"What do you think now, Albus?" Moody added a new wound to his face, but it was fine, "It's impossible to hold on to Hogwarts!"

"Hogwarts doesn't have an energy system like the Ministry of Magic, does it?" Scrimgeour frowned, "its defenses are subtle and complex, but they won't last long. ”

"I'm not going to stick to Hogwarts, I'm going to give it up. Dumbledore shook his head: "Mobilizing the whole school's students, even the house-elves, can indeed be guarded for ten days and half a month, but if even the lives of the students can't be protected, what school is there to open?"

"Is it ......?"

"I'll have to run away, hide somewhere else for a while, and when my injuries heal, I'll find a way to reclaim the Ministry of Magic in the same way as Voldemort," Dumbledore said apologetically, "Rufus, do you have any ideas?"

"No, I just know that the rest of the Ministry of Magic doesn't matter, but if the Aurors join the Death Eaters, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat, and those who are willing to hide hide and those who are willing to follow me to resist will follow me, follow me!"

All the Aurors present expressed their willingness to continue to follow Scrimgeour to do it, they eliminated too many Death Eaters, including some people from the big pure-blood family, they didn't want to surrender to the past and get normal treatment, the best outcome was to actively or passively abolish the Occlumenclum, and then be controlled by the Imperius curse.

"Well, I guess they'll be surrounding Hogwarts again tomorrow at dawn...... Let's go and get ready, and we'll leave before dawn. Dumbledore nodded, "Disperse, Severus and Gildero, come with me to the Headmaster's office." ”

――

"How badly injured are you?" Snape asked in a strange voice, following Dumbledore, "Looks like you're not in a good state." ”

"It's heavy...... Severus. It can't be cured!" Dumbledore shook his head, and there was a sense of ease, no matter what Snape asked. He didn't speak until he entered the principal's office.

Go behind your desk. Dumbledore slumped into his chair suddenly, as if the strongest white wizard who had just been the backbone of everyone was just his disguise. Phoenix Fawkes chirped uneasily, sensitively aware that Dumbledore was badly injured, and seemed to be asking Dumbledore if he needed his own tears.

"Now, tell me what kind of injury you have. Snape stood in front of Dumbledore and turned to look at Lockhart, "You took out the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Lockhart was speechless. Just as he was about to explain to them that the Philosopher's Stone had been given away by him, Dumbledore spoke first: "I'm hopeless, the last spell I used just now was a forbidden spell. ”

"Explosive Nova?" Lockhart raised his eyebrows, no wonder, he wondered for a while, with the explosive power of the caster of that spell, Dumbledore should have defeated Voldemort a long time ago, why save it for the end.

"That's right, the spell hit Voldemort directly. He was prepared, but I can assure him that he was injured. Dumbledore nodded weakly, "But I'm hurt harder." That spell was cast by me at the expense of my life force - if I had to heal it with the Philosopher's Stone, I am afraid that by the time I fully recovered, I would have become a squib. ”

"It's remarkable, Mr. Headmaster, I wonder how so many Aurors have been able to apparition back under the nose of the Dark Lord. Snape complimented, "It turned out that you sacrificed your health to cover them, touching...... But I don't think it's worth it. ”

"I won't be able to run back without any means to injure Voldemort, in that case, I might as well sacrifice myself. It's waste recycling, isn't it. ”

"So what?" asked Lockhart. "How soon will you be back enough to fight, and where are we going to hide?"

"You still won't accept the facts. Gildero- I'm hopeless......" Dumbledore coughed lightly and shook his head, "Of course I can hide and catch my breath, but it's pointless, I might as well do something with this life......"

Lockhart felt the last straw being sucked away, and he realized that even though he had saved Dumbledore once with the Philosopher's Stone, what had to happen was still going to happen-

"Severus, I want you to kill me later to gain Voldemort's trust. ”

Fawkes could understand their conversation, and it let out a sharp cry, as if disagreeing with Dumbledore's opinion, but Dumbledore waved it quiet.

"What?" Snape couldn't keep his dead face anymore, and a panicked expression quickly appeared on his face: "Why!"

"I'm hopeless anyway, is there a faster way to gain his trust, Severus?" Dumbledore shook his head weakly, as if discussing not his own life, but a trivial family matter: "Voldemort's trust in you has fallen to its lowest point, and at this time, you killed the person he feared the most, and helped him take Hogwarts without blood, what more credit could there be?" ”

"That's a good point, but I refuse!" Snape blurted out, "Don't you think your demands are too much, I'll kill you, and then I'll take on the infamy, and if I'm not careful, I'll really become a loyal, authentic Death Eater who can never be cleared?"

