Chapter 309: Harry's Proposal

"It's dangerous, Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore said seriously.

"I'm not afraid, Dumbledore." Quirrell had a strange sense of mission on his face, and he said righteously, "If it's worth doing, why shouldn't I go?" ”

"Wouldn't it be dangerous to let someone else go?"

[He is a noble man, Albus, very pure, far better than you and me back then. 】

Grindelwald's voice rang in Dumbledore's head.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, then half-jokingly said, "I'm sorry, Professor Quirrell. As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, you can't steal the limelight. ”

"You're still young, you deserve a bigger future, am I right, Harry?"

Dumbledore winked at Harry and continued, "A teacher like you should focus on teaching her students. ”

"They're the ones who are more worth paying."

"I agree with you, Dumbledore." Quirrell sighed, met Dumbledore's inquiring gaze, and continued:

"A teacher like me can't teach Harry anything."

"You may not know it, but Harry's Illusion Charm is now even better than the best Aurors in the Ministry of Magic."

Harry felt Dumbledore's gaze shift, and he didn't deny it.

For him, Hogwarts stuff is only the Forbidden Forest, forbidden books, Snape's knowledge of potions, and the experience of other professors that appeal to him.

Ordinary wizards need to rack their brains to study and memorize textbooks, and Harry has integrated them into his magic system.

The only thing he lacks now is actual combat experience, which is almost impossible to get in school.

"I'm surprised, Harry." Dumbledore pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked Harry up and down again, and said:

"There has never been a record of a genius like you in the history of Hogwarts."

"Perhaps in the era when the four founders were alive, you would also be one of the brightest stars."

Dumbledore patted his slightly heated head, his mind racing, "Professor Quirrell, I know you're looking for Horcruxes. ”

"So, you're planning to have Harry take a magical beasts class instead of you?"

"Yes, Dumbledore. Harry is more than capable of doing it, if not more than enough. Quirrell nodded, turned to look at Harry, and asked, "Would you like to, Harry?" ”

"Fantastic Beasts class is where you can interact with a lot of cute little guys, including fluffy, shiny sniffers, and—"

"I don't want to." Harry grimaced and said in a stiff tone, "Professor Quirrell, Headmaster Dumbledore. ”

"You should know who killed my parents."

"As their son, do you still pretend to be a student who is ignorant of the world here when you know that you have the strength to take revenge?"

Quirrell froze, then a look of regret appeared on his face.

He only wanted to protect Harry, but he forgot that Harry's strength and mind were no longer at the level of a child.

Quirrell put himself in Harry's shoes, and if he were Harry, he would definitely make the same choice.

[You, a primary school student, are quite sharp. 】

Grindelwald's chuckle rang out in Dumbledore's head again.

Dumbledore couldn't help but look back and glared fiercely at the portrait of a headmaster behind him.

This confidant of himself is disguised as a portrait, watching everything that is happening in the principal's office.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to Harry, and said in a serious tone, "Harry, the battle between wizards is much more terrifying than the textbooks tell it. ”

"You have great spell skills, but in wizarding battles, you still have a blank slate."

"A wizard's battle is not a dueling arena, one-on-one, a battle in the open."

"Some powerful wizards are often attacked and cursed to death, and the mysterious man is even more rarely defeated in battle."

"When you grow up a little more, I will definitely not stop you from going to him for revenge."

Harry just shook his head, taking advantage of his age in the rebellious period, and said stubbornly, "Even if you don't let me go, I'll go secretly." ”

After saying that, he waved the wand in his hand, and the whole person directly integrated into the space of the principal's room, as if it had never appeared here.

Fawkes, who had tidied up his lair, narrowed his eyes like black pearls, and a living person disappeared from it, and he couldn't smell anything.

His future is limitless, Albus. Don't make the mistake of the past, this Mr. Potter is much more dangerous than the mysterious man. 】

Listening to Grindelwald's complicated tone, Dumbledore finally understood the meaning of Quirrell's evaluation of Harry's illusion charm.

Judging by his experience, Quirrell's evaluation is still low.

Completely eliminating one's own aura and blending perfectly into the environment, this effect almost directly matches the natural talent of the invisible beast, only one of the three holy weapons of death, which can avoid the invisible cloak of the god of death.

The magical tentacles emanating from Dumbledore's body had finally discovered Harry's location.

However, if he didn't know that Harry had used the Illusion Charm beforehand, there was a high probability that he wouldn't have found Harry.

Because Harry was standing next to Fawkes at this time, and Fawkes didn't even notice it.

The phoenix's eyes have the magical effect of breaking through illusion and delusion, and looking directly at the real world, but they can't see through Harry's disguise.

"It's no ordinary disillusionment charm, is it, Harry?" Dumbledore looked in Harry's direction and said, "Where did you see the mystical arts?" ”

"Or are you innovating yourself?"

Dumbledore's heart raced as he asked the last question.

It's like opening a mysterious treasure that no one has cultivated, and if there is a heirloom treasure in it, it is really-

"I made it myself." Harry showed up and said, startling Fawkes to his feet, and then chirping at Harry.

That's a real surprise!

Dumbledore couldn't hide his shock, and he couldn't wait to 'say' to Grindelwald:

[Gellert, how old were you when you first transformed advanced spells?] 】

[Heh, I was about 16 years old when I was expelled from Durmstrang School. 】

[I'm pretty much the same, but Harry is only 11!] 11 years old, you know? 】

"I know, Albus. However, I suggest you first look at the fire of vengeance burning in the child's eyes. He is indeed a genius, but he is likely to be hurt by his own hatred and die. 】

Dumbledore calmed down slightly, he looked at Harry's expression, thought for a moment, and then walked behind his desk.

Pulling open the drawer, Dumbledore pulled out a translucent cloak that looked like it was woven of dew and morning mist.

"This is the cloak of invisibility inherited from your father, the Potters." Dumbledore gave a wistful look, and then he didn't know what was going on and laughed out loud.

"Your father used it to play tricks on many people, and I want to give him to you."

"I hope you can do something useful with him."

Harry took two steps forward and took the cloak of invisibility.

It feels like a misty rain, cold, light and moist, but the tip of the nose does not smell anything on it.

Harry stroked the cloak for a moment, then asked, "Thank you for keeping it for me, Mr. Dumbledore." So, you promised me to go out for revenge? ”

Dumbledore sighed inwardly.

He rubbed his brow before smiling at Harry, "Of course. ”

He reached out to stop Quirrell from looking anxious, and continued, "But I have one condition, Harry. ”

"On what terms?"

"Defeat all the professors at Hogwarts with magic, including me, Harry, of course."

Quirrell was relieved.

As Headmaster Dumbledore, he can always think of the best of both worlds.

"I agree." Harry said without hesitation.

Quirrell chuckled inwardly, looking at Harry's indifferent expression, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Harry shouldn't be able to beat the professors, right?

He's not at least Headmaster Dumbledore's opponent, is he?

Quirrell looked at Dumbledore and saw that the other man's face was full of confidence.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself, feeling that he was worrying about nothing.

No matter how talented a wizard is, even if Merlin is reincarnated, it is impossible to defeat Dumbledore, who has stood at the top for decades, at the age of just entering school.

Quirrell couldn't be more sure of that.

It's like making sure that the earth revolves around the sun.

Nope

(End of chapter)