Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 312 The So-Called Important Matters
Harry left Sirius's room, completely satisfied.

Besides learning about his parents' stories again, he also watched several duels between older students with Sirius Black, who would occasionally offer his analysis.

Harry could clearly sense that his godfather's dueling skills had improved significantly over the past few months—which amazed him.

This means that Sirius was suppressing his own strength to cooperate with him, and was able to precisely time the exertion of his strength to bring him the greatest training effect.

"So, the professor and the others borrowed the cloaks because of the mysterious person? What could it be?"

Harry gazed at Hogwarts Castle from the tower, lost in thought—ultimately, he hadn't really solved anything in this operation.

Although I vaguely seem to have figured some things out, at the same time, new mysteries have arisen in my mind.

But soon, he relaxed and put everything out of his mind.

"Anyway, with Professor Levy and Dumbledore around, these things will be resolved no matter what."

All of this is not something a child like him needs to worry about.

Harry was certain of this.

In the dead of night, Gringotts' marble columns gleamed coldly under the torches.

A ripple, imperceptible to the naked eye, silently glided across the main gate.

As he passed through the main gate, a crack quietly opened from the inside, which then quickly closed again after he passed through, without making a sound.

The fairy guards at the entrance, dressed in scarlet and gold-trimmed uniforms, continued to watch intently ahead.

After passing through the first bronze door, Dumbledore's figure slid silently across the ground, passing through the second silver door in the blink of an eye, then through the doors of the hall into the narrow stone corridor, heading all the way down to the underground.

Gringotts is heavily fortified. During wartime, it can take more than five hours to retrieve your belongings from Gringotts vault.

But in front of Dumbledore.
He arrived at the Lestrange vault and quietly looked at the Medusa relief on the door. He didn't rush to touch it, but instead examined it carefully.

Without the fairy's command, any act of touching will cause a backlash.

"Tick."

As a drop of rock water fell, Dumbledore had found a blind spot in the defenses—he suddenly waved his wand and touched the edge of Medusa's left pupil—there, there was a barely perceptible abrasion.

Such a minor flaw was enough for him.

The next moment, Dumbledore's body passed through the giant door and entered the warehouse.

Inside the vault, from floor to ceiling, were crammed with gold coins and golden goblets, silver armor, the fur of various strange animals with spines or drooping wings, potions in vases, and a skull still wearing a crown.

Dumbledore searched patiently and carefully—the Summoning Charm would lose its effect here, and every item had been enchanted with the Copying Charm and the Fire Charm.

Touching any one of them will ignite a raging fire and countless replicas.

"Garma."

Fawkes appeared out of nowhere, standing on Dumbledore's shoulder—a warm flame emanating from him that illuminated the entire vault.

Dumbledore quickly found his target—a jeweled goblet.

Horace's intelligence was quite accurate; the Hufflepuff Cup was indeed located here.

Thus, five Horcruxes have been found.

Including Tom's own soul, that makes six, leaving only the last one?!

Thinking of this, Dumbledore's heart began to pound.

The last Horcrux. He actually knew what it was, or at least had a vague idea.
"Fox, please help me."

Dumbledore begged the phoenix to help him, and watched in a daze as it breathed fire and burned the Horcrux.

Li Wei arrived at the principal's office as promised.

Why do you look so worried? Is there something wrong on your journey?

"Do I have one? —" Dumbledore was somewhat taken aback.

He didn't feel any different from usual—how did Li Wei notice?
Has he come to understand himself to this extent?

Or is he really that shaken?
After a long silence, Dumbledore slowly exhaled.

Before Li Wei's gaze turned hostile, he spoke first:
"No—it's not that things aren't going well; quite the opposite, everything is going just as we expected."

The golden cup has been found and taken care of—I used your photo-taking magic to take a picture to document it, do you want to see it?

Li Wei gave Dumbledore a strange look.

He initially thought it was unnecessary to check, but seeing the other person's unusual behavior, he decided to take a look anyway.

