"Remember your tasks. Dumbledore's voice became extremely cold at this time, and the tip of his wand continued to overflow with silvery-white gas, as if it was a threat to the Dementors not far in front of him.

Harry felt as if he had been pushed off a cliff by someone, falling endlessly, falling, but not falling to the bottom, and the most painful memories in his mind were seduced.

"Don't touch Harry. Don't move Harry, please don't move Harry!" Go aside, you stupid woman. . . Go aside, now."" Don't move Harry, please don't, take me there, kill me-"

At this time, Harry's inner emotions that symbolized happiness were constantly sucked away by evil creatures, and terrifying memories kept tumbling and boiling in his mind.

Harry's body trembled, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

The Dementor was hungry for what little food he had, and his tastes had been cultivated enough that if he hadn't been starving for almost a week, he wouldn't have had the slightest interest in the poor quality food in front of him.

Dumbledore's forehead was also beading with sweat, sweat running down his sideburns, his long white beard, dripping to the ground, and the palm holding the wand was trembling uncontrollably.

The Dementors still didn't feel like they were getting enough of it, and their hunger seemed to consume it completely.

It unbuttoned its hood and drew closer to Harry's head, a shapeless hole that was now sucking in air with the sound of a pre-death throat whine.

Dumbledore didn't move, his trembling hands becoming rock-solid at this point.

As the Dementor approached, Harry's face turned pale, and the intensity of the struggle began to become less intense, just as its "mouth" was about to touch Harry.

"Hoo God Guard!" Dumbledore's wand tip suddenly emitted a very bright silver light, illuminating the room, and a silver-white phoenix let out a soft groan, then flailed its wings and slammed into the Dementor.

In an instant, the moment the silver-white wings came into contact with the Dementor, the evil creature was wiped out, losing its cloak and hood, and slowly drifting back to the floor

After casting this spell, Dumbledore slowly took a few steps backwards weakly, and sat back in his seat in despair, closing his eyes reluctantly.

A deep feeling of powerlessness seemed to escape through his body.

Dumbledore sighed weakly again, the usual pair of sharp blue eyeballs were no longer aggressive at this time, and he had lost his previous wisdom and calm, as if he was no longer a respected senior in the wizarding world, but just an ordinary old man.

"Ahem. He coughed violently, and his slender arms reached for the table in front of him, groping for it.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling above him. "Am I asleep?" he guessed, thinking that he might be having a nightmare, as if he had fought the dragon in the arena again.

No, it's much more exhausting than that, now he is mentally tired, and he feels that his current mood is inexplicably low to the extreme.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's wrong with me?" asked Harry, feeling that it was rude for him to fall asleep during the conversation.

"Oh, maybe you've been stressed out too much during this time, so you fell asleep while we were chatting just now. Dumbledore had changed back to his usual smiling expression and looked at Harry sitting across from him.

"Oh, we've been talking for a while, how about a chocolate?" Dumbledore said, and tossed his pocket in Harry's direction.

"Thank you. Harry said, reaching out to take the snack as he looked at the chocolate in his hand. It looks the same as the snack in the passphrase.

"Hmm......" Dumbledore's hands rested on the table in front of him, the fingertips of his hands pressed tightly together at this time, and his little thumb regularly tapped the wooden table, making a "thump" sound.

"Harry, that's all for today. Dumbledore said, "You're probably too tired to talk for a long time, so we'll talk about it another day." Dumbledore muttered, "Also, have some fun during the Christmas holidays." ”

Harry only felt something was wrong, but left anyway.

With a dull thud, the oak door was shut, and Harry left the room.

At the same time, there was a sound of "pop pop" in a corner of the principal's office, and behind a portrait, a figure slowly walked out, constantly clapping his palms until he was completely out of the shadows and came to a place where there was light.

"I said how did you suddenly get the attention of my dementors, let me guess, are you trying to suck the soul piece out of this savior's head, what a crazy idea. By this time he had come to the fore and met Dumbledore's unceremonious gaze.

The owner of the figure was none other than Draco Malfoy.

"It just doesn't seem to be of much use. Malfoy said with a little regret at this time, walked over to the chair where Harry had just been sitting, picked up the fragments of the black cloak that had been scattered on the ground after the Dementor had lost his life, and looked at it silently.

Dumbledore didn't speak, just silence.

"Well, you've tried the last way, Professor Dumbledore, haven't you made up your mind yet? you weren't so indecisive when that man was sent to Newmengard, were you?"

"You want to keep him out of it, but it doesn't seem like even a Dementor kiss would be enough to strip the piece out of that person's soul. ”

"The best option at the moment, that's all, as long as it's in the third race... Let Voldemort take his blood, and once Voldemort uses his blood to reforge his own flesh and blood...... Or rather, because of this, he has a chance to live. Malfoy continued to try to convince the old man in front of him.

"You don't have any more choices, you wavered before, but in the end you chose to trust me, are you hesitating again?" Malfoy said in a deep voice, and walked out the door, looking a little disappointed in the old man.

"I don't have the right to decide all this. Dumbledore closed his eyes in pain.

"Yes, no one is willing to sacrifice, but when necessary, people will always do stupid things for the sake of what they want to protect, don't they? ”

Dumbledore lowered his hands in a dejected manner, Malfoy was right, he knew that the boy was brave and trustworthy, and as long as he spread everything out, Harry would not spare his life.

"Are you too?" Dumbledore asked suddenly, opening his eyes.

One of Malfoy's feet had stepped out of the bronze door. Wen Yan's body suddenly paused.

"Yes, me too. Malfoy said lightly, and stepped out of the room.