As if to prove something.

Dumbledore spoke faster and added, "Until I fought him, he could still use the Patronus Charm, and his Patronus was still the Phoenix."

"Those were probably the happiest years of my life." He sighed, his face as pale as the dead tree outside the window. "I was happy, but I only remembered that I was Albus. I forgot that I was also Dumbledore, Ariana's brother."

“I failed to take good care of her.”

"Aberforth accused me of failing to look after my sister, and he was right, he's always right, but I didn't think of it that way at the time."

"Gellert defended me. He said that Ariana's existence was holding me back. I should have become the greatest wizard, not a loser who could only stay at home and take care of my sister. He was right. I have indeed become the greatest wizard now."

Harry waved his wand, conjured up a cup, took a bottle of vodka from the Sorting Hat, poured half a cup and handed it to him.

Dumbledore took it and took a sip. "The three of us got into an argument, and the noise angered Ariana, causing her magic to explode. Everything became uncontrollable. A spell, but I don't know whose spell it was."

"You know exactly whose it is." Harry poured himself a glass of wine as well.

Dumbledore was startled, raised his hand and touched his crooked nose: "This is all my fault. The spell that took Ariana's life."

"On that day, I lost the three most important people in my life at the same time."

"My love, my blood."

Harry finished his drink. "You want to revive Ariana so that you can meet your brother and reunite as a family. Then you can continue to be a lover with the murderer who killed your sister in peace."

"No, I am the one who killed Ariana." Dumbledore's tone was extremely firm, even a little fierce.

Harry continued, "But that doesn't seem to be the reason why you've become so weak."

Dumbledore also gulped down his drink. "After that day, I returned to Hogwarts and became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, while Gellert made waves in the wizarding world and continued his ideals."

"Collect the three holy relics, and then let wizards become the rulers of ordinary people."

Harry sighed: "An ambitious politician."

"He is much better than Cornelius and the like." Dumbledore shook his head, disagreeing with Harry's statement. "It's just that his methods were a little too extreme. He is very strong and charming. He thinks he can override all rules. He has done many wrong things and violated many laws."

"He and I once made a blood pact that we must not harm each other."

When he said this, his eyes became gentle, as if he had returned to his twenties.

"We were full of confidence. We thought this would never happen." Dumbledore's tone became gentle. "We love each other deeply, no less than anyone else."

For a moment, his eyes dimmed. "But I still couldn't even keep this oath. I challenged him to a duel. He loved me deeply, but he was defeated by me and imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, the castle he was most proud of and believed was no less than Hogwarts."

"Harry, I've never accomplished anything."

"I've made many fatal mistakes, and just now, I almost made another one."

He summed up his life.

The greatest white wizard, who has a failed life without any success.

"No, you succeeded," Harry interrupted, shaking his head.

Dumbledore was stunned and smiled bitterly: "If it's just the greatest white wizard..."

"You have taught many outstanding students." Harry interrupted him, "For example, me, Hermione, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Wood, um... maybe they are not so good, but it is these little wizards who have built the current wizarding world, isn't it?"

Dumbledore forced a smile and said, "Harry, at our ages, I should be the one to comfort you."

"But you're dying," Harry said mercilessly. "Do you still want to wear that ring?"

Dumbledore said nothing, but the flicker in his eyes revealed his thoughts.

He wanted it very much and longed for it.

As long as Ariana survives, he can get back the most important things in his life that he has lost: love and family.

Harry stood up and looked at Dumbledore: "So, Mr. Dumbledore, are you willing to give me a commission?"

Demon hunters usually only accept commissions to kill monsters.

But there are occasional exceptions, such as being responsible for resolving some family matters - Geralt often encounters such things and gets involved in them, and he has had some similar experiences.

"Commission?" Dumbledore was stunned.

Harry emphasized: "A commission in which you don't wear the ring and live to witness the wedding of Hermione and me. I will find a way to solve these troubles for you."

Dumbledore stared at Harry blankly, and some expression gradually emerged in his gray eyes, mixed with tears, hidden under his glasses and in the darkness.

"Although Professor Snape and I have been scolding you for having a bezoar in your head, I now sincerely hope that there really is one." Harry said in a light tone.

