictable, and Malfoy would not have guessed now that the hatred and a little coincidence from Peter Pettigrew actually broke everyone's expectations.

Because of him, Voldemort lost a "perfect" resurrection.

And Malfoy also lost an opportunity to add an Achilles heel to Voldemort.

"But he ran away anyway, didn't he?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

"He will do whatever it takes to restore his strength, not only from his own body, but also with external objects. Malfoy said, staring into Dumbledore's azure eyes.

"Foreign objects," Dumbledore muttered, immediately thinking of what was most important to most wizards.

"Wand?" Dumbledore asked tentatively, and then as if suddenly he thought of something, his face turned pale.

Voldemort must have discovered the anomaly of the twin wand cores, and in order to solve this trouble, he may do many unpredictable things, and with his single-handed telekinesis, he is best at torture.

"Looks like you've thought of it, Professor. Malfoy said lightly, "I have two plans now, would you like to hear about them?"

"Of course, I would like to hear about it. Dumbledore said.

......

"It's cruel. After a long time, Dumbledore let out a long sigh, and after listening to Malfoy's plan, he walked over to Fawkes's perch, and gently stroked its feathers, as if this would calm his mind.

"Maybe, but I think it's good, and it's nice to have more experience, isn't it?" Malfoy said lightly.

"It's just that I hope you can take care of me more when I'm away. Malfoy added.

"Of course, that's my responsibility. Dumbledore pressed his fingertips together and said solemnly, his blue eyes shining with an astonishing light.

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