Chapter 573 Victor’s Attack

Arthur left the principal's office.

He didn't do this entirely because of the arrival of Harry and the others. As the commander of the Hogwarts raid, he had more important things to deal with and had no time to waste time here.

You must know that their offensive mission this time is not just to kill the enemies inside Hogwarts, but to rule Hogwarts. This will face many problems, such as the disposal of the remaining prisoners, and how to deal with them. Those reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic may be belatedly arriving.

The former is relatively simple. Chris has already built a new punishment room anyway, so he just needs to throw all the prisoners in.

But the latter is a bit trickier.

To ensure that Hogwarts is not taken away again, everyone, including Chris, must concentrate and enter the highest alert state.

In addition, the seal inside Hogwarts leading to the secret realm of the Freemasons needs to be opened so that the Masonic reinforcements can easily enter.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Harry and others.

The reason why Mike agreed to let them join this operation was just to ease the relationship between them.

At this moment, they watched Arthur leave the principal's office without looking back. They were stunned at first, and then they all breathed a sigh of relief.

It has to be said that Arthur now puts a lot of pressure on Harry and the three of them. It was only today that they learned that this man who usually stood in the corner silently holding a sword actually had such terrifying power.

If it weren't for protecting Dumbledore, ten leopards wouldn't dare stand in front of Arthur.

At this time, the portrait of Dumbledore behind the three people sighed softly and said:

"You misunderstood. The child was just chatting with me and had no intention of harming me."

"Um...this..."

Harry and the other three were speechless. Ron lowered his head and whispered after being stiff in place for a while:

"We are just... just worried about you..."

"What stands before you now is nothing but a magical portrait with the memory and way of thinking of Albus Dumbledore. I am dead, and the living will always be more important than the dead. Please remember this. ! So next time you encounter this situation, I hope you can give your highest priority to protecting yourself. Okay?"

Before Ron could finish his words, Dumbledore's portrait rushed to speak.

As soon as these words came out, the three Han people felt warm in their hearts, and the atmosphere in the principal's office became gentle again.

Immediately afterwards, Ron and Harry, who had not seen Dumbledore for a long time, began to tell Dumbledore about their recent strange experiences and how they ended up here today.

As for Hermione, instead of talking to Dumbledore like a child, she wanted to know more about the magical portrait.

For example, what is it like to become a magical portrait, and whether the magical portrait is a continuation of the consciousness of the original owner of the portrait, or a brand new existence that only somewhat resembles the original owner.

Facing these three people, Dumbledore also answered all questions and smiled, looking like he was enjoying himself.

You know, making magic portraits can be very lonely.

Especially the portrait in the principal's office.

Except for the portrait of the silver curly-haired witch, which can be secretly moved to St. Mungo's for display, the other portraits basically just sleep or quarrel with each other every day.

When Harry came last time, he saw Dumbledore knitting wool socks. It was not that Dumbledore really wanted to knit, but just to pass the time.

Therefore, as a magical portrait, Dumbledore actually enjoyed chatting with Harry and the others.

It's just that the good times will eventually pass. After chatting for a long time, both Ron and Hermione left the principal's office. Only Harry found an excuse to stay alone.

Finally, only Harry and Dumbledore were left in the empty office.

At this time, the expression on Harry's face gradually became serious. He stared at Dumbledore, who was still smiling warmly in the portrait, and asked in a somewhat puzzled voice:

"Principal Dumbledore, do you remember when you asked me to protect the invisibility cloak last time?"

"Of course. Is there something wrong?"

Harry was silent for a while, and finally said through gritted teeth:

"I think you may have made a mistake. Mike...he doesn't seem to be interested in the Deathly Hallows."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"You know, Mike has been a good friend of mine since I first entered Hogwarts. Therefore, he also knows that I have an invisibility cloak in my hand that you gave me. I believe that with Mike's wisdom, he should It is easy to guess that it is the last Deathly Hallows.

So if he wants, he can arrest me and torture me about the whereabouts of the invisibility cloak. Even if I have learned Occlumency, there is still a high possibility that I will leak information about the invisibility cloak in the end. After all, that was Mike, and it wasn't a difficult thing for him.

So I have always been very nervous and afraid to face Mike.

But as you can see now, I am still standing in front of you safely. Mike has never asked me about the invisibility cloak, not even once.

So I want to say, regarding Mike, are you... are you mistaken? "

Harry said what he was thinking in one breath, and then looked at Dumbledore nervously while breathing heavily.

Oh my god, the pressure he has been under during this time is almost driving him crazy.

Therefore, he is now very eager to get the answer from Dumbledore that "Mike is a good man".

On the one hand, this is to help his friends get rid of suspicion, and on the other hand, it is also to relieve the huge mental pressure on himself to a certain extent.

But Dumbledore in the portrait was deep in thought.

After all, he was just a magical portrait. Although he inherited Dumbledore's memory and way of thinking, he was not Dumbledore after all, so he didn't know how to answer Harry's question.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's life experience of more than a hundred years still gave him help. After pondering for a moment, Dumbledore's frown finally relaxed.

He looked at Harry, smiled slightly, and said:

"I know that I also have a deep understanding of Mike. He is one of the most talented little wizards I have ever seen in my life, and this powerful talent has made him unfavorable to his colleagues and also made him He became a proud man. Just like when I gave him the elder wand, he was still a little reluctant. Such a proud man may indeed not be interested in the Deathly Hallows, because He doesn’t even bother to rely on this method to defeat death.”

