magic sacrifice

"The next scene is too bloody and has nothing to do with people—" Grindelwald lazily reminded him, and his azure eyes pointed directly at Mr. Malfoy. The hidden sharpness and coldness made the latter shiver, quite consciously Hastily left.

Now Harry is not just an 11-year-old newly enrolled boy who doesn't understand anything. He even faced three-eighths of Voldemort single-handedly before!

So he remained steadfast, his green eyes fixed on Dumbledore without blinking.

Today's Dumbledore seemed extraordinarily...indifferent?

He even avoided Harry's sight several times seemingly unintentionally. His long auburn hair was neatly draped behind him. He was wearing a dark purple wizard robe that was very similar to that worn by Grindelwald. His white neck was covered by the neckline. It was tightly concealed, and the azure blue eyes, like the dome of the sky, mostly stayed on the slimy snake.

Is there anything nice about it?

Harry looked away with some resentment and great disappointment.

"There is something that needs your participation now," Grindelwald said, his tone was dozens of times more appropriate to describe it as an order than a request, "Mr. Harry Potter."

Did he think he would answer like a house-elf that he would be of service to you?

Harry stood motionless, obstinately silent in protest.

"You can resist as bravely as Dobby." Dumbledore said humorously.Undoubtedly, he once again guessed what Harry was talking about.

The face of the savior was a little red in embarrassment, but the fact that Dumbledore didn't really avoid him caused uncontrollable excitement and longing in his heart again, as well as a strange, restless and irritable feeling that didn't seem to belong to him Feeling.

"—Professor Dumbledore?" he asked tentatively, trying to compose himself.

"I'm here." Dumbledore answered him reassuringly, loosened his slightly cold hand, and said in a gentle tone, "Harry, I need your help with something."

"what?"

"Raise your wand and slay the snake. Of course, we have one small step to take before that."

Of course he would be happy to kill the vicious snake, but what else did he need to do?

Dumbledore, who had never looked directly at him, finally turned his face to him, and his penetrating azure blue gaze pierced into his heart as always. Harry was almost horrified to find that the restlessness in his heart had escalated into rage, and for a moment —for a moment, he even wanted to raise his wand to attack Dumbledore!

As if something was lurking inside him, Harry thought vaguely, his reason collided with this inexplicable feeling, and he held on to the last territory.

During the struggle, someone grabbed his wrist roughly, dragged him to a certain place, and ordered him in a serious tone.

"Fractured."

Harry shied away for a moment, instinctively feeling that this person was not a good person, but his mind was in a mess, and the pain hit him, he couldn't even see the scene in front of him clearly, and he vaguely heard someone repeating it.

He finally opened his mouth and read along.

"—torn apart."

The phantom disappeared in an instant.