Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 69: I am a secret weapon?

The topic ended with Dumbledore's plea for mercy.

After enduring the pain of losing Ariana, he had already realized the harm of the claim of "for the greater good".

This is why he tried his best to avoid anything to do 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, and that he would once again exchange personal interests.

Now that Damon had given him such a poignant example, he felt cold sweat running down his back and could barely control his convulsions.

He thought he had understood the drawbacks of that idea, but now it seems that it was not profound enough.

His thinking was still off track - he shouldn't be so obsessed with letting Harry die at Voldemort's hands - this could be used as a backup plan, but it should never be promoted as the main plan.

There should be a better solution to these problems.

As for his own death, Dumbledore still considered it an important part.

However, instead of seeing Harry as the greatest hope for defeating Voldemort, he now seems to have a new alternative.
"Damon, I never expected that."

Dumbledore let out a long breath and looked at the boy in front of him with a look of shock. How could a twelve-year-old have such profound insights? Could it be that children raised in the Muggle world really have a different level of cultural education?

He couldn't help but stand up, walked closer to Damon, and looked at him carefully.

He finally made the decision that had been hanging in his mind, but there was one last thing.
"Damon, I want to apologize to you."

Dumbledore lowered himself until he was eye-level with Damon, 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, lifted 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 it. Just promise that you will never do something like this 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 out loud - why don't we just pretend it never happened?
This is not self-deception, I think it is wisdom - what do you think?"

Dumbledore paused.

On the one hand, out of guilt, he really wanted to tell him about some of the temptations he had made on Damon before, and also talk about some past events that bothered him - for example, the reason he was so cautious was because he had witnessed with his own eyes people who had the same background as Damon and were equally outstanding (oh, although he was far inferior to Damon), but eventually went astray.

On the other hand, he was persuaded by Damon.

After thinking about it, Dumbledore smiled, with a hint of helplessness on his face:

"Okay, you have the final say."

He changed the subject and said solemnly:
"I have a request that I'm embarrassed to ask, but I really need help, so I hope you can agree to it."

He placed his hands on Damon's shoulders and said sincerely:
"You've enlightened me - I've actually been avoiding some of my responsibilities for years because I was afraid I'd make the same mistakes again.

I thought that was all I had to do, but before I knew it, I had fallen back into my arrogant habits, unknowingly weighing others on the scales of my own interests."

"You've been studying Occlumency with Flitwick, haven't you?"

Seeing Damon nod, he picked up his wand and said carefully, "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 defenses of Damon's brain.

After a while, he put away his wand and said to Damon, whose expression became increasingly serious:

"All right."

"You have learned very well and have completely mastered the basics. Even if I want to invade your mind, it would be impossible to do so under normal circumstances unless I use some spells to torture you until you lose your mind." Dumbledore paused.

This also means that he can tell Damon some things without worrying about the risk of being exposed to Voldemort - of course, he will ask Snape to continue to strengthen Damon's brain blocking technique 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 have to stop him - I wonder if you would 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 my back, of course I will stop him.

I believe that every righteous wizard will not sit idly by and watch all this happen, and of course, this includes Harry and his group."

"Of course, I never doubted it."

Dumbledore nodded, his face filled with satisfaction. "So - where should I begin? This is a long story."

Dumbledore confessed as he said.

He told Damon the prophecy that the person with the power to conquer the Dark Lord would be born at the end of the seventh month, as well as 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—that's—that's surprising. So Harry is the destined savior?"

Damon pumped his fists up and down, feigning surprise.

This naturally did not escape Dumbledore's attention. "You don't seem surprised at all?"

"I'm more angry than surprised."

Damon looked directly at Dumbledore, trying to hide the fact that he was too calm:
"So you're keeping an eye on Harry, testing him and Hermione with levels tailored to them, but you're really just raising Harry like a lamb to the slaughter, ready to let him die at any moment?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids. "Snape said the same thing to you."

"I have fully understood my mistakes, so I am telling you this."

Damon nodded. Voldemort had six Horcruxes. If these six Horcruxes were not destroyed, even if his body was destroyed, his soul could not be killed.

This thing is like a lich's soul box, very troublesome.

Damon could no longer remember the exact locations of the six Horcruxes. He had only read the original book in its entirety, which did not mean he had memorized all the details.

At present, he only remembered that the crown, one of the Horcruxes, was in the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore had to find the others 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 the soul into. I'm afraid he won't rush to take action - in fact, this is not complicated. All he needs to do is let Harry carry the Philosopher's Stone and take Voldemort's killing curse.

However, the other party told him this not because he knew that he had read the original work - so, what was Dumbledore's plan?

"What do you need me to do, Professor?" Damon asked.

"Oh, actually, dealing with Voldemort is something that we 'adults' have to worry about. I don't need you to do much, so you can relax."

Dumbledore placed his hand on Damon's shoulder and said slowly:
"I want to take you as my apprentice and teach you magic personally. If one day - if I am no longer around, I hope you can be Harry's secret weapon and help him at the critical moment. What do you think?"

He looked at Damon with some hope in his eyes.

He is obviously the greatest white wizard in the world, and there are thousands or tens of thousands of people out there who want to be his students but dare not even think about it. He just stares at Damon with longing eyes.

(End of this chapter)