Hearing this, Harry nodded first, then seemed to realize something, widened his eyes and said:

"So, you gave Mike the elder wand, not he took it. You gave him the elder wand, one of the Deathly Hallows, and now you want me to protect the invisibility cloak?"

"Cough cough cough... It doesn't matter. You can think of this as another means of protection." Dumbledore coughed awkwardly. "With Mike's current strength, as long as Mike himself is not interested in the Deathly Hallows, Then he will become one of the strongest protectors of the Deathly Hallows. After all, the elder wand is quite good and he will not let anyone take it away easily."

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a dissatisfied expression, obviously not satisfied with this answer.

But in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief and accepted Dumbledore's statement.

After all, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to be an enemy of Mike. It would be too tiring and the winning rate would be too low.

When Dumbledore saw this, he continued:

"But you can't let your guard down yet. Harry, even if Mike himself is not interested in the Deathly Hallows, the people around him may not be. The temptation to defeat death is too great, and not everyone can resist it. . Sometimes, the methods these people will adopt are more vicious than you imagine! So I hope you can continue to work hard, just like Ignotus, the younger brother of the three Peverell brothers, to escape death. Hunt down, and ultimately defeat, Death!”

Hearing this, Harry's expression became solemn again. He clenched his fists, took another deep breath, and finally nodded to Dumbledore with a serious face.

"Good boy!"

Dumbledore said with satisfaction.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Harry.

"Huh? I think I heard someone talking about the God of Death."

"who!"

Harry screamed and turned his head, and saw that Victor had arrived in the office at some point and was leaning against the wall and picking his ears.

"Ah! Did I scare you? I'm really sorry."

Victor flicked the non-existent cerumen on his fingers. Although he said words of apology, his expression did not look apologetic at all. Instead, he looked at Harry with piercing eyes.

The look in his eyes was like a traveler who had been hungry for several days and suddenly discovered a feast and wanted to devour everything in front of him.

Harry naturally noticed the evil look in Victor's eyes.

Under the tremendous pressure from Victor's eyes, Harry couldn't help but retreated twice, but he still gritted his teeth and pulled out the wand from his pocket.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I've obviously apologized, why are you really angry?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, and while making wisecracks, he flicked the finger that had just touched his ear again.

But unlike the ordinary snap of his fingers last time, Victor's snap of his fingers this time made a sonic boom sound.

"boom!"

A piece of fingernail roared through the air, piercing Harry's hand holding the wand with lightning speed, and then the blood-stained fingernail was embedded in Dumbledore's portrait.

"ah!"

A scream came from Harry's mouth. In pain, Harry let go of his hand, covered the wound with his other hand and collapsed on the ground, and the wand was thrown away.

Harry reacted the next moment and struggled to pick up the wand.

But at this time, the magic wand had already been stepped on by Victor.

"Now, Mr. Potter, and Headmaster Dumbledore. Can you explain to me what you just said about Death and Ignotus?"

Victor looked at Harry condescendingly. Although there was a smile on his lips, his eyes were still sharp and intimidating.

As he spoke, he pointed the finger that had lost its fingernails at Harry. The blue light flashed on it, and the condensed energy seemed to pour out and hit Harry's body in the next moment.

Harry couldn't care less about the pain in his hands at the moment. He panted heavily, looked directly at Victor and said:

"Did you do this without Mike's consent?"

"Huh?" Victor's smile froze, "You don't have to worry about that, you just need to answer my questions."

"He doesn't know anything. If you want to ask, just ask me."

Dumbledore, who was behind Harry, carefully bent down to avoid the fingernails embedded in the portrait, and came to the corner near Victor and said.

But Victor had no intention of paying attention to Dumbledore and continued to stare at Harry.

Victor is also a Hogwarts graduate, and he has a clear understanding of Dumbledore's cunning and ruthlessness.

Besides, the other party is just a portrait now, so trying to extract real information from him is simply wishful thinking.

Under Victor's gaze, Harry suddenly broke out in sweat.

He felt like he might die here today.

But at this moment, a dark purple light shone in the slightly dark office with the curtains drawn.

Harry looked instinctively and saw that Zhou Hong, who was in a state of transformation and filled with murderous aura, appeared behind Victor at some unknown time.

"Victor, what are you doing?"

Zhou Hong's emotionless voice echoed in the office.

After hearing this, Victor withdrew the finger that was shining with blue light, turned his head and said with a stern smile:

"Zhou Hong, you came here really fast! Don't worry, I was just joking with Harry."

Zhou Hong didn't speak, he just looked at Victor expressionlessly, and the purple light lingering around his body became a little more intense.

Victor shook his head helplessly, and then walked towards the door with a smile.

And Zhou Hong had no intention of stopping him.

It wasn't until Victor left the office that Zhou Hong released the transformation window sill, and his face showed a bit of solemnity.

Harry scrambled to pick up the wand on the ground and looked at Zhou Hong warily.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong frowned again. He looked at Harry and said slowly after a while:

"Dumbledore is right, you are just like Ignotus now. The only difference is that Ignotus has only one god of death. But for you, everyone is bewitched by the legend of the Deathly Hallows. Everyone is your death! If I were you, I would take my cloak and run away. You know, I can still stop Victor, but some people..."

Zhou Hong did not continue speaking, but turned and walked towards the door.

It wasn't until he was about to leave the office that he suddenly turned his head and continued:

"Harry, don't trust others too much. You must know that people's thoughts will change. There are some things that others may not care about now, but they may not care about them in the future."

After saying that, Zhou Hong's figure disappeared from the door.