To be honest, Li Wei really couldn't take it anymore.

Has something happened to Dumbledore again?

Is he only this unreliable when it comes to me?

Seeing the fragments of the burnt golden cup from which black liquid was flowing, Li Wei said in surprise:
"Isn't everything going smoothly? What's with that expression?"

Dumbledore's gaze shifted to the night sky outside the window, and he said softly:

"I just suddenly realized that, without even noticing, I've gotten so close to my goal."

He turned around and looked at Li Wei.

"Diary, ring, locket, gold cup, crown. Plus Voldemort's main soul."

We've found six souls; only one more is needed.

"Isn't this great? What, do you think your mission is coming to an end?"

Li Wei asked jokingly.

Because he remembered that Dumbledore had mentioned the last Horcrux, and he had a vague clue about it.

"Perhaps that's part of it—but the most important thing is the last Horcrux—it might be a living thing."

Li Wei paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

He couldn't remember the other Horcruxes before finding them, but this last one...
"You mean Harry?"

He suddenly asked a question, and many obstacles in his mind suddenly cleared up.

Yes, how could we forget the main character, Harry Potter? This story was made for him.

Was it because I always treated him like a nobody that I subconsciously ignored him?

"You noticed?"

Dumbledore was surprised by Livy's keen insight.

"Isn't it vague—you take good care of him?"
Moreover, Snape's attitude towards him was also very strange.

After a brief moment of surprise, Li Wei quickly regained his composure.

It's not that Harry is the main character, so he's not worried about anything happening to him—the plot has completely changed by now, and it would be naive to still judge everything based on the progress in the book.

However, regardless of whether Harry is a Horcrux or not, what Levi has to do is the same thing.

There is no difference.

From beginning to end, he never expected to solve Voldemort's problem by collecting Horcruxes—because that was too far-fetched.

Despite the fact that, through various strange forces, he and Dumbledore managed to collect all the Horcruxes in less than two years, this still wouldn't change his mind.

However, it seems that Dumbledore doesn't think so?

The muscles in his face twitched slightly.

It was an expression that mixed guilt, pain, and a kind of almost desperate rationality.

"I've never been sure. I hope to find other possibilities. I hope I'm wrong."

But on that night in Godric's Hollow, Lily sacrificed herself, using the oldest protective magic to shield Harry, while a fragment of Voldemort's soul inevitably entered his body.

Li Wei's brows suddenly furrowed.

He suddenly sensed a trend from Dumbledore's attitude—a trend that he found absurd.

"So what—you're going to kill Harry? Kill my student?"

His tone turned colder.

Dumbledore abruptly raised his head, and after a long silence, he finally spoke:
“That’s what I thought at first—but over the past three years, I’ve changed my opinion about the child, and to be honest, I can’t bring myself to do it.”

But this opportunity is truly once in a lifetime—if we seize this chance and kill Tom when Easter begins, everything could very well be over.”

"Then don't do that!"

Li Wei's tone rose slightly, and his gaze towards Deng Buli became extremely serious.

"You'd better get your head checked by Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore."

I suspect your brain has been bewitched again by Voldemort's trap.

Dumbledore was stunned.

Li Wei then continued:
"Dumbledore, didn't you say you wouldn't fight Voldemort by sacrificing others?"

"I'd like to ask you, did you plan for Harry to sacrifice himself from the very beginning?"

"I've changed my mind."

At this moment, Dumbledore really wanted to slap his past self.

Back then, he said all sorts of things to persuade Li Wei—so much so that now, those words are like boomerangs constantly hitting him.

Even he began to feel that he was absurd.

On the one hand, he didn't want to sacrifice anyone's interests, but on the other hand, he was willing to sacrifice everything to fight Voldemort.
Could it be, as Li Wei said, that he has a mental problem?
If that's the case, perhaps he already went mad from the start of that epic duel.
"For the greater good—isn't it?"

