"I'm not crazy, that's the only way to deal with him. Dumbledore's voice remained steady, as if he was telling a matter of course, "Harry is the only one who wants to eliminate him." He is the child of prophecy, and only he can put an end to the adversary. ”

"I have to warn you, Dumbledore. "If you're referring to Sybil's prophecy, then I want to tell you that it's an invalid prophecy, and you should know it! But now the situation is different, the trajectory of the prophecy has deviated from the beginning, and if you still choose to believe that prophecy, you will kill everyone!"

"Life is a gamble, Jack. Dumbledore said indifferently, "If you have a sixty percent chance of winning, you should do it." ”

"It's a pity that you don't even have a chance of winning now!" Silver narrowed his eyes, and his words were already impatient with the stubborn old guy in front of him, "Besides, he is not the only child of prophecy, why don't you choose to bet on Neville? Just because you think Harry Potter can live peacefully with Voldemort's soul fragments for so many years, you think he can harness magic that doesn't belong to him? You are playing with fire! Dumbledore." Do you think Harry Potter has two copies of Voldemort's soul shards and is qualified to wrestle with that guy?"

"If that adversary is truly a pure Voldemort divider, your messianic plan is indeed viable. Silver waved his wand, and silver light shot out from the tip of his wand, creating a portrait in the air that resembled Silver. However, this is not the case. ”

"I want to emphasize that my elusive great-grandfather was the one who personally mentored Tom Riddle, and his obsession with immortality was largely influenced by my great-grandfather. You know very well what kind of wizard my great-grandfather was, and do you think that a wizard like him would honestly wait for death to come?" said Silver in a very fast voice.

"Dumbledore, please see the facts, if that guy is really a copy of Voldemort, do you think he can get to where he is today? His subordinates are not only the useless Death Eaters under Voldemort before, but now not only those filthy dark creatures and dark wizards who have not seen the light choose to join him, but many ancient families with a long heritage have also chosen to pledge their allegiance to him. The Ministries of Magic in other countries are either silent or simply moving closer to him, and your old friend Nick Lemay and the cunning Russ **** are hiding, so to speak, wizards all over Europe are now prostrate at his feet. As long as he wants to, I'm afraid it won't be long before he becomes a real wizard emperor. ”

"You mean, you think he's your great-grandfather, Richard Silver?" Dumbledore took off his glasses, and the portraits of the old headmasters of yesteryear on the wall behind him gasped. ”

"Of course not. Silver's eyes flashed with a silver glint, "But what if it's just a part of him?"

"Richard is a cautious man, and I don't think he's going to do any weird magical experiments with himself. Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed, but there was a little more hesitation between his words.

"Then you are wrong, my great-grandfather studied the soul plane more deeply than anyone else. No one knows how many horrific experiments he did. Voldemort was originally just a test subject in his experiments on immortality, and I have no doubt that my great-grandfather ever manipulated Voldemort - such as implanting a piece of his own soul. ”

"Tom Riddle is just a nuisance, problem kid who has too limited vision and height. He may be a powerful dark wizard, but he is definitely not a qualified leader. But our current opponent is a pretty good leader, even if Harry can harness the magic that doesn't belong to him, but do you think our opponent will be stupid enough to have a one-on-one fight with your chosen son of prophecy? Not to mention that in terms of magic, I'm afraid he's the strongest wizard in the world! So don't hide here and do nothing! Use your permission! I know you have the authority to activate the real defenses of Hogwarts!"

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The passages of Hogwarts had already produced the first casualties of the battlefield: the two stone beasts that normally guarded the entrance to the teacher's office had been struck by a curse that came in from another broken window, and they had been torn apart, and the fragments were wriggling limply on the floor.

As Harry leaped over a head that was separated from his body, he moaned weakly, "Oh, leave me alone...... Just leave me to fend for myself......"

"Oh hell, they're firepower. Sirius blocked the flying bricks with an iron charm.

"Gotta think of a way, we're stuck here and we're going to lose sooner or later. Sirius couldn't hide his anxiety, "What about Jack Silver? If he doesn't come again, we'll probably have to retreat!" )