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Chapter 289 Dumbledore’s good days are coming

Invoking God's Guardian is an ancient and extremely difficult magic.

Dumbledore didn't expect Harry to learn it, he just wanted Harry to stay out of the dark wizard's mind.

Because if you want to successfully summon a patron saint with the God-calling Guard, you need to use a happy emotion.

This is contrary to the cold cruelty required by black magic. In other words, a wizard who can successfully perform the God-calling Guard will basically not be a dark wizard.

Moreover, releasing the God-calling Guard can baptize one's body and mind.

Even if Harry had no choice but to cast the Unforgivable Curse in the future, the God-calling Guardian could calm his heart again.

However, when Harry successfully summoned a ball of silver light with his first spell, Dumbledore still couldn't hide his surprise.

"You are very talented, Harry. Although you did not succeed in summoning a real Patronus, it was enough to drive away the Dementors. I think you know what a Dementor is, right?"

"Yes, sir." Harry flicked the silver light with his wand.

This group of silver elves was like water mist, sometimes stretching and sometimes shrinking as he moved it, as if it was playing with its guardian.

Dumbledore sighed slightly. Looking at the dreamy silver light, he felt as if he had gone back in time.

"You are better than any student I have ever met, Harry. Including your father."

"Including that mysterious man? Mr. Dumbledore." Harry dispersed the silver light.

He did not deny some of Dumbledore's words, but there was one point where even the well-informed Dumbledore made a wrong judgment.

The ball of silver light just now was not the unfinished form of the curse.

The complete form of every Patronus Charm is an animal, and the one Harry unleashed was no exception.

However, his patron saint is rather special.

His is Haiying.

This is a very beautiful species, each only 3 mm long, they are luminous marine plankton.

They live in bays and often gather together.

The light they emit at night is like the veil of the moon that has faded, rising and falling with the tide, floating all night long.

Dumbledore didn't know this. He was brought into memory by Harry's words. There was a child named Tom Riddle there. At that time, he was not the infamous Dark Lord.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly wake up from sleep, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Yes, Harry, including the mysterious man."

Harry looked at him quietly. Dumbledore noticed his gaze, laughed, and said:

"I know you're curious about his story, but I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't tell you right now."

Harry shrugged indifferently and continued: "Then please teach me new spells, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Oh, a new curse." Dumbledore blinked. He nodded seriously, but said: "I don't have any new curses, Harry."

"You have to know that the power of a wizard does not lie in how rare the spells he masters, but -"

"Understood, Mr. Headmaster. Thank you very much for the Patronus Charm." Harry interrupted Dumbledore politely.

"I'm going to review my homework. I wish you a nice and restful afternoon, Mr. Principal."

Harry walked out quickly before Dumbledore could react, and did not forget to close the door.

Dumbledore froze in place with his mouth open, and the portraits of past principals behind him suddenly let out loud mocking sounds.

"I also want to keep him eating some snacks together." Dumbledore touched his nose, and then started to use magic to make a glass of honey water as if nothing had happened.

However, Harry's 'blessing' took effect before he drank the fresh honey water.

Like a dark cloud, an owl roared open the window of the principal's office.

They flapped their wings and competed for a few places to stay. Even Fox's beloved nest was destroyed by the owls.

"Oh my God, my God, Dumbledore, get them away!" The portraits of the principal looked at the claws flying in front of them in horror.

If the canvas was scratched by an owl, they would be squeezed in with the other paintings. This is not the norm after the death of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore had nothing to do with himself. His honey water had undoubtedly been kicked over by an owl, and he was busy cleaning up the wet documents.

Dumbledore knew that if these documents were not taken away, there was a good chance that they would be smelled like strange-smelling chocolate beans by bird poop.

"Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall suddenly opened the door, then exclaimed, squatting down with her lady hat in hand.

A group of owls flew out in a majestic manner, and then landed quietly on the fence of the corridor.

"Thank you so much, Minerva." Dumbledore took out his wand and used 'restore' and 'clean' on his office.

Although the owl smell outside was still there, at least Fox wouldn't get angry with him when he came back.

Dumbledore smiled. Fawkes was still like a child. He could never do anything about it.

"You still have time to laugh, Dumbledore?!" Professor McGonagall stepped forward and slapped a big-character poster in front of Dumbledore.

If Dumbledore hadn't dodged in time, the newspaper would have been stuck in his face.

Just as he was about to make a joke, his eyes saw a few very eye-catching big words on the newspaper——

Voldemort announced his return.

Under the big characters, a well-dressed Voldemort is saying something with his arms outstretched, and behind him stands a good-looking man who looks like a butler.

"No, this can't be true." Dumbledore whispered subconsciously.

But before Professor McGonagall could refute, a group of hurried footsteps rushed in.

"Dumbledore!" shouted a fat man in a suit, "You have to stop him quickly!"

"Fudge..." Dumbledore put his hand on his forehead, feeling that things were getting more difficult.

If he had to face Fudge and his Ministry of Magic, he might as well face ten Voldemorts.

At least Voldemort wouldn't disgust him with nonsense.

……

At the same time, the restricted book section of the Hogwarts library.

Russell looked at Quirrell with a distorted expression and said with a smile: "What's wrong, Voldemort, do you want to ask me to help you lift the curse now?"

"Look at how you look now. Is this your attitude of begging for help?"

Quirrell groaned and gasped, and the brightness of his forehead became a little higher. Even the evil whispers in the forbidden book area were captured by this light, and the messy and distorted voices became calmer.

"Russell, if you don't want to regret it, break the curse for me as soon as possible. Don't think I can't break it!"

"Then I'll just wait for the good news, Voldemort." Russell opened the next forbidden book, lowered his head and said, "I hope you will be lifted before you become a good person, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to let go."

"You will regret it!" Quirrell gritted his teeth.

Russell's mouth twitched, almost thinking that he had come to the wrong world.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you some good news." Russell conjured a newspaper from his hand, which was the same journal as Dumbledore's.

"Your brother is going back to his old career. Would you like to send a flower basket to express his blessing?"

Quirrell reached out to take the newspaper, glanced at it twice, and then jumped on his feet and cursed: "Asshole, how dare he! He's a Horcrux, bastard! Shit!"

Russell shook his head, listening to Quirrell's powerful accompaniment, and read the book with peace of mind.

The banned books here are very interesting, and the library is very quiet. The beatings and killings outside have nothing to do with the library. He loves it here.

　Gone.

　　A little tired today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)