"As I said, their imagination is not ordinarily rich." Snape's figure emerged from the side of the headmaster's office, his gloomy face unsightly.

Snape, who watched the whole process with the illusion charm, of course clearly heard the whole process of Harry accusing him of blackness, Snape felt that there must be too few points deducted, not enough deterrence, and he should make persistent efforts next time...

"It's not just imagination, it's more likely to be reality." Dumbledore reminded, and then glanced at Snape a little helplessly, if it weren't for Snape's frequent targeting of Harry on weekdays, Harry would not have been listed as the first suspect.

But Dumbledore was well aware of Snape's special feelings for Harry, and he couldn't convince Snape to make a change.

"So what?" Snape stared at Dumbledore with his empty gaze and said lightly. "It's clear now that Chino is in contact with Voldemort, what are you going to do with him?"

Dumbledore didn't reply, but fell silent again.

"Do you think those crappy traps under the trapdoor will stop Chino, or the Dark Lord?" Snape was puzzled, and then suddenly realized something.

"Or are those trials for Potter?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore sarcastically.

"Let a few first-year wizards go through the levels to defeat the Dark Lord? Yes.. What a great adventure...."

Snape's tone grew more and more angry, and he wondered if Dumbledore had read too many biographical novels lately, or if he had Alzheimer's disease, otherwise how could he have such an absurd idea.

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape's words,

"You should know that I can't protect Harry all the time, some proper growth is necessary. At least now I have the ability to keep the danger under control. ”

Dumbledore paused at this point, and his face was a little more vicissitudes.

"I'm old, and I can feel my strength waning, unlike Tom, who is weak now, but as long as he doesn't die, one day he will regain his strength and even become stronger...

If we don't find a way for him to defend against death, then we can't do anything..."

"Within control? That's the Dark Lord! Snape asked, word for word. Although he knew that what Dumbledore said was the truth, he couldn't accept it in his heart.

It is true that Harry has a protective magic set up by Lily in his body, so that Voldemort cannot touch or even directly harm Harry.

However, this magic is not invincible, and Voldemort could have bypassed the restrictions in other ways, indirectly causing the rest to die.

If nothing else, a single fire spell can burn Harry to ashes...

"Nothing is absolutely safe.... Severus, you should know exactly what the prophecy is, and we must prepare for the worst! Dumbledore insisted.

"You don't think you'll live to that day, so you're pinning your hopes on the fable of that mad woman in Trelawney? With the help of the Philosopher's Stone... You can live forever. ”

Snape looked at Dumbledore in disappointment, unable to understand why the greatest white wizard of the century would pin his hopes on an eleven-year-old child, knowing that the Philosopher's Stone was now here, and immortality was within reach, Dumbledore had plenty of time to deal with this matter.

"Sometimes it's not necessarily a good thing to be alive all the time." Dumbledore looked away from the Mirror of Eris and instead looked at Snape.

"And I said it was in the worst-case scenario, maybe it would go well." Dumbledore spoke in a relaxed tone, but his furrowed brow never let go.

After all, the scene that happened eleven years ago was the best proof of the prophecy, and he couldn't believe it, which was why he was in a hurry to train Harry.

"I just hope you remember the agreement between us." Snape said this, his face gloomy, and he turned and walked out of the headmaster's room.

Even if Dumbledore was reluctant to act, he had to do what he could.

For example, to warn Chino...

......

Ivan came out of the headmaster's room, unaware of another conversation going on inside.

Ivan, who was not ready to waste his school registration points, took advantage of the remaining time to find a reason to support Harry and the others to come to the potion storage room of the Requirement Room alone to boil the bloodline fusion potion.

Although the most important potion was still missing, it would take a long time to brew the potion itself, so Ivan could only prepare first.

Dried nettle, black veratro petals, buckthorn, black bat....

Ivan took out the potion materials prepared in advance one by one from the cabinet in the storage room, and then put the potion materials into the crucible one by one according to the steps, and then boiled them according to the method given by the system.

Grind.. Ratio.. Stir...

In the case of a hundredfold increase in the speed of the brain, Ivan's movement process is extremely standard, it is not like the first boiling, and there is no omission from beginning to end.

Ivan also understood why he only needed level 4 potions to make high-level potions that originally required level 6 potions to make in the state of the Xueba experience card, and the improvement of this state was really powerful.

A large number of precious herbs were added to the cauldron by Ivan, and the boiled things were chaotic, some gray, with a faint strong pungent smell.

However, this is also expected by Ivan, and then he only needs to wait for a while, until the potion in the crucible slowly turns as clear as clear water, which proves that most of the success has been achieved.

The last thing you need to do is add the dragon's blood to it, and you're done...

[Time remaining: 00:11:09...]

"It took about thirty minutes." Ivan glanced at the remaining time on the experience card in the system bar.

The potions were brewed much faster than he had expected, and he was prepared to spend a hundred GPAs.

In the remaining eleven minutes, Ivan practiced the Transfiguration Charm, the Levitation Charm, and other non-limiting magic, and raised the Transfiguration Charm to a level close to the fourth level before the time ended, and Ivan left the Room of Request with satisfaction.

Walking in the corridors of Hogwarts, Ivan was hesitating whether to go to the library or go back to his dormitory, when he unexpectedly saw two familiar figures, but their tongues were several times larger than usual, and they couldn't close their mouths at all.

"George? Fred? Looking at the funny appearance of the two, Ivan wanted to laugh inexplicably, but then suddenly remembered that he gave them two fat-tongued toffees at Christmas.

So it can't be your own pot, right?

Otherwise, run away first?