Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Mileva! Minerva!"

In the secret room, Dumbledore waved his hands gently, and under his urging, he moved aside shakingly.

"Minerva!"

Dumbledore staggered, gasping heavily, his eyes slightly dissipated. In order to concentrate, his lower lip had already been bitten by him and blood had oozed out.

"Mileva, hold on!"

Professor McGonagall is his most capable assistant and his most trusted partner.

He is also a human being, and he is also confused and confused. As a benchmark in the wizarding world, his emotions cannot be told to anyone except Professor McGonagall.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knew how much he struggled when he was about to face Grindelwald.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knew that he could not speak of his regret for his mother, brother, and sister.

No one except Professor McGonagall knew his self-blame after learning of Voldemort's true identity.

Except for Professor McGonagall, no one knew that he had wanted to welcome his death many times. He had no nostalgia for the world. He could not wait to sincerely say sorry to his Arianna...

No one knows...

If we want to find the person in this world who knows Dumbledore the most, it is definitely Professor McGonagall, and even the former Dark King Grindelwald cannot be compared with him.

Only Professor McGonagall knew that under the appearance of the strongest white wizard of the contemporary with gray hair and beard, there was a strong and crippled soul.

He is strong, strong enough to support the entire wizarding world, running around and carrying everything on his elderly shoulders...

But he is also fragile... so fragile that he will cry and sleep all night when he hears the news of a familiar person's death...

He is so fragile that he hears that his wrong decisions have an irreversible impact on others, and he will worry about it for his whole life...

He could not imagine what crazy decision he would make if Professor McGonagall died unfortunately.

But he knew that if that really happened, it would definitely be a disaster, a disaster that was even more terrifying than the rampage of Death Eaters...

"Mileva..."

“Meow~”

A faint sound came from the pile of rocks, but in Dumbledore's ears it was 10,000 times more wonderful than the most wonderful music he had ever heard!

"Minerva!"

Professor Dumbledore shouted loudly, his hands crossed, urging the last trace of magic on his body, pushing the pile of stones away, his feet softened, and he staggered a step, kneeling there, leaning on the ground with both hands.

But his expression at this moment was extremely brilliant.

"Mileva...huh..."

An amber tabby cat struggled to emerge from the cracks of the rock, pounced forward, turning into Professor McGonagall's form, with hair loose, a cut on his face, and fell to Dumbledore, revealing the glory of surviving the disaster...

"...You are still alive... It's so good... It's so good..."

"...Yes...I'm still alive...I thought I was going to die..."

Professor McGonagall said, taking out an empty bottle of water droplets from his arms, and there were still scattered pure gold translucent liquids. The stars shining, showing its preciousness...

"...But fortunately, luck is on our side, we will definitely win..."

Seeing the potion bottle in McGonagall's hand and realizing what it was, Dumbledore also smiled tiredly, looked at Professor McGonagall and said softly:

"...Yes, luck is on our side, we will definitely win..."

As he said that, regardless of the dust and gravel underground, he turned over and lay there, closing his eyes gently.

“...We will definitely win..."

"...hiss..." (...Is anyone here to pick me up? I feel my legs are a little soft...)

"Um?"

A weak and inaudible voice came, and Dumbledore was awakened again. He suppressed the double fatigue of his spirit and body, and turned his head to look in the direction of the secret room.

I saw a four-meter-long python wandering in the pipe that was smashed by a giant stone snake. I felt the corpse of the snake monster outside the pipe and never dared to crawl out.

"Nagini...it's dead... don't worry...and, now you don't have legs..."

"Hiss..." (You four-legged worm, which is not even as good as an earthworm, want to deceive people. It is the terrifying snake king trained by the serpent accent. How could you be killed by your four-legged worm?

Also, who said I don’t have legs? My legs are long and beautiful... Well... where are my legs...)

"Um?"

Hearing Nagini's words, Dumbledore sat up on the ground. Professor McGonagall, who was beside him, saw Dumbledore's movements, and slowly stood up, supporting Dumbledore, and stood up carefully.

"Nagini, I order you to come out and tell me everything you see..."

"Shit..." (You damn four-legged worm...)

Under the command of Snake Word, Nagini could not violate it. He had to crawl towards Dumbledore and under the unsuppressible fear, with the remaining power of the Basilisk.

"Mileva..."

"I am here..."

Professor McGonagall held Dumbledore, dusted the dust on the two of them, looked in the direction of the basilisk with lingering fear, and asked softly:

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"call..."

Dumbledore let out a long breath, turned to look at Professor McGonagall, pursed his bloody lips and asked softly:

"Do you still remember what Professor Gu Yi said?"

"What?"

"The last Horcrux..."

Seeing that Professor McGonagall did not remember, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and reminded him. When he heard the reminder, he immediately remembered what Professor Gu Yi had said before.

"You mean...it's still in the secret room?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Dumbledore nodded softly, turned to look at Nagini, who had just seen and heard, and said softly:

"Yes... I just noticed that it was a black book placed on the head of the person in the secret room..."

As he said that, he seemed to have thought of something again. He raised his hand and took out a pocket from his arms. Without hesitation, he handed it to Professor McGonagall, looked at her and asked softly:

"My body now does not allow me to destroy them. I can only hand over this mission to you. Can you destroy them for me?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, breathed a long sigh of relief, nodded vigorously, took the bag handed over by Dumbledore, and looked up and asked:

“What should I do?”

Looking at Professor McGonagall who took the bag, Dumbledore smiled apologetically, turned to look at the basil monster cut in half, and said:

"The toxin of the basilisk can destroy any Horcrux. This is the backhand left by Slytherin for his descendants back then. You only need to pick up a poisonous fang and stab it into these Horcruxes!

I believe you, if it were you, you would never be confused by Tom's sweet words..."

"Huh...I understand!"

Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Nagini who had climbed to the feet of the two, took a deep breath, tightened the bag containing the Horcrux in his hand, and walked towards the secret room with firm steps.

Seeing Professor McGonagall disappear from his sight, Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, lowered his head, and looked at Nagini seriously under his feet...

"Sorry...Nagini..."

"...hiss..." (What?)

"Snatch God and seek thoughts..."