Li Wei suddenly said something that made Dumbledore's heart pound.

“It seems that even though you resist this idea now, you still can’t help but use it, Dumbledore.”

"Wait—wait—"

Dumbledore reached out to stop Livy.

"Consider it a gift for this old man." He paused again.

Looking up, Li Wei indeed had a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Okay, okay—I really realize my mistake."

For some reason, Dumbledore suddenly felt like laughing—he suddenly felt like a really ridiculous person—how could he be so ridiculous?
He had nowhere to hide from Li Wei—he had to be honest with himself.

Just as Gellert had told him—he had to be honest with his own thoughts, his own soul, and everything around him.

What do I have to do for you to forgive me?

Although he felt he couldn't possibly laugh at the moment, Dumbledore laughed absurdly—his voice even unconsciously became lighter.

He vaguely felt as if he had returned to that afternoon—in the valley of Godric, where sunlight filtered through the glossy green leaves and shone on him and another companion.

They talked about their views on the world, their passion for magic, and their enthusiasm for life.

Li Wei had no idea that Dumbledore was thinking about so many things in that instant; he simply couldn't stand this arrogant 'old thing' who relied on his seniority.

Professor McGonagall works so hard every day, and it's one thing to play the role of a stern old woman, but you, Dumbledore, are just a hands-off manager. What do I care about international affairs?

Ultimately, if you were Minister of Magic, you wouldn't have so many troublesome things to do.
And yet they insist on being terrified of power for the rest of their lives because of past mistakes. These people are really strange, one after another. They should really be reformed using the emotional resonance magic of Jowell.

Li Wei shook his head and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, Patton appeared in the office.

"Barton, dye his hair red, a deep orange-red!"

“Livy—!” Dumbledore was shocked to hear this request.

Barton simply nodded and disappeared to prepare the dye—using magical materials to dye hair would make the effect last longer than the dyes used by Muggles.

"What, didn't you say you were going to listen to me? I'll fix your slovenly appearance—not only will you dye your hair, but you'll also have to change your clothes and shave off all your beard!"

"Li Wei, what you're saying is so shocking it's making my heart jump out of my chest."

Dumbledore clutched his heart with his right hand, as if he truly could not accept Livy's opinion.

"If you don't want to do it, then forget it—I'm not forcing you, you just want to show your sincerity."

Li Wei glanced at Dumbledore—after the discussion just now, he understood perfectly well how dangerous Dumbledore was.

Just as he initially thought—this old bee was someone who could arrange all the necessary factors to achieve his goal.

It's like when Harry was in his first year, he put Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, at Hogwarts—putting all the students' lives on the same level.

Let them live with the devil without knowing a thing—I heard the Weasley brothers even hit Quirrell on the back of the head with a snowball?

They are truly lucky to have survived until now—perhaps it has something to do with their pure-blood family background?
After all, the eldest and second sons of the Weasley family have done quite well.

During this time, Livy spent more time with Dumbledore and gradually became deceived by his gentle appearance, forgetting that the old man was a pure Machiavellian at heart.

In other words, if the goal is good, he is completely willing to use any means necessary to achieve it.

Li Wei even suspected that the originator of the slogan "For the greater good" was not Grindelwald, but Dumbledore.

"Snapped."

When Patton reappeared, he had two bowls of prepared dye in his hands.

One bowl contains bleach, and the other contains hair dye.

In the past, in order to cheer up that cold yet pitiful girl, he often helped Jia Meier dye her hair.

"May I begin?"

Barton placed the dye down and bowed politely to Dumbledore, asking, "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore glanced at him, then at the dye on the table, and finally his gaze returned to Livy.

He suddenly felt a little tired—but at the same time, the idea of ​​letting go of everything rose in his mind.

"Weren't we talking about something very important? How did we end up talking about hair dyeing?"

"Don't worry—I'll talk while I'm dyeing my hair—what you consider important is only this much in my opinion."

(End of this chapter)