Chapter 196 Dumbledore, you need to wake up

Ariana.

A name I've never heard of.

It's his old soothsayer lover, but it sounds like a girl's name. Moreover, he just sent himself a letter not long ago, and he is still alive and kicking. He can cast a spell on himself and calmly

Trick yourself once.

who is it?

This is important, but right now, it's not important at all.

He had to stop Dumbledore.

"Professor, calm down!" Harry held down his hand, "Maybe it's true, but we still have to verify it."

Dumbledore couldn't listen to Harry's words. It seemed that the only voice left in his ears was the voice of the lady named "Ariana". His strength became very strong and he was as stubborn as a cow. He resisted Harry's strength.

Little by little, I walked towards the ring.

The finger is getting closer and closer to the ring.

Harry didn't say anything. He walked to the window. Outside the door, the hat was jumping around excitedly. It liked this free and unrestrained feeling. After Dumbledore finished drinking the potion, he asked: "Then

It's a very poor magic."

Kaer Morhen was his first home.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Minerva has always taken good care of the school."

"For some special reasons." Dumbledore was unwilling to explain more on this matter. He continued vaguely, "She cannot go to Hogwarts and can only be taken care of by me and my brother. I am not a

Good brother."

He thought it was James and Lily, and Harry was thinking of the people in Kaer Morhen.

"We are different, Harry." Dumbledore was silent. When the wind and snow began to hit the window violently, making a fierce crackling sound, he thought better of it and continued, "Harry, you still have a lot to deserve.

Cherished people, things and things.”

"At that time, I met him, Gellert Grindelwald."

A poor jumping spider spun its web into a thick layer, like a cocoon.

Dumbledore still said nothing.

Seal of Alder!

The magic power aroused a wave of air, weak but powerful. He was not trying to fight Dumbledore, he was just trying to force him, and he did not use all his strength - the cabinet was banged and made a clanging sound.

"There is no conflict at all between the fact that you are mentally ill and that you are one of the people I admire most." Harry waved his wand, turned his robe into a chair, and sat down beside the bed. "And you are heartbroken."

, but there are still people who regard you as a treasure."

Dumbledore coughed and cleared the dirt from his mouth: "Thank you, but I think Severus' poison is better."

He is the greatest white wizard of this century.

Presumably, he also tacitly allowed himself to say these words at this time.

Harry felt this way before, but he didn't think so now. He felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

But when Harry lowered his head, he realized that he had grabbed a bag of gems.

He only had "Ariana" in his eyes, and only the ring. After falling to the ground, he staggered and crawled, trying to touch it.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry took a deep breath, stepped closer, raised his fist, and punched Dumbledore hard in the stomach.

But it had no effect on Dumbledore.

This is still useless, Dumbledore is also an excellent master of Occlumency - even if his mind is empty now, the magic power will naturally break the seal.

"Is it related to Ariana?" Harry rubbed his knees, thinking, "She seems to be the person you cherish most."

Harry turned his head and looked out the window: "The people I most want to invite may not be able to come."

"It's him." Dumbledore nodded, "He is different from Tom. He is not a dark wizard. He has ideals, ambitions, and extremely charismatic personality. Unlike Tom, who only uses bloody killings to create fear."

Although they are now two worlds apart, with the clues Xili left behind, he may still have a chance to meet them again.

Harry frowned, this old man couldn't listen to human words!

He raised his hand.

"What a pity. You are one of the people I most want to invite to Hermione and I's wedding." Harry said expressionlessly.

"You?" Dumbledore chuckled.

"And I have nothing."

Dumbledore vomited bile and his eyes regained some clarity, but as he vomited, he continued to shout the name "Ariana".

"She is the Obscurus."

With another wave, Dumbledore flew up and landed on the bed.

"Where's Hogwarts?" Harry asked him.

But that's all.

"You said it yourself." Harry waved his hand, "Just when I beat you just now, you kept shouting this name."

He doesn't care about these external titles at all. If he can, he is very willing to take these things out in exchange for Ariana's life. He also doesn't mind investing more chips, such as his own magic and ancient spirit.

The property of the pavilion, and even his own life.

Dumbledore frowned and sighed: "Ariana is my sister."

Really clumsy.

He paused: "Maybe these words don't sound good, but James, Lily left when you were very young."

The third punch.

Magic has no effect.

But he hasn't woken up yet.

He said the last words softly, with a hint of crying.

Harry repeated: "Your old fortune teller lover."

Harry shook his head: "Your old fortune teller lover."

Harry looked at him and said in a calm tone: "It seems that this method is very useful. If you get confused next time, I will use this method to treat you."

"Him?" Dumbledore shook his head, "Maybe, but you haven't seen him yet."

"You now have a family, Sirius, Lupine, Severus, and a lover. Hermione is indeed an excellent little witch."

He was referring to the magic on the ring.

The greatest white wizard?

The magic power only counteracted the seal without any counterattack, just like its owner.

In the eyes of outsiders, even in the eyes of Dumbledore and Hermione, he has always been considered a very miserable person.

Dumbledore took it and drank it obediently, while complaining: "Harry, you are so harsh."

This is not an empty talk, a title complimented by his peers, but a title he earned through his own strength. Even if he tied himself on a dog leash and handed the rope to others, magic was engraved on almost every part of his body.

The same instinct as breathing.

The magic on my wrist dissipated.

He paused again, his eyes confused, staring helplessly at the old ceiling.

Harry was surprised.

Witchers have always been loners.

"He sent me a letter on my birthday." Harry stated calmly, "He made a very accurate prediction and asked me to stop you and not let you wear that ring."

There are so many things to value about yourself.

Harry nodded noncommittally, but didn't entirely believe him.

If given the chance, Harry would most like to invite them to his wedding - it is difficult for witchers to have a formal marriage, and even if they will never have one in the future, they must at least have an eye-opening experience and see what the wedding is like.

thing.

Dumbledore couldn't control his expression and looked at Harry in surprise: "How do you know this name?"

Harry was even more surprised. He opened his mouth wide: "Grindelwald? That extremely famous dark wizard?"

Even the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

"You won't tell me about these things?" Harry asked, he was really curious.

He is equally happy now, carefree, reckless and clumsy Sirius, who has been trying his best to love himself as a "father", Uncle Remus, and of course Hermione, the little boy who mustered up the courage to stand with him.

Witch.
To be continued...