Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Friday at noon.

When Harry and the others were having lunch in the hall as usual and thinking about what Snape would teach in the afternoon class, they suddenly saw Professor McGonagall walking over.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon has been cancelled. Professor Snape can't make it back. You will study here by yourself."

Since the class was for Gryffindor and Slytherin, Professor McGonagall notified Slytherin at the same time.

Then Professor McGonagall turned around and prepared to leave.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but still spoke before Professor McGonagall left: "Professor! Is Professor Snape injured?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and frowned, and then said: "Professor Snape is temporarily busy during the winter vacation and cannot be distracted. Don't worry, you can have normal classes next week."

Although Harry was still a little worried, he was relieved to hear that Snape was okay.

Watching Professor McGonagall leave, Ron shook his head: "Snape never misses his classes. What is he busy with?"

Harry shook his head blankly: "I don't know..."

Hermione hesitated to speak, and finally shook her head: "You have classes in the afternoon, Harry."

Harry woke up: "Oh! So..."

Hermione nodded: "Snape must have told Dumbledore in advance."

…

Principal room.

"I don't think there's any need to miss school over this, Snape."

Dumbledore looked up at Snape, his face full of helplessness.

Lu Ke stood on the side of the table and shook his head: "If you can rely on potions for a while longer, you can help many people."

Snape stood in front of Dumbledore, looking down at the wound on his hand, just minding his own business without saying a word.

Dumbledore could only shake his head helplessly: "I have to teach Harry this afternoon. If it's too late..."

Snape said expressionlessly: "It's in time, that's it."

In his hand was a bottle of Dumbledore's blood. Snape nodded: "You should ask Slughorn for help."

Dumbledore shook his head: "He doesn't have a firm will to fight. I think it's better not to disturb him. Are there two required courses at Hogwarts that won't be taught?"

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh: "It's better to fire such a principal."

But neither Luke nor Snape laughed.

Lu Ke shook his head: "Hogwarts is very satisfied with you."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Then Lu Ke left with Snape.

Not long after Dumbledore was sitting alone in the Headmaster's Office, he saw Harry walking up the steps.

"Harry, long time no see."

Dumbledore looked at Harry and smiled.

Harry nodded: "Good afternoon, Professor."

Although he hesitated, Harry still felt like asking again: "Professor...Is Professor Snape okay?"

Dumbledore smiled: "Of course, I'm sorry for disturbing your class. I gave him something to do temporarily."

Dumbledore shook his head: "It will be very troublesome, but it's almost done."

Harry was finally relieved.

Then the course begins.

Although Harry really hoped that Dumbledore could teach him some fighting spells, preferably ones that would force Lu Ke to surrender as soon as he used them, Dumbledore obviously didn't think so.

He continued to tell Harry stories.

This time, the story finally proceeds to when the child becomes an adult.

He returned to the witch: his mother's former family.

The child's uncle and grandfather still lived in the big dark black house of the pure-blood family. When the adult child knocked on the door, what he saw were two almost crazy wizards.

Harry looked at the handsome appearance of the adult child and was surprised to find that he was a wizard.

And it was none other than Voldemort himself.

Even though a long time has passed, Voldemort, who was resurrected with Harry's blood, completely restored his youthful appearance.

His face was indeed extremely handsome, if you could ignore the lingering evil in it.

And Harry understood everything in an instant.

Dumbledore was beside him, looking at Harry. Dumbledore sighed a little disappointedly: "If you don't want to finish this story, we can end it now."

Harry shook his head: "I want to see it all."

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing more.

Then Harry saw Voldemort's "skilled" methods.

He killed all his relatives: his uncle, his grandfather, his Muggle father.

Despite Harry's premonitions, it still felt bad when it finally happened.

Of course, Voldemort used very clever methods and no one would suspect him. The Ministry of Magic personally took action and sent the two wizards to Azkaban as murderers.

When it was all over, Harry stood there in silence for a long time.

Dumbledore stood beside him quietly, waiting.

Harry let out a long sigh: "I pity him."

Dumbledore nodded: "If he is not Voldemort."

Harry shook his head: "He is Voldemort, and there is nothing that can change the fact that he is pitiful..."

"Didn't it be the successive mistakes of everyone around him that turned him into a bad person? He had a chance to be a good person."

Dumbledore glanced at Harry silently, then he nodded, turned around and took the cup from the table on the side: "This time it's tea. It's said to be something from Lu Ke's hometown. I think it's pretty good..."

Dumbledore said as he handed Harry a cup of hot tea.

Harry took a sip and said, "It tastes good."

Dumbledore smiled: "Well, now I dare to drink."

As he spoke, he took a sip.

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"So you think the people around Voldemort should bear the responsibility?"

Harry shook his head: "They are also victims, and their endings are not very good."

He was silent for a moment, and finally looked up at Dumbledore: "Why do you want me to know this?"

Dumbledore nodded casually: "Is this it? I once thought about whether Tom might have a loophole that could be exploited, but in the end my research yielded no results, so I wanted you to help me take a look."

Harry hesitated: "But... I'm not here for class?"

Dumbledore smiled proudly: "I think this is what I do better. Do one thing and solve two problems. Of course, in the end I found that there are actually very few things you need to learn."

"Most people don't make the same judgment calls you do."

Dumbledore turned and looked into Harry's eyes: "Do the right thing. Everyone in the world will say and think so, but in fact few people have the ability to judge right from wrong."

"So there will be wizards like Tom in the world who keep doing wrong things because Voldemort feels that he is always right."

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