"You have to do it. Dumbledore said firmly.

"Are you ordering me?" said Snape, annoyed, "can't your brilliant brain imagine or realize that I really don't want to do this, why shouldn't someone else do it?

"I can imagine...... But this matter is not negotiable, you promised me more than ten years ago. Dumbledore said unquestioningly, undisguised from his commanding tone, "You're going to do anything for me, Severus." ”

Snape was speechless for a moment, he was restrained by this unbreakable oath, the owner of which now demanded that he kill him, and that he should be happy that he would become a free man when he did this, but ...... Snape suddenly noticed that there was another person in the room.

"Gildero, don't you say anything about it!" Snape glared at Lockhart, asking him to dissuade the old fellow.

"Gilderoy obviously thinks more than you think, sees the long term, and he doesn't say anything because he thinks I'm doing the right thing. Dumbledore smiled contentedly.

Where did Lockhart take a more long-term view? He couldn't think of any way to convince the old fellow to abandon the plan. He had no reason to stop him, he was now thinking about who would protect him after Dumbledore's death, and who he should listen to. Moody or Scrimgeur? Or should she just flee abroad? But Pandora's family was controlled by Voldemort, and she would never elope with her.

"Mr. Chancellor. Lockhart's mouth was dry: "You treat life as a pawn like this. It's so ...... It's so inappropriate. ”

"Do you have a better idea?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "If there is, you can tell me that I'm not perverted to the point of begging for death." ”

Lockhart had a good brain and good grades as a student, but coming up with ideas was never his forte—he was used to plagiarizing other people's work: "Maybe you can ask Hermione, she ......"

"You can't let the kids know about it, they can't keep it a secret. The fewer people who know, the better, so that Severus is safer. Dumbledore dismissed the mentions: "I even hid Alastor and Rufus from them!"

"Then why don't you just hide it from me!" said Lockhart angrily, though even if he hid it, he knew the whole thing.

"Because I'm going to make you do something very important......" Hearing this, Dumbledore knew that he had convinced Lockhart: "A task that must be done by someone who knows the situation." ”

"What?"

"Take my wand. ”

――

Lockhart was silent for a moment, shouldn't Dumbledore bring this wand to the grave, he was mentally prepared to go to the grave to get this wand. "You mean, the Elder's Wand?"

Dumbledore couldn't continue to pretend to be a master, and he made no secret of his surprise: "Gildero, you are very knowledgeable. Surprise me again...... You already knew it was an Elder's Wand, didn't you?"

"Well, the last time you said that you had barely defeated that Chinese wizard with the help of a foreign object, I was suspicious. Lockhart hurried to find an explanation. But Dumbledore didn't seem to want to ask much at all.

"That's easy, I think you know how amazing it is, you don't need me to explain it any more. Dumbledore seemed happy to say less: "Ollivander likes to say that wands and masters choose each other, but that is just a commercial method to deliberately mystify wands, in the final analysis, it is the wizard who chooses the right wand." A wizard, with whomever wand he uses, can exert eight to ninety percent of his strength after a period of running-in, if that person's personality and spell-casting habits are similar to the wand owner. Then he could use the other person's wand as his own. ”

After a few seconds of pause, Dumbledore struggled to raise his hand. Holding the wand's arm, he lifted it to the table: "But it's different, who made it." How to do it, although I have some ideas, I can't be sure, but it may be the only wand in the world that can truly recognize the Lord, and it will not attack its master. ”

"I know that only by defeating or killing the previous owner will it change its name. Lohar nodded.

"Deathly Hallows?" Snape had apparently heard of as well.

"Yes, but why should I take it?" Lockhart asked.

"I have an idea, let this wand recognize you as the master, and then find a way to get Voldemort to get this wand, he will never be able to defeat you with this wand......"

"It's a ridiculous idea, although Gilderoy is famous, I know what kind of character he is!" Snape unceremoniously debunked Lockhart: "His strength is about the same as mine at most, and he will probably be killed by the other Death Eaters before he sees the Dark Lord!"

"That's right, Mr. Headmaster, that's a...... Without the help of God, it is impossible to succeed. Lockhart didn't dare to do anything at this time: "I'm not a savior, the mysterious man must kill me ...... himself" (to be continued.) )