Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

The next day, Dumbledore woke everyone up early and gathered at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"My God, the genius just dawned, Headmaster." Lockhart complained sleepily.

"Gidro, you are a young man, don't be so lazy," Professor McGonagall scolded, "and I have class later, so I can only finish it early."

"It's getting a little cold, Dumbledore," Moody gave himself a warming spell, "How do you do it, is it still a fire?"

"No, this ring is already a mature creation of Voldemort, and it already has absorption magic on it. Unless the magic attack is too strong," Dumbledore raised the sword in his hand to show everyone, "Otherwise, it will burn for a hundred years. It's not bad, it can only be chopped off."

"It's over after cutting it open?" Blake asked.

"How is it possible, the person who wears the ring after cutting it off should be in danger." Lupin guessed.

"I thought so too. If something happens later, you can adapt accordingly." Dumbledore nodded.

"Do you have to destroy it? I think your safety, Principal, is more important." McGonagall advised.

"Minerva, thank you for your kindness, but this ring means a lot to me, you will understand later." Dumbledore stretched out his hand and raised Gryffindor's sword.

"Everyone back away, get ready!"

Everyone hurriedly backed away a few meters and looked at Dumbledore nervously.

Although he was over a hundred years old, Dumbledore's movements were still firm and precise. He raised his sword and fell, and the shining sword accurately slashed the connection point between the black gem on the ring and the base.

"Ping!" The black gem shot out from the base of the ring as if it had been ejected by high-pressure gas. Dumbledore swiftly dropped his sword and grabbed the stone.

At this moment, ink-like black gas spurted out from the gem in Dumbledore's hand, quickly surrounding Dumbledore.

"What can we do?" Lockhart was at a loss.

"Calm down, Gilderoy." Snape spat out a few words. "He guessed it would."

"Did he say what we should do?"

"Come-me-response-change." Although Snape was also staring at Dumbledore nervously, his tone became more and more soothing.

"Then you've changed!" Black yelled at Snape in dissatisfaction, "Do something!"

The black mist condensed above Dumbledore's head, and Lockhart could feel that he couldn't do anything about the mist. He didn't even know what it was made of, soul? Malicious? magic?

The black weapon gradually condensed into the figure of a girl, who cried and screamed at Dumbledore.

"You killed me!"

Dumbledore seemed to have lost his soul at this time, trembling, and looked at the girl with lost eyes.

"No...I'm not...I don't want to...forgive me...Ariana..." Big tears flowed from Dumbledore's eyes.

"Mr. Headmaster, that's an illusion!" Lockhart yelled at him.

"Stop shouting, Gilderoy." Snape glanced at Lockhart contemptuously, "Dumbledore is not stupid, he knows it's an illusion."

"Then why didn't he do something?" Lupin asked nervously.

"To destroy it, you must fall into it."

The person formed by this black fog obviously did not intend to talk to Dumbledore, and she screamed and burrowed into Dumbledore's body.

The strongest white wizard, at the moment when the black shadow entered his body, knelt down on the ground in pain, rolling as if he had been hit by a Cruciatus, whimpering and weeping.

"What to do." Everyone gathered around Dumbledore, at a loss.

"He's fighting a part of the Dark Lord's soul and, of course, the curse hidden in the ring," Snape explained blankly.

"Then what do we do?" McGonagall asked.

"Random-machine-should-change."

"What?" Black grabbed Snape by the collar. "You're going to kill him, aren't you."

"Let go of your... dirty hands." Snape stared at Blake coldly, squeezing a few words between his teeth.

"Don't do this, you two." Mag quickly separated the two of them, while Moody watched coldly.

"Hmph." Blake clapped his hands angrily, as if his hands were dirty. Snape sullenly adjusted his collar.

"Ah—" Dumbledore no longer screamed in pain, and turned over from the ground, Lupin and McGonagall hurriedly supported him.

"How do you feel, Dumbledore." Moody said in a muffled voice.

"It's not... it's worse, ahem." Dumbledore seemed to be 50 years older all of a sudden, and his eyes no longer glowed with wisdom. He reluctantly said, "But it worked anyway."

Dumbledore's tears remained again, and he stretched out his hands to show everyone the tarnished ring on one hand, and a black gem in the palm of the other hand.

"You can't do anything but support me mentally just now. Severus is right, Sirius, you have to apologize to him." Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Black.

"I'm sorry, Severus!" Black shouted reluctantly.

"I accept your apology~www.wuxiahere.com~ Black classmate." Snape didn't even look at Black.

"What is that?" Lockhart asked knowingly.

Dumbledore did not speak, he held the stone.

Dumbledore suddenly stared blankly not far away, he struggled to walk towards that place, Lupin and McGonagall could hardly help him.

Fortunately, the thing that no one could see seemed to come quietly and stopped in front of Dumbledore. Dumbledore stared blankly at the air in front of him, and Blake was almost nervous to pull out his wand. follow him.

"Ariana..." Dumbledore stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to touch the man's face. Obviously, everyone looked at his hand like a fool and drooped down without touching anything.

"You...have been..." Dumbledore murmured.

"You...forgive me...forgive me...please..." Dumbledore seemed to want to kneel, but after Moody grabbed him, his attempt failed.

Obviously, the person who was invisible to everyone forgave Dumbledore, and Dumbledore was just crying like a child with his hands on his face.

"Thank you, Ariana... I have always loved you so much..."

"Who is that, Headmaster Dumbledore's first love?" Black asked Lockhart quietly.

"I guess that's one of his relatives."

"That makes sense." Blake nodded.

Dumbledore couldn't stop crying: "My dear...I'll see you soon...with you forever..."

"Don't be silly, old man!" Moody cursed, dragging him, "Go, go back to the castle!"

Dumbledore had to turn back and speak to the non-existent person: "Ariana...waiting for me..."

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