Chapter 573 Victor's Attack

Arthur left the principal's office.

He did not do this entirely because of Harry and the others' arrival. As the commander of the Hogwarts raid, he had more important things to deal with and no time to waste here.

You have to know that their offensive mission this time is not just to kill the enemies inside Hogwarts, but to rule Hogwarts, which will face many problems, such as how to deal with the remaining captives, and how to deal with the Ministry of Magic reinforcements that may be late.

The former is relatively simple, anyway, Chris has already built a new punishment room, so just throw all the captives in.

But the latter is a bit tricky.

In order to ensure that Hogwarts is not taken away again, everyone, including Chris, must concentrate and enter the highest alert state.

In addition, it is necessary to open the seal leading to the Masonic secrets inside Hogwarts so that the Masonic reinforcements can easily come in.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Harry and others.

The reason why Mike agreed to let them join this action was just to ease the relationship between them.

At this moment, they looked at Arthur and left the principal's office without looking back. They were stunned at first, and then

they all breathed a sigh of relief. It must be said that Arthur now put a lot of pressure on Harry and the other two. They only knew today that this man who usually stood in the corner with a sword and didn't say a word actually had such a terrifying power.

If it wasn't for protecting Dumbledore, they wouldn't dare to stand in front of Arthur even if they had ten panthers.

At this time, the portrait of Dumbledore behind the three of them sighed softly and said,

"You misunderstood. The child was just chatting with me and had no intention of hurting me."

"Uh... this..."

Harry and the other two were speechless. After standing there stiffly for a while, Ron lowered his head and whispered,

"We are just... just worried about you..."

"The one standing in front of you now is just a magical portrait with the memory and thinking of Albus Dumbledore. I am dead, and the living are always more important than the dead. Please remember this! So next time you encounter this situation, I hope you can give priority to protecting yourself. Okay?"

Ron's words were not finished yet, and Dumbledore's portrait rushed to say.

As soon as these words came out, Harry and the other two felt warm in their hearts, and the atmosphere in the principal's office became relaxed again.

Then, Ron and Harry, who had not seen Dumbledore for a long time, began to tell Dumbledore about their recent strange experiences and how they appeared here today.

As for Hermione, compared to talking to Dumbledore like a child, she wanted to know more about the magic portraits.

For example, what kind of experience is it to become a magic portrait, and whether the magic portrait is a continuation of the consciousness of the original owner of the portrait, or a brand new one that just looks like the original owner.

Facing these three people, Dumbledore also answered all the questions, and smiled, looking like he was enjoying it.

You know, being a magic portrait is very lonely.

Especially the portraits in the principal's office.

Except for the portrait of the silver curly-haired witch, which can be secretly transferred to St. Mungo's to let out some air, the other portraits can basically only sleep or quarrel with each other every day.

The last time Harry came, he saw Dumbledore knitting wool socks, but it was not that Dumbledore really wanted to knit, but just to kill time.

So, as a magic portrait, Dumbledore actually enjoyed the feeling of chatting with Harry and the others.

But good times always pass. After chatting for a long time, Ron and Hermione left the principal's office, and only Harry found an excuse to stay alone.

Finally, only Harry and Dumbledore were left in the empty office.

At this time, Harry's expression gradually became serious. He stared at the portrait of Dumbledore, who still had a warm smile on his face, and asked in a somewhat puzzled voice:

"Principal Dumbledore, do you remember that you asked me to protect the invisibility cloak last time?"

"Of course. Is there a problem?"

Harry was silent for a while, and finally said through gritted teeth:

"I think you may be wrong. Mike...he doesn't seem to be interested in the Deathly Hallows."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"You know, Michael has been my good friend since I first entered Hogwarts. Therefore, he also knows that I have an invisibility cloak that you gave me. I believe that with Michael's wisdom, he should be able to easily guess that it is the last Deathly Hallows.

So if he wants, he can arrest me and torture me about the whereabouts of the invisibility cloak. Even if I have learned the brain block technique, it is still very likely that I will leak information about the invisibility cloak in the end. After all, that is Michael, and it is not a difficult thing for him.

Therefore, I have always been very nervous and afraid to face Michael.

But as you can see now, I am still standing in front of you safely. Michael has never asked me about the invisibility cloak, not once.

So I want to say, about Michael, you... are you wrong?"

Harry said what he was thinking in one breath, and then he panted and looked at Dumbledore nervously.

God has mercy on him, the pressure he has been under during this period of time is about to drive him crazy.

Therefore, he is now very eager to get the answer from Dumbledore that "Michael is a good person". On

the one hand, this was to help his friend get rid of suspicion, and on the other hand, it was also to relieve the huge mental pressure he was under to a certain extent.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore in the portrait fell into deep thought.

After all, he was just a magical portrait. Although he inherited Dumbledore's memory and way of thinking, he was not Dumbledore himself after all. So for Harry's question, he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's life experience of more than a hundred years still helped him. After thinking for a while, Dumbledore's frown finally relaxed.

He looked at Harry and smiled, and said:

"I know, and I have a deep understanding of Mike. He is one of the most talented young wizards I have ever seen in my life, and this powerful talent not only makes him successful in everything he does, but also makes him a proud man. Just like when I handed the elder wand to him, he was a little reluctant at the time. Such a proud person may not be interested in the Deathly Hallows, because he simply disdains to rely on this method to defeat death."

