[HP] Water blue light ball

The dice thrown by Dumbledore spun several times, until it hit the foot of the table, and then reluctantly stopped.

Four o'clock.

Bellatrix was silent for a moment in disbelief, and then burst out into a maniacal laugh mixed with triumph and malice.

Dumbledore looked at her calmly and somewhat helplessly, but that tolerant gaze only made Bella feel that she wanted to tear the man's face apart.

"Master, what do you want to ask?" Bella's eyes fell on Voldemort frantically, obviously waiting for a reward. "Whatever Master wants to ask, I will ask—"

Voldemort's face was gloomy and uncertain, his handsome face was incompatible with the hideousness that was revealed for a moment, it looked weird and bloodthirsty.

Draco swallowed, and silently moved towards Grindelwald.

Voldemort raised his head, his black eyes passed over Bella, and he looked at Dumbledore gravely, and a cold voice without any emotion sounded: "Dumbledore, what can I do to defeat you?"

Bella shuddered at Voldemort's slight glance, and tremblingly repeated Voldemort's words.

Albus Dumbledore took a deep breath, with a distressed look on his face, but his tone of voice was unexpectedly brisk: "Tom, I remember you sent someone to kill me?"

"That dirty reptile is yours, don't think I don't know," Voldemort shrank his pupils when he heard Tom's name, and his cold eyes fell on Snape who was expressionless, "Your death, My - death was all planned by you."

When Voldemort said this, he gritted his teeth and wanted to tear Snape to pieces. However, maybe it was because magic could not be used in this strange room, or maybe it was because he had returned to his original appearance and even his fragmented soul. Somewhat, Voldemort didn't want to admit it - he hadn't been this clear-headed in a long time.

Dumbledore didn't deny it either, he tilted his head thoughtfully, and seemed to be really thinking about answering the doubts raised by his students: "There are many ways to kill me, put a curse on me, use I couldn't resist the temptation—remember, Gaunt's ring—that I was cursed by you, Tom, so you killed me anyway."

Voldemort frowned.

Grindelwald's fingers moved slightly, his pupils of different colors were dyed with rich black, and it seemed that he had finally restrained his urge to pick up the wand to kill again.

However, the ball of light has already spoken at this moment: "There is no answer to the question, Mr. Principal, how can I defeat you, not how can I kill you-you already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Dumbledore blinked.

The light in the room was a bit dim, and Harry couldn't see Dumbledore's expression clearly through so many people, he could only see the long auburn hair shining under the blue light being gently curled by a slender finger A few times.

"Ah, are you saying that I think the best way to defeat me?" Dumbledore shook his head and said with a sigh, "But, it seems that not everyone can do it-look, Tom asked The question is how can he defeat me."

There was a pause in his tone, as if he was carefully considering his words, before continuing for a long time: "He has already defeated me, and the one who defeated him is Harry, isn't he?"

Harry opened his mouth to retort - he couldn't do anything without Headmaster Dumbledore - but Grindelwald beside him had already given him a glare, as if to warn him to keep his mouth shut, and Harry blurted out The words swirled around in his throat, and then he swallowed them obediently back into his stomach.

The ball of light acquiesced to Dumbledore's statement.

In fact, this sphere of light treated Principal Dumbledore very tolerantly from the beginning to the end, which almost everyone felt: "Okay, the first round is over, let me see—well, you just It took three draws, well, the next round will continue!"

The ball of light laughed happily, slid in a circle to Snape's side, and deliberately lowered its voice: "Professor? It's your turn~"

Snape glanced at the ball of light with a little irritability.Perhaps he was annoyed that even the peace of death would be disturbed. He was in a bad mood all the time, so he said "5" casually, picked up the dice and threw it out.

4.

Bellatrix's voice came over almost in the next second, mixed with anger and vicious curses: "You bastard who deceived the master, the blood of the dirty mudblood has polluted you..."

The ball of light flickered slightly, and Bella's voice stopped abruptly.She covered her throat in horror, and the helplessness of suffocation swept her body instantly. She could only open her mouth halfway, unable to speak a word.

