The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Is there another way?" Jon looked at Dumbledore with some puzzlement, and asked softly at the same time.

He didn't understand, if there was a way, why didn't Dumbledore tell himself until now?

"Gellert told me...after you went to him a few months ago..." Albus Dumbledore's voice was unusually calm: "The Horcruxes are used to split souls... The essence is that after killing a target, use the other party's soul to tear your own soul..."

"After any creature is killed, his soul will become very, very weak, and will decay at an extremely fast rate... There is no doubt that under normal circumstances, it cannot cause too much damage to a cursed soul like the blood curse soul. Big damage." Dumbledore's mouth suddenly showed a confident smile: "However, if the wizard who was killed is strong enough and has the subjective will to fight against the blood-cursed soul, it will be enough!"

Jon, who was listening carefully to Dumbledore's words, suddenly changed his face. He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief: "Professor, this is impossible..."

"Honestly, I have struggled with my thoughts for a long time..." Dumbledore said with a smile: "I have been thinking that maybe your method may work, and it may restore Miss Greengrass; I don't need to do it for you..."

"But now it is obvious that you have failed, so...in my personal opinion, I feel that exchanging my old life for a fifteen or sixteen-year-old fresh life is a big deal for the god of death." It's a very bad thing..."

"No!" Jon categorically denied, he almost shouted: "Professor...you can't do this..."

"Unfortunately..." Dumbledore shook his head: "Jon, I will not obey your personal wishes this time!"

Almost as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, several hard vines suddenly appeared on the wall of the Room of Requirement, binding Jon firmly to the wall... Now, he cannot move.

...

Jon could barely breathe.

But the vine that bound his neck loosened quickly, allowing him to breathe easily.

"Professor..." His voice was a bit crying: "We can't trade lives for lives..."

"No, Jon, you're still young, you don't understand..." Dumbledore waved his hand at him: "For old people like us, dying, death is not a big deal; It is said that it is a relief..."

"As early as many years ago, when Ariana's tragedy happened, I had carefully considered the matter of death..." Dumbledore said calmly: "But I know that I need to stop Gellert. After Gellert was defeated by me, the new wizarding world needed my help; when the Ministry of Magic regained its vitality, Tom's power expanded, and I felt that I also had the responsibility to stop him... ..."

"My whole life, I have lived for various responsibilities; my whole life, I have never lived a single day for myself...so death is a real relief for me!" Dumbledore said, With a slight smile: "Because what I really want to do is to spend time with my parents and my sister after I can rest..."

"But you still have a responsibility... Voldemort is still alive... His power is getting stronger..." Jon argued loudly.

"So, I leave it to you!" Dumbledore said very easily: "Hogwarts has chosen you... You have outstanding talents that I can't match, you have extremely outstanding wisdom, and you also have Noble character... In many ways, you are better than me, and you are destined to do better than me... Don't tell me you can't, if you can't even handle a Tom, then I will be very, very disappointed... ..."

"Professor...Professor Dumbledore...please..."

Jon's voice was getting quieter, because the vine that bound his neck was getting tighter and tighter.

"Actually... what really made me make up my mind was what Aberforth wrote in the letter half an hour ago!" Dumbledore said quietly: "He told me that Miss Greengrass looks a bit like Ariana ... Aberforth was right!"

...

Dumbledore ignored Jon, but walked up to Astoria and picked up the locket in her hand.

Wiping it clean with the placket, he put the locket back into the girl's hand.

Then, the red rays of light surrounding Astoria gradually dissipated.

At the same time, the girl's face became pale again... Just like the transformation of an Animagus, her face began to distort a little bit, and her body also began to become slender and slender...

With Albus Dumbledore's spell on her gone, the blood-cursed spirit took over her body.

"No..." Jon yelled in vain, but no sound came out of his mouth.

A ten-foot-long giant snake reappeared in front of him, and the giant snake stared at the old wizard in front of him.

Dumbledore smiled and closed his eyes.

The giant snake opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards him——

Blood flowed from Dumbledore's neck, and he slowly fell on his back like a big tattered doll...

he died!

...

At the same time, the giant snake was also on the ground, struggling painfully.

It seems that there is an invisible force suppressing it.

Astoria began to restore its original shape little by little, and at the same time, the locket in her hand began to be surrounded by black light little by little.

Jon knew very well that it was the soul of Dumbledore, and he was helping Astoria drive the soul of the blood curse into the Horcrux.

The soul of the blood curse is weakening almost at a speed visible to the naked eye... Compared with Albus Dumbledore's soul, its power is not worth mentioning.

The locket was quickly filled with the soul of the blood curse... There was hardly any trace of the monster's soul left on Astoria's body.

It's all so simple...so effortless.

But……

A tear fell from the corner of Jon's eye.

The vines that bound him, were gone... which could only mean one thing... Albus Dumbledore, had really left him.

Jon walked quickly to Astoria's side and "took" the Horcrux from her hand.

The soul power in the Horcrux could be clearly felt, and Jon's heart was also filled with anger and hatred at this time.

Throwing the Horcrux full of blood-cursed souls on the ground, he raised his wand and roared at the same time:

"Avada Kedavra!"

...

Horcruxes were destroyed...

The blood curse has also been lifted...

Astoria-Greengrass was unconscious on the ground, her breath was very weak...but she was still alive and very healthy, healthier than ever before!

However, Principal Dumbledore, only a cold corpse remained.

Jon hugged Dumbledore's body while weeping... He reached out to straighten the half-moon glasses on the hooked nose, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then gazed down at the picture full of wisdom. With his old face, he tried hard to face this unacceptable fact...

Suddenly, Jon's crying stopped.

Trembling, he looked up—

Put down Dumbledore's body, then got up.

It's not over yet...

Because he suddenly heard a voice in his mind, the voice of his "sixth sense".

The effect of Felicia is not over yet!