Hearing this, Harry nodded first, and then seemed to realize something, and said with wide eyes:

"So, you gave Mike the elder wand, not him taking it away. You gave him the elder wand, one of the Deathly Hallows, and now you want me to protect the invisibility cloak?"

"Ahem... it's not important. You can think of this as another means of protection." Dumbledore coughed awkwardly a few times. "With Mike's current strength, as long as Mike himself is not interested in the Deathly Hallows, he will become one of the strongest protectors of the Deathly Hallows. After all, the elder wand is still pretty good, and he won't let anyone take it away easily."

Harry looked at Dumbledore with dissatisfaction, obviously not satisfied with this answer.

But in the end, he was relieved and accepted Dumbledore's statement.

After all, he didn't want to be an enemy of Mike from the bottom of his heart. It was too tiring and the chance of winning was too low.

Seeing this, Dumbledore continued,

"But you can't let your guard down yet. Harry, even if Michael himself is not interested in the Deathly Hallows, the people around him may not be. The temptation to defeat death is too great, and not everyone can resist it. Sometimes, the means these people will take will be more cruel than you can imagine! So I hope you can continue to work hard, just like Ignotus, the youngest of the three Peverell brothers, escape the pursuit of the god of death, and finally defeat the god of death!"

Hearing this, Harry's expression became solemn again. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and finally nodded to Dumbledore with a serious face.

"Good boy!"

Dumbledore said with satisfaction.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind Harry.

"Huh? I seem to hear someone talking about the god of death."

"Who is it!"

Harry screamed and turned his head, and saw that Victor had come to the office without knowing when, and was leaning against the wall and picking his ears.

"Ah! Did I scare you? I'm really sorry."

Victor flicked the non-existent earwax on his fingers. Although he apologized, his expression did not show any apology. Instead, he looked at Harry with a sharp gaze.

That look was like a traveler who had been thirsty for days and suddenly found a feast and wanted to devour everything in front of him.

Harry naturally noticed the hostility in Victor's eyes.

Under the huge pressure of Victor's eyes, Harry couldn't help but step back twice, but still gritted his teeth and pulled out the wand in his pocket.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I've already apologized, why are you really angry?"

Victor raised his eyebrows, and while saying a joke, he flicked the finger that had just been touching his ear again.

But unlike the ordinary finger flick last time, Victor's finger flick this time directly produced a sonic boom.

"Boom!"

A fingernail whistled through the air, piercing Harry's hand holding the wand at lightning speed, and then the bloody fingernail was embedded in Dumbledore's portrait.

"Ah!"

A scream came from Harry's mouth. In pain, Harry let go of his hand, covered the wound with his other hand, and collapsed on the ground, and the wand was thrown out.

The next moment, Harry reacted and struggled to pick up the wand.

But at this time, the wand had already been stepped on by Victor.

"So now, Mr. Potter, and Principal Dumbledore. Can you explain to me what you just said about the god of death and Ignotus?"

Victor looked down at Harry, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were still sharp, which made people afraid.

As he spoke, he pointed the finger without a fingernail at Harry, and the blue light on it flashed, and the condensed energy seemed to pour out and hit Harry in the next moment.

Harry didn't care about the pain in his hand at this moment. He panted and looked at Victor directly and said,

"Did you get Mike's consent to do this?"

"Well?" Victor's smile froze, "You don't have to worry about that. You just need to answer my questions."

"He doesn't know anything. If you want to ask, just ask me."

Dumbledore behind Harry carefully bent down to avoid the nail embedded in the portrait, and came to the corner near Victor and said.

But Victor didn't want to pay any attention to Dumbledore, and continued to stare at Harry.

Victor was also a graduate of Hogwarts. He had a clear understanding of Dumbledore's cunning and cold-bloodedness.

Besides, the other party was just a portrait now. It was wishful thinking to want to get real information from him.

Under Victor's gaze, Harry sweated profusely.

He felt that he might die here today.

At this moment, a dark purple light shone in the office that was originally dim with the curtains drawn.

Harry looked over instinctively, and saw Zhou Hong, who was in a transformed state and full of murderous aura, appeared behind Victor without knowing when.

"Victor, what are you doing?"

Zhou Hong's emotionless voice echoed in the office.

Upon hearing this, Victor retracted the finger that was shining with blue light, turned his head and smiled:

"Zhou Hong, you came really fast! Don't worry, I was just joking with Harry."

Zhou Hong didn't say anything, he just looked at Victor expressionlessly, and the purple light lingering around his body became even stronger.

Victor shook his head helplessly, and then smiled and walked towards the door.

And Zhou Hong didn't mean to stop him at all.

It was not until Victor left the office that Zhou Hong lifted the window sill, and his face showed a bit of solemnity.

Harry rolled and crawled to pick up the wand on the ground, and looked at Zhou Hong cautiously.

Seeing this, Zhou Hong frowned again. He looked at Harry and said slowly after a while:

"Dumbledore is right. You are now the same as Ignotus. The only difference is that Ignotus has only one god of death. But for you, everyone who is bewitched by the legend of the Deathly Hallows is your god of death! If I were you, I would run away with my cloak. You know, I can still stop Victor, but some people..."

Zhou Hong did not continue to speak, but turned his head and walked towards the door.

It was not until he was about to leave the office that he suddenly turned his head and continued:

"Harry, don't trust others too much. You know, people's ideas will change. Some things may not matter to others now, but it may not be the case in the future."

After speaking, Zhou Hong's figure disappeared at the door.