"Ask a question," the ball of light said bluntly, "I'll give you ten seconds."

Bella stretched out her hand tremblingly, and pulled out a note from the lottery box, only then did she feel her throat loosen suddenly.She coughed a few times involuntarily, and read tremblingly: "When was your first kiss?"

Bella herself couldn't help frowning.She glanced at the note with some disgust, as if she wanted to say something, but changed her mind the moment she saw the ball of light, and sat back silently.

Snape's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.Harry thought it was exactly the same expression he had when he saw Neville blow up the cauldron in Potions class.

"Never." He answered extremely quickly, then sat back heavily on the seat, his eyes covered with greasy black hair.

The ball of light was silent for a while, as if it was waiting for someone to express some opinions on it, but no one spoke, and even Sirius just lowered his head quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Oh, no one asks such questions? You guys are so boring," Guangqiu complained disappointedly, "Okay, okay, then little Harry, it's you again~"

Harry is perfectly used to the game: "I'll pick 5."

Before he finished speaking, the dice had already been thrown by him.

3 points.

Ron shrugged helplessly.This is the third time he has been drawn.He reached for a note: "Harry... what is the thing you regret the most?"

Harry froze for a moment, suddenly a little embarrassment appeared on his face.He faltered for a while, then tentatively replied: "Back then, you killed Sirius by recklessly breaking into the Department of Mysteries?"

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Sirius interjected, "Harry, I never blamed you. Even if it wasn't for you, I would have slipped out of that ghostly place sooner or later."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Hermione couldn't bear to look directly and covered her eyes, as if she was resisting the urge to teach them a lesson.

"This is really touching, but you're lying, little Harry," the light ball's drawling voice sounded, "I'm not sure next time, so I'll just play the screen directly~"

Harry tried desperately to remember.What was his biggest regret...Professor Snape?Sirius?Headmaster Dumbledore?Still, Draco?

The ball of light obviously couldn't wait any longer.He swayed the ball slightly, and a huge curtain appeared in front of everyone. Colorful light spots gathered on the curtain to form a dynamic picture. .

The pale pink petals were sprinkled down one after another, the melodious violin sounded slowly, accompanied by the noisy laughter of the crowd, it seemed like an auditorium.

Harry's pupils shrank, and he fidgeted for a moment - he knew what it was.

The next moment, two smiling figures, a man and a woman, appeared on the screen.One of them is in a suit and leather shoes, the other is in a gauze skirt, holding a bouquet and exchanging rings intimately...

Ron yelped.

He was obviously out of anger, and even his voice broke, with a hoarse and unbelievable annoyance: "Ginny—you regret marrying Ginny?!! You bastard, how dare you—"

He jumped up from his seat, and strode towards Harry recklessly, but was bounced back heavily by the transparent light curtain in an instant, and could only sit on the chair in embarrassment, glaring at Harry. See.

Harry avoided Ron's gaze, and said with determination, "Ron... Ginny and I are divorced."

Draco blinked, trying to hide the joy in his eyes.

Ron growled.He patrolled around, as if he wanted to smash something to express his inner dissatisfaction, but found that there was nothing around him that he could vent.

"Okay, why are you arguing," Grindelwald said impatiently, "isn't it just a divorce, who hasn't experienced it yet, what's the excitement."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ron blushed with anger, and although he obediently shut up because of the Dark Lord's aura, he still stared at Harry unwillingly, as if he wanted to ask him for an explanation.Harry avoided his gaze and met Hermione's eyes quickly.

Grindelwald glanced at the light ball: "I choose 3."

Hearing his number in a fit of rage, Ron was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that his three chances to ask questions had been used up, and the anger he had accumulated just now seemed to be extinguished by ice water, and his spine felt chills for a while, grateful And awkwardly said thank you to Grindelwald.

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald slightly surprised.The latter felt his gaze, straightened his back unconsciously, and restrained a smug smile on his face.

The dice fell.

six o'clock.

Grindelwald's expression seemed to be stiff for a moment, he turned his head mechanically, and looked at the number six in the guest seat.

Aberforth Dumbledore snorted loudly.