As the existence of the two Dark Lords who experienced Grindelwald and Voldemort and survived the existence of fourteen British Ministers of Magic, Dumbledore said that he was experienced in a hundred battles, which is not an exaggeration at all.

It's just a fantasy for Malfoy, who colluded with a few Dirty Cat School Trustees, to kick the greatest wizard of the twentieth century out of Hogwarts.

At all times, the school will be under Dumbledore's strict control, even if Voldemort was hiding behind the back of Quirrell's head last year!

So, although Rove asked tentatively, he was also very sure that Dumbledore was nearby, in case he and Harry were really dead.

I just didn't expect Dumbledore to really respond to his question.

A small door suddenly appeared in the wall and was pushed open, revealing a secret passageway, and Dumbledore slowly walked down the smooth stone steps, carrying a brass lamp in his hand.

Rove looked at the secret passage and suddenly remembered that the pig's head bar did have a passage that led to the Room of Requirement, and the entrance to that secret passage was just behind the portrait of Ariana.

Rove came back to his senses and was about to tease Tom a few words, but he realized that his form had disappeared and returned to the diary.

Rove smiled dumbly, tapped on the cover of the diary, and said:

"Tom, even the former teacher is hiding, so he doesn't want to see Dumbledore? What's there to be shy about?

I haven't seen it for half a century, come out to meet you, the ugly daughter-in-law still has to meet her in-laws, not to mention that you have done a lot of things recently. ”

The diary automatically opened, and a line of writing appeared on it:

Get lost!

！

"Young roar, you have such a big temper, I gave you face, right?" Rove slapped the diary, poked the cover with the goblin's dagger, and laughed:

"Believe it or not, I threw you into the septic tank and left you under it for the rest of your life?

Why don't I leave you in the bathroom and give you a paper to give you a hand paper? Although your paper is very hard, you wipe your ass, what are you so particular about......"

Tom: "......"

It was the first time he saw such a disgusting guy, and he really wanted to stab Scamander to death, and he scolded Voldemort thousands of times in his heart, not being able to take care of him, and let him suffer humiliation for no reason.

Seeing that Tom refused to come out, Rove didn't care, no matter what, as a Horcrux, he couldn't escape the fate of destruction.

When Dumbledore appeared, both Rove and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, especially Harry, who felt that he had really been saved this time.

Dumbledore walked towards Lockhart, and the black mist on his body suddenly turned into a leather whip and swung towards the old man.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and a blue shield appeared in front of him, and the whip struck it on it, making a low, gong-like sound.

The whip turned into a large black hand and slammed into Dumbledore, causing an imperceptible crack in the magic shield to collapse almost instantly.

Dumbledore's expression was calm, his arm raised, and he unleashed a spell that transformed into a white disc in mid-air, slicing the large black hand in two.

The high-speed spinning white disc continued towards Lockhart, as if trying to crack him in half.

Under silent control, Lockhart lowered his head to dodge the blow of the head, and he pulled out his toes, wrapped in black mist, and pounced on Dumbledore.

With a twist of Dumbledore's wrist, the spinning disc did not hit the wall, but swirled around in mid-air, returned again, and slashed at Lockhart from behind.

Rove loved it and wanted to learn the magic.

Just as Lockhart was about to be cut off, a large mass of black matter erupted from his body, silently swelling up like a tornado, whirling violently around the room.

Not only was Dumbledore's magic destroyed, but everything in the room was torn over, and even the marble on the floor was scraped up.

Rolf grabbed the vine grounded to stabilize his body, and he grabbed Harry so that he didn't get sucked away.

When the gods fight, the onlookers are indeed prone to suffering.

Dumbledore's robes fluttered in the wind, and his silver hair was blown messy, but his face was always calm as usual, and he waved his wand with such speed that it was dazzling.

I saw a pillar of light as thick as a mountain peak, summoned out, and it fell from the sky and smashed heavily on Lockhart.

In the pillar of light, the tornado formed by those black mist was torn apart and slowly drifted away.

"Sanctions Lock!"

Dumbledore pronounced the incantation, only to see that black silk threads crisscrossed Lockhart's entire chest, like a spider web.

A large, invisible hand seemed to be stripping Lockhart from Lockhart.

Silently like a living being, it wrapped its arms around Lockhart's neck, as if it didn't want to leave the host.

Lockhart's eyes were also bloodshot, and he said with a hideous face: "Kill you!" ”

Dumbledore closed his fingers together and pulled back vigorously, pulling out the black substance that was clinging to Lockhart's body.

Lockhart looked like he was crazy, his expression was painful, his hands and ten fingers hooked his scalp, and he looked a little penetrating, his body convulsed a few times, and finally passed out to the ground.

The mass floated silently in mid-air, like venom, trying to find a new host, and swooped for Rove.

But Dumbledore waved his wand, and a bottle appeared, its mouth tilted, silently like a column of water upstream, and was sucked in.

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Principal's Office,

Dumbledore was back here, and he placed the bottle and the old black journal lightly on the table.

The portraits had been a bit listless lately, especially Phineas, who had always felt that McGonagall, the acting headmaster, was so annoyed that she would almost burn his portrait if she said a few bad words.

Like Dumbledore, he would not tell jokes to himself occasionally, although they were all cold jokes in the urn.

But Phineas didn't say that, and he said with disgust:

"Dumbledore, why are you back, are you here to pick up your luggage? I've heard that Snape is going to be the new headmaster, and it's great, he's from Slytherin......"

"Who said that?" Dumbledore sat in his chair and asked softly.

"Lucius Malfoy." Phineas stroked his goatee.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore took a sip of tea and said, "Unfortunately, it's not up to him to have the final say. ”

"Why?"

"Because, in my conversations, the other school directors didn't seem to like Malfoy either." Dumbledore calmly said that he would be expelled from the school board. ”

"Hey, I knew that idiot had picked the wrong opponent, and I'm going to see him laugh." Nias screamed, leaving the frame.

Dumbledore picked up the journal, looked at Rove and Harry, and smiled:

"Tell me what's going on?"

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