Fecal stone is a detoxifier.

Dumbledore sighed: "That's all. Compared to your reward, the commission is a little too arduous."

Harry whistled. "This is the first time I've met someone who complains about being paid too little. In that case, Professor Dumbledore, you have to shoulder the responsibilities of a professor. Only one class a week is too little."

"Then take a look, starting next week, when will you have time?" Dumbledore's tone finally became cheerful.

Harry tried to remember his schedule. "How about Thursday?"

"Transfiguration class ends at ten, and there's Defense Against the Dark Arts class until fourteen."

"It's very close from the third floor. We can go up to 13:50."

Dumbledore's face froze: "Harry, I think we still need to have lunch."

"I don't have time to eat. I don't have the energy to think about it at my age." Harry shook his head decisively. "There are only three hours and fifty minutes. If I eat, I will waste at least ten minutes."

"I think twenty minutes for lunch is a good idea," Dumbledore tried to bargain.

Harry said nothing, just looked at him calmly.

Dumbledore sighed and pulled the quilt. Why did he feel soft-hearted for a moment and say such words, making himself unhappy?

"Commission?" Harry held out his hand.

Dumbledore was startled, and he also reached out his hand and patted him gently: "Do you want to make an unbreakable oath? Let's call the hat up."

"You want to die, and a spell can't stop you." Harry shook his head and sat back down. "Let's talk about the unhappy things and the happy things."

"Tom?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded. "Does Tom know you as well as you know Tom?"

“He should know those things?”

Dumbledore agreed somewhat reluctantly: "When he was still in school, Gellert was at his most rampant. He must have heard some rumors."

"This is a trap for you." Harry looked at the closed cabinet. "The unknown man or woman who replaced Professor Moody told Senior Tom that he had been discovered."

"He still has some brains left. He should have heard about the diary being destroyed in second year. He can be sure that you know about Horcruxes."

"Since you know about the Horcruxes and what those Death Eaters are planning in the gutter, you will definitely come to investigate. The old Gaunt house can't hide it."

At this point, Harry paused and looked at the old traces on the ground: "They used this as a base, but after that person's identity was exposed, they quickly abandoned it."

"Leave the Horcrux behind."

"Those soft traps are designed to paralyze you, make you tense, and then relax after entering the bedroom until you see the ring, are seduced by magic, put it on, and then maybe there is some vicious curse, or maybe some ritual steps."

"The moment you put it on, your head is already hanging on the scythe of the Grim Reaper."

Dumbledore was not afraid, but just sighed: "Fortunately you came with me..."

"You should thank Mr. Grindelwald," Harry interrupted him. "You imprisoned him in Nurmengard with your own hands, but he has always been thinking deeply about you, his old lover. He wrote to me and gave me instructions. Even the greatest dark wizard used the most sincere tone to ask me, an ordinary fourth-year wizard."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He hesitated several times before finally sighing, "Harry, you are not ordinary."

Harry sneered, "You can't even grasp the point. Did your brain get eaten by biting kale?"

“I didn’t let them out.”

Dumbledore coughed twice exaggeratedly. The bone spirit and the healing potion almost repaired his body, but it was only "almost". He was still "worried" and felt a little pain. His words were distorted: "Harry, let me destroy it."

"Bite the kale to pry open your brain, and then leave disappointed." Harry sneered and shook his head. "It can't be destroyed now."

Dumbledore turned to look at Harry, who was raising his hand to push back his hair. "Professor, I have another similar thing on my head. The diary will have to be destroyed, but this thing can stay."

"Let me keep it for now. When we get back to Hogwarts, I'll call Professors Snape, McGonagall, Sprout, and Flitwick to remove any possible curses and magic from it. Then we can figure out how to remove the Horcrux from my brain."

Dumbledore shook his head: "Severus is very good at the Dark Arts, but Minerva and the others..."

"We didn't ask them to come here for research." Harry said expressionlessly, "Professor Snape and I may not be able to control you. I'll feel more at ease if you call other professors along."

"At least if they work together, I can get a chance to punch you a few more times."

Dumbledore held his stomach, feeling some phantom pain.