Hogwarts: A Chinese-Style Professor

Chapter 313 As long as he doesn't use the killing curse on the students
Inside Dumbledore's office.

Barton used a stick to take out a smear of hair cream and carefully applied it to Dumbledore's hair.

Dumbledore sat stiffly in the chair, his blue pupils behind his half-moon spectacles reflecting an almost bewildered confusion.

Li Wei shifted to a more relaxed posture, casually picked up a piece of pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Barton, start with the sideburns. The headmaster’s beard may need special treatment.”

"Yes, Master."

Barton responded respectfully, carefully taking out his razor and aiming it at Dumbledore's sideburns.

The cool touch pressed against the skin, and the next moment, all the messy gray hairs fell off.

“Oh—” Dumbledore let out a sigh with a subtle meaning.

Just a moment ago, he was still agonizing over whether to sacrifice Harry. How did things turn out like this in the blink of an eye?

"Let's continue our previous topic," Li Wei's voice rang out calmly, as if the scene before him were perfectly normal. "So, because you've gathered all the Horcruxes ahead of schedule, you have an urgent idea about the upcoming operation—"

Barton used a fine-toothed comb to evenly spread the bleach, and Dumbledore obediently lowered his head, not looking up at Levi's eyes.

“I think you’ve been blinded by this sense of urgency, which is why you came up with the idea of ​​‘telling him the truth himself when necessary and guiding him to willingly die,’ right?”

"First of all, I want to state that this was just my initial plan two years ago, but in the years I've been in contact with this child, I've long since given up on this idea."

Well—initially, I did hold out the hope that it would ultimately prove there were no other methods.

Someone has to tell him, he has to understand.
Therefore, this is something I must do; I absolutely have to do it.

Saying these words was more difficult than Dumbledore had imagined, but thankfully, he ultimately didn't have to do it.

As for why, Li Wei had already decided for him—Dumbledore didn't reject the feeling.

He doesn't actually like making decisions, because it means taking responsibility for everything that comes with them—but more often than not, things force him to keep making decisions.

"Alright—you should be sober now, so I don't need to waste my breath?"

Barton began gently and professionally wiping away the excess bleach from the edges of Dumbledore's beard with a soft cloth.

Li Wei picked up his lemon black tea with ice, took a sip, and asked...

Dumbledore felt Barton apply dye to his entire hair, looked up to meet Levi's gaze, and said:

"Yes—let's move on to the next phase."

"What are your plans for dealing with Tom? We've destroyed too many Horcruxes; if he's resurrected, he'll most likely find out."

A look of worry returned to Dumbledore's face.

"When he became weaker and realized that Harry was the only remaining fragment of the soul, he only had one way out. I think what he had to do was quite obvious."

"So, Voldemort will focus all his energy on Harry then, is that right?"

Do you think he can take control of Harry's body?

"Of course not—he can't even do it now."

However—it's hard to say what will happen in the long run.

Tom must be in terrible shape lately, so he doesn't have time to look after Harry—but if we push him too far, he might resort to any last resort.

And one thing is certain—he could use his divided soul to bewitch Harry, just as his diary had bewitched Ginny.

Li Wei nodded, lost in thought.

This is indeed a difficult problem.

Harry and Voldemort's souls have become one, and conventional methods are simply ineffective in eliminating them. Even Levi found it troublesome.

How did Dumbledore manage to do that in the original book? Levi looked up at Dumbledore, "If you were to handle this, how would you do it?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, feeling his scalp, which was slightly hot from the bleaching agent. "Oh—this feeling is amazing, it's like my brain is on fire."

He made a joke before continuing:

"I will do as the prophecy says—let Harry face Tom and kill him with his own hands."

Only one of them will win, and that's Harry.

"Specifically, how do we do it?"

“Use the Elder Wand.” As he spoke, Dumbledore’s thoughts became clearer and clearer. “Once Tom learns of your existence, he will be in trouble with our power.”

Therefore, he would stop at nothing to obtain the Elder Wand—as long as he is convinced that he is its new master and that he attacks its true master, Harry, the Elder Wand will turn against him. Of course, achieving this is extremely difficult.

"That sounds like a real problem—what about the fragments of Harry's soul? How do we deal with them?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment before speaking with difficulty:

"We have no choice but to gamble."

"bet?"

"Use the Resurrection Stone to temporarily store Harry's soul—while simultaneously killing the other part of his soul that belongs to Tom."
Of course, that's too difficult; I have no confidence at all. So, I'd like to hear your opinion.

Barton 'wiped' the bleach off Dumbledore's head, and the foam spontaneously disappeared where his tiny palm touched.

Then it began to color Dumbledore's hair and long beard.

The orange-yellow paste emitted a faint scent of honey and calendula. Dumbledore's nostrils twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This tastes a bit like Honey Duke candies from Hogwarts Kitchen."

Li Wei ignored him and instead made a conclusion about the previous topic that left Dumbledore stunned.

“I think Harry can handle all of this.”

"You entrusted Harry to me back then, hoping I could train him, wasn't that all for this moment?"

So you had a vague idea about his problem back then, right?
We should teach him Occlumency—if he can learn to coexist with Voldemort's soul, I don't think it's such a terrible thing.”

"You really think that way? This isn't bad enough?"

"As long as Harry doesn't suddenly go berserk during school and use the Unforgivable Curse on his classmates, I think everything else will be fine."

What about the child's mental health?

“Don’t we have him? He already has enough elders who care for him.”

While Dumbledore was still in a daze, Li Wei held up his finger and said:

"Sirius, Snape, me, you, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick—and his friends, and of course, my assistant."

If you feel that's not enough—after you kill Voldemort, you shouldn't let him go back to that home that isn't his this year—I think that would be better for both of them.”

Yes—you're right—

Dumbledore's features softened further.

"He has received enough love and education, and has become a strong person under such guidance."

"As long as he's prepared, I believe he can handle anything."

"Of course—we just need to tell him about it, like last time—he's much stronger than you think."

(End of this chapter)