At this time, Hermione sat alone in the seat outside the operating room, waiting anxiously, and then noticed a pain in her calf.

"Miss Granger is a bad fellow, she attacked Dobby, cheated on Dobby, and killed her master!"

"Be honest!" Pai, who had worked at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, happened to pass by and knocked it on the head. Quiet him down.

Dobby was lying on the ground, struggling to get up, his big eyes full of hatred and hatred.

"Are you alright, Dobby?" Hermione's voice trembled.

"Dobby doesn't want to talk to Miss Granger! Miss Granger is full of lies! Dobby will be deceived by you. Dobby spoke in a very thin and high-pitched voice, whispering irritability, and he was still worried about his master.

"Shut up. Pai smacked him on the head again.

"What are you doing!" Hermione asked Pyri, in a low voice.

"Dobby sent Master Malfoy to Hogwarts! Hogwarts bans are of no use to house-elves!" Dobby raised his head, shook his reddened nose, and proudly proclaimed.

Voldemort was dismissive of the actions of house-elves, like all purebred wizards who treat elves like brutes...... It would never have occurred to him that elves would have to have magic that he didn't have.

And just then, Fleur went and returned, and just as she was anxiously about to push open the door of the ward, Pansy stopped her.

"Dumbledore is inside. "He's checking Malfoy's injuries.

"I'm the professional!what is he doing in there?isn't it enough to hurt him?" Fleur took a few steps back, covering her face and said bitterly, retrieving the memories and making her have no good feelings about Dumbledore.

Outside the operating room, it was incredibly quiet, because it had been shrouded in the magic of sound insulation.

"It's not dead, you're in luck, Mr. Dumbledore. Malfoy had sat up, surveying the old man, who was also wearing a striped hospital gown.

"It's not far away. The old man smiled helplessly.

"Is the elixir of life running out of enough?"

"You can't drink too much. Dumbledore raised his blackened right hand and shook it back.

There is a price to pay for the Philosopher's Stone.

It's not that it's just a decline in intelligence, but that a person's spirituality disappears, and every time you take it, you lose a little bit of spiritual light, as the price of continuing your life.

The same is true of the alchemist Nicol Lemay, who has lost the meaning of life and is living in vain.

Because there is no desire.

This was acceptable to Dumbledore, who only had half a year to live, enough for him to take care of the aftermath.

At that time, Dumbledore came to Nicolame's house, also for the potion.

It was very simple, there were no tiles, just some potholes in the mud, but strangely enough, those bookshelves made of purple wood could stand firmly on them

Even so, the shelves are empty, and they should have been emptied.

The bookcase in the middle of the fourth column from the left hides a hidden compartment.

It is dark in color, mainly purplish red, carved with some drawings of birds and a quaint fountain.

An ordinary glass, engraved with a few runi characters, lay quietly on a fluffy brown mat, containing a liquid as clear as clear water.

Underneath is a piece of yellowed parchment, densely covered with tiny handwriting.

"My dear old friend, Albus Dumbledore, if you are here, you must have come for the sake of our agreement, and for some reason you have to come to pick it up. ”

"Of course, I still recommend that you do not use this potion, the elixir of life comes at a high price. ”

"I know you probably know better than I do about the side effects of this potion. ”

"You know, death is a relief for me that I have been waiting for for a long time. ”

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, breaking free from the memory.

"It still seems to have been calculated. He said helplessly, raising his blackened arm and scanning it back and forth, as if looking at a work of art, and then asked:

"But Draco, I'm curious about ......"

"How do you know about Voldemort's weakness? ”

"Like I said, he did something stupid. ”

He chose to repent. ”

"The crafting of Horcruxes is limited, and 7 is the most magical number, and it is also the number that cannot be broken. ”

"The destruction of the Horcruxes was discovered by him. He was worried. ”

"Nagini is not the best choice to take with you or to put back in nature. ”

"If you want to make another Horcrux, you can only break through to a more evil level. ”

Or rather, repentance, bringing the soul to a certain degree of wholeness, and then splitting. ”

"I see. Dumbledore nodded approvingly.

"I heard that one night Harry suddenly ......"

"It must have been the piece that was pulled away. Dumbledore agreed.

Malfoy continued to tell him what he knew.

"I read part of Nagini's memories that Voldemort simulated another "good" personality for the sake of deep repentance. ”

It subtly affected him, but he didn't realize it. ”

"That day he agreed to my mother's request with a pleasant face, and I thought it was very strange. ”

"His mana hasn't changed, but the Killing Curse, which requires the condensation of killing intent, has been affected the most. ”

Eventually, like the dragon's story, his faith collapsed. A relaxed smile appeared on Malfoy's face.

"Of course, I'm just gambling. ”

"Looks like the bet was right. Malfoy shrugged, then gasped, apparently pulling at the affected area.

"Good work, kid. Dumbledore was about to reach out and gently pat him on the shoulder, but stopped.

"That's right. Dumbledore suddenly said, "Good luck." A mysterious smile appeared on the old man's face,

Soon, Malfoy guessed what Dumbledore's "good luck to him" meant. Because he saw several figures wandering outside the door.

"Please say I'm still unconscious, thank you. Malfoy disguised his embarrassment and coughed lightly

"I'm sorry for those infatuated girls. Dumbledore squeezed his eyebrows and smiled even more.

"You're not in a position to speak of me. Malfoy sneered, "Go to your old lover, I didn't know you used life-sharing magic in the first place." ”

"If he hadn't done that, he wouldn't have survived the decisive battle. Dumbledore said helplessly.

The perennial inferior environment has almost hollowed out Grindelwald's body.

Victory will inevitably come at a price.

This price seems acceptable.