"We change professors every year."

"Well done!"

"It's the latter." Dumbledore replied lightly, "But what method he used, I don't know yet."

The man frowned: "Ron said it, but she's not worth it..."

"I just have a guess. If anyone can kill Voldemort completely, only you can do it." Dumbledore said in a sincere tone.

He picked up the milk and moistened his slightly dry throat: "What are the possibilities?"

Dumbledore breathed out: "Well, I think you are ready."

"During the period when Voldemort was raging," Dumbledore slowly recounted, "a prophecy appeared that children born at the end of July would become Voldemort's mortal enemies, and only one of them could survive.

"

"But I'm sure that I don't have any magical aura that doesn't belong to me."

Harry didn't listen to his words, but he didn't continue to leave either. He half-leaned at the door and looked at Dumbledore from a distance.

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Hermione." Harry shook his head. His reading was more sophisticated than miscellaneous, and he almost never looked at things he didn't need right now.

"And that thing is definitely hidden on the fourth floor."

Ron was startled, with a stern expression on his face, and he shrank his head.

What greeted him was a deafening cheer.

"What kind of magic spell is it still effective?"

Harry rubbed his head: "So, you delayed until I killed all the trolls before bringing the professor here because you were following Snape?"

Harry became serious: "Neville is also at the end of July, one day earlier than me."

Dumbledore was startled and his expression became more complicated.

In the Gryffindor common room.

"You can still fight back his malice towards you just like that night."

Harry shook his head: "No, let me think about it carefully and give you an answer before the end of the semester."

"Have you thought about it?" Dumbledore said at the right time.

"What do you want?" Dumbledore tilted his head back and half-squinted his eyes with a deep expression.

Suddenly, a person complained worriedly: "Potter, I know you are very powerful, but you shouldn't take such risks next time."

"Did my parents protect me?"

As he spoke, he looked at Harry carefully, trying to see something on his face.

I really want to ask a question - Harry, are you not going against your will when you say this?

The man was stunned.

Dumbledore raised his hand, took off his glasses, and put them aside: "The effect of the spell still exists, it has not failed, at least in terms of magic, you can completely trust me now."

"Albus, are you too spoiled to him?" A portrait couldn't help but said, "Let's bargain with you."

As he spoke, Dumbledore paused: "That curse contains the greatest emotional power in the world - love."

The magic systems of the two worlds have almost no similarities, and the magic that can resurrect Voldemort is hardly the same as the magic of the deer-headed spirit.

"Is it because of this scar?"

Harry dug out the box and stuffed the troll's head inside: "What does it mean?"

"Quirrell?" Ron exclaimed, "How could it be him."

Dumbledore sat blankly, holding his glasses in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

There was silence in the office.

George squeezed next to Harry and skillfully handed over a glass of butterbeer, "We heard from Ron that you killed a troll by yourself."

"That's a very precious thing."

"His submissive and timid person must have been coerced by Snape..."

Will he still have the courage?

"I'm not the kind of person who gets excited after being encouraged and given a few compliments."

The people around fell silent.

"Put it on, Harry." The Sorting Hat softened and said softly, "I can only let you know about the trial."

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