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Chapter 337 The Wisdom of Sirius

In the single room of the tent, Dumbledore did not wait for Snape to confess, but waited for Sirius with a gloomy face.

"Albus Dumbledore!" Sirius threw a straight punch, aiming at Dumbledore's eyes.

Dumbledore didn't expect that a pure-blood wizard would not use magic, but rely on the reaction and strength of a young man to sneak attack him, an old man.

Dumbledore was unable to dodge and was hit on the face. His glasses were knocked off and his right eye socket became bruised and swollen.

"Sirius Black!" Dumbledore waved his wand and hung Sirius directly on the wall in the corner.

He squatted down tremblingly and put his glasses back on, but accidentally touched the swollen part and grimaced in pain.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Dumbledore asked angrily, "What time is it now? The mysterious man is about to arrive!"

"How can I fight him?!"

"I don't care how you fight him." Sirius couldn't move, so he could only spit at Dumbledore as hard as he could. "This is the price you should pay."

"Harry is still young, and you shamelessly let him go to the battlefield. If it weren't for the You-Know-Who, I would have hit you with a punch!"

"I'm here to inform you that Harry is going to be with Snape and me, and we can go wherever we want, and you have no right to interfere!"

"Is this what you came here for?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Yes."

"And you punched me for this?"

"It's not entirely because of this. It's also because of the last time you took Harry to face the You-Know-Who." Sirius said reasonably, with a look on his face that said if you don't agree, you're immoral.

"Get out of here!" Dumbledore was so angry that his liver and eyes hurt. He threw Sirius out of the room with his wand, then grabbed a handful of strange-tasting beans and put them in his mouth and started chewing them hard.

Dumbledore took out another anti-swelling potion from his wizard robe and began to apply it to his eye sockets with his hands.

While painting, thinking.

Soon, the purple swelling on the eye sockets subsided.

"It looks like Sirius and Snape are working together. There must be a secret between them."

Dumbledore sighed and murmured, "Severus, what are you thinking about?"

"What on earth did you do? Why are you afraid of being discovered?"

Dumbledore suddenly wanted someone to secretly investigate Snape's laboratory.

His most trusted Professor McGonagall is now, at, at...

"Protecting Hogwarts from You-Know-Who invasion. Oh, I am getting old and confused. I can't even remember this."

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead. Lately, whenever he thought of Hogwarts, he had an inexplicable headache.

"I should retire. After this battle, I will recommend Minerva to be the headmaster of Hogwarts."

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"How was it?" Sirius proudly told Snape what he had done, shocking him so much that he was stunned.

"I have a lot of experience dealing with people like him. Just use the simplest method to solve the problem!"

Harry couldn't help but give Sirius a thumbs up.

Sirius became even more proud, and said with great joy: "Snape, you have to learn from this."

"You always think so much. When will it end? If you were like me, wouldn't you have solved the problem long ago?"

Snape came back to his senses. He was still struggling over whether or not to praise Black, but now he was no longer hesitant.

He sneered, "You don't use your brain? People like you won't last more than a page in a novel."

"Are you not convinced? What's wrong with me not using my brain? Just tell me whether the problem has been solved or not!" Sirius was not justified and was very angry.

"Okay, okay, Blake. Have you thought about how to solve this problem later?"

"How to solve it later is your business. Do you still want me to do anything? What do you do for a living?"

"You--" Snape almost choked to death on Sirius' words.

"Mr. Snape, Godfather, please stop arguing." Harry rubbed his head and said, "I feel like Voldemort is coming."

Sirius immediately stopped laughing and asked, "Did you feel this way when you met the You-Know-Who before?"

"No."

"Have you got any idea, Snape?"

"No." Snape looked serious, and then said: "But we have to be on guard against the mysterious man really using this induction to find Harry."

"We don't have time to investigate why Harry is like this, but as long as we defeat the You-Know-Who, he won't be able to do anything to Harry." "Genius!" Sirius was full of admiration, "What a pity."

He became sad again, like a sentimental poet.

"If you had been as prompt as you were today earlier, you could have come to Gryffindor and we might have become friends."

Snape's mouth twitched.

If the problem cannot be solved, solve the person who raised the problem.

This simple and crude approach was only because he had no other choice.

Are all Gryffindors so straightforward?

Fortunately, the Sorting Hat did not treat him as a retard when sorting the houses.

"Snape, did you curse me in your heart just now?" Sirius looked at Snape with a dim gaze, as if he smelled something suspicious.

Without waiting for Snape to answer, he continued, "Humph, I won't bother with you now."

Faced with a powerful enemy, Sirius could tell the difference between the two. He didn't want to put Harry in danger because of the dispute with Snape.

"Let's discuss the battle plan." Sirius' eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice, "The professors at Hogwarts should be protecting the students."

"Snape, you and I are only good at attacking, so we have to protect Harry with fierce attacks from the left and right."

"As for Harry," Sirius said in a commanding tone, "Kreacher!"

"Here is the little master whom even the Black family dislikes." The scruffy house-elf holding a wand suddenly flashed in front of Sirius.

"You have to protect Harry, understand?"

"Kreacher wanted to refuse the order of the young master who had not been home for a long time. Kreacher did not like to help outsiders."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, Kreacher." Sirius looked at Kreacher coldly and continued:
"My brother Regulus was very kind to you when he was alive, Kreacher. If you don't agree, I will remove Regulus from the Black family."

The old Kreacher looked at Sirius in disbelief. In Sirius' eyes, he only saw ruthlessness and indifference.

This was more horrible than Sirius's behavior and demeanor when he had teased him when he was young.

"You are a monster, little master. Kreacher hates--"

"Obey me." Sirius interrupted, "Now, Kreacher."

"..." Kreacher's eyes were full of resentment.

He lowered his head. Even if his resentment could cover the entire sky, the elf magic that bound him could not make him do anything extreme.

"Kreacher obeys orders." Kreacher gritted his teeth and muttered something that no one else could understand.

"Harry." Sirius ignored Kreacher. He was already used to Kreacher's temperament.

He wanted to say something to Harry, but after thinking it over, he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Sirius' mind flashed back to the days when he, James and Lily fought against Voldemort together.

At that time, James always said goodbye confidently and optimistically:

"After this, let's play Quidditch together."

Sirius said the same thing.

But soon, the optimism and confidence on his face collapsed.

"I'm still not good at this." Sirius' expression was gloomy for a moment, then became lively again.

"I saw your little girlfriend at Hogwarts, Harry."

"I have a suggestion. If you defeat the mysterious man, I will officiate your wedding. How do you think?"

"Don't say it if it doesn't inspire morale, Black." Snape said unhappily, "Harry is not yet 12 years old, and neither is Miss Granger."

"You do it if you want." Sirius entered the argument as familiarly as before.

"..." Snape opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, and finally said: "Come on, Harry."

clap clap.

Sirius clapped expressionlessly.

Snape's face flushed red, and he felt that every time Sirius clapped his hands, it was like a slap on his face.

"Mr. Snape, Godfather, just you watch." Harry's tone was calm and confident, and Kreacher seemed to see the shadow of the old master in him.

"I will reassure you with practical actions."

(End of this chapter)