Chapter 69 I am a secret weapon?
The topic ended with Dumbledore's "begging for mercy".
After suffering the pain of losing Ariana, he had already realized the harm of the proposition of "for the greater good".
That's why he tried his best to avoid getting involved with power, even if he could become the Minister of Magic at any time, he was unwilling to touch it - he was afraid that his thoughts would degenerate again, afraid that he would trade the interests of the individual again.
Now that Damon gave him such a profound example, he felt a dense cold sweat on his back, and he could hardly control his convulsions.
He thought he had understood the disadvantages of that proposition, but now it seems that it is not profound enough.
His thoughts are still off-track - he should not be obsessed with letting Harry die in Voldemort's hands - this can be used as a backup, but it should never be promoted as the main plan.
There should be a better solution to these things.
As for his own death, Dumbledore still regards it as an important link.
However, compared to seeing Harry as the greatest hope of defeating Voldemort, now he seems to have a new alternative.
"Damon, I really didn't expect that."
Dumbledore let out a long breath, looking at the boy in front of him with a look of shock - how could a twelve-year-old child have such profound insights? Is it true that children who grew up in the Muggle world have a different level of acceptance of cultural education?
He couldn't help but stand up, walked close to Damon, and looked at him carefully.
The decision that had been hanging in his heart was finally made, but there was one last thing.
"Damon, I want to apologize to you."
Dumbledore lowered his body, kept his eyes level with Damon, and then lowered his head.
"Because of some not-so-good ideas, I actually conducted some observations and tests on you, because--"
"Professor." Damon interrupted Dumbledore, holding up the old man's squatting body with both hands, and looked at him gently, "I understand, it's okay, you don't have to mind this, as long as you promise that you will never do something similar again."
"Of course, but I still want you to allow me to finish--"
"No, professor, language is magical." Damon interrupted him stubbornly, "You don't have to explain those things clearly, as long as you don't say it--why don't we treat it as if it never happened?
This is not self-deception, I think it is a kind of wisdom--what do you think?"
Dumbledore paused.
On the one hand, out of guilt, he really wanted to tell Damon about some of the tests he had made before, and by the way, some of the things he cared about--for example, the reason why he was so cautious was because he had witnessed people who were of the same background as Damon and were also very outstanding (oh, although he was far inferior to Damon), but eventually went astray.
On the other hand, he was persuaded by Damon.
After thinking for a while, Dumbledore smiled with a little helplessness on his face:
"Okay, you have the final say."
He changed his tone and said solemnly:
"I have a request that I am embarrassed to ask, but I really need help, so I hope you can agree to it."
He put his hands on Damon's shoulders and said sincerely:
"You woke me up - in fact, over the years, I have been avoiding some responsibilities because I am afraid that I will repeat the same mistakes.
I thought it would be okay to do this, but unknowingly, I seem to have fallen into the habit of arrogance again, and unknowingly put others on the scale of interests."
"You have learned the art of brain closure with Flitwick, right?"
Seeing Damon nodded, he picked up the wand and said cautiously, "I want to test your learning results, but I will never pry into your thoughts, do you mind?"
"Come on, professor."
Dumbledore nodded, and used Legilimency to a limited extent, trying to break through the defense of Damon's brain.
After a while, he put away his wand and said to Damon, whose expression became more and more serious:
"Alright."
"You have learned very well and have completely mastered the basics. Even if I want to invade your mind, it is impossible to do so under normal circumstances unless I use some spells to torture you until you lose your mind."
Dumbledore paused.
This meant that he could tell Damon some things without worrying about the risk of being exposed to Voldemort. Of course, he would ask Snape to continue to strengthen Damon's brain occlusion afterwards.
He looked at Damon with a serious look, "Damon, I think you have realized and witnessed with your own eyes how evil Voldemort is.
He did not disappear, but hid in a dark corner, waiting for the possibility of returning at any time.
I must stop him. I don't know if you are willing to help me.
Of course, if you just want to spend your campus life quietly, I totally agree."
"Professor, what are you talking about?" Damon smiled, "I am incompatible with evil. If Voldemort wants to do something behind the scenes, I will certainly stop him.
I believe that every righteous wizard will not sit idly by and watch all this happen, of course, this also includes Harry and the others."
"Of course, I never doubted this."
Dumbledore nodded, with a look of relief on his face, "Then where should I start? This is a long story."
Dumbledore confessed as he said.
He told Damon all about the prophecy - the person who would have the power to conquer the Dark Lord would be born at the end of the seventh month, the origin of the "love spell" on Harry, Voldemort's soul fragments, his plans for Harry, and the secret that Voldemort might split his soul into multiple parts.
"Oh - this is - really surprising, so Harry is the destined savior?"
Damon knocked his fists up and down, pretending to be surprised.
This naturally could not be hidden from Dumbledore, "You don't seem surprised at all?"
"Rather than being surprised, I feel more angry."
Damon looked directly at Dumbledore, covering up the fact that he was too calm:
"So you pay attention to Harry and test him and Hermione with levels suitable for them, but in fact you are just raising them like lambs to be slaughtered, ready to let Harry die at any time?"
Dumbledore lowered his eyelids, "Snape said the same thing to you."
"I have deeply understood my mistake, so I tell you this."
Damon nodded. Voldemort has six Horcruxes. If these six Horcruxes are not destroyed, even if his body is destroyed, his soul cannot be killed.
This thing is like a lich's soul box, which is very troublesome.
Damon can no longer remember the exact location of the six Horcruxes. He has only read the original book in its entirety, which does not mean that he has memorized all the details.
At present, he only remembers that the crown, one of the Horcruxes, is in the Room of Requirement. For the others, Dumbledore has to find them himself.
However, the old bee has not yet found a way to deal with the soul fragments in Harry's body, nor has he figured out how many parts Voldemort has divided his soul into. I am afraid he will not rush to do it - in fact, this is not complicated. All he needs to do is let Harry carry the Philosopher's Stone and take a killing curse from Voldemort.
However, the other party told him this not because he knew that he had read the original book - so, what is Dumbledore's plan?
"What do you need me to do, professor?" Damon asked proactively.
"Oh, in fact, dealing with Voldemort is a headache for us 'adults'. I don't need you to do much, you can relax."
Dumbledore put his hand on Damon's shoulder and said slowly:
"I want to take you as my apprentice and teach you magic in person. If one day - if I am gone, I hope you can be a secret weapon to help Harry at the critical moment. What do you think?"
He looked at Damon with some hope in his eyes.
He was obviously the greatest white wizard in the world, and there were thousands of people who wanted to be his students but didn't dare to dream. He just looked at Damon eagerly.
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