[HP] Time Corner

Chapter 33

After reading Slytherin's instructions, there was a long silence in the secret room, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard quietly.The parchment had slipped from Harry's hands at some point, and it was lying alone on the ground at this moment.

Thousands of years ago, Gryffindor and Slytherin were lovers... Thousands of years later, the wizarding world is facing a doomed end... And all of this is tied to Harry, and Salazar's willingness to ask...

"Harry?" Draco subconsciously looked at Harry. The truth of a thousand years ago was too shocking, and this matter was closely related to Harry. The platinum boy subconsciously asked Harry for his opinion.

"If, really, there is room, I, will, give him, a, chance..." Harry said with some difficulty, after all, he was asked to forgive a person who had brought him so much suffering, an enemy destined for two lifetimes , no one can easily accept it.

Draco glanced at the parchment scattered on the ground, and on the corner of the spread was a beautiful cursive word - "If he is hopeless, you can do it; if he still has love in his heart, please give He has a chance. Love your SS." He embeds the somewhat confused Harry in his arms, "Harry, you don't need to force yourself, no matter what you decide, I will support you... neither does Slytherin will blame you..."

"No, the Duke of Slytherin is not wrong. He cares about the inheritance of his family because of the guilt in his heart... After all, Gryffindor and he have no children... He only has one sister... Voldemort is the only descendant of the Slytherin family ..." Harry clenched his fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.Draco gently opened Harry's fingers distressedly, and put his own hand in.

"Knox and the others can give up their lives for the sake of family inheritance, but Salazar is just..." Harry smiled, his face still pale, and his thoughts became clearer, "The big deal is to choose a Horcrux to resurrect. Anyway, I will never let go of the main soul!" Harry's expression was a little distorted.

"Dear Harry, you don't have to worry about this, I'm sure and sure, there is no such thing as love in the heart of the main soul!" The platinum boy smiled ironically, 'love', the Dark Lord used to have these things something?The Dark Lord doesn't know love!

"Then, let's try the locket, the relic of Slytherin's mother, and it was also a token of love for Godric Gryffindor. Maybe it sealed a bit of his conscience." Harry's eyes lit up. "Besides, if the revived Tom Riddle is sensible enough and there is such a thing as 'love', I don't need to worry about the wizarding world..."

The more Harry thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. He was really not suitable for politics. In his previous life, because of the series of Slytherin incidents, he had lost countless short hairs. Now thinking about it, he almost vomited blood.It’s just right now, just leave those people to the sensible Tom Riddle, and he doesn’t have to worry about it at all, ha!

"Drary, let's go to the principal."

Principal room.

The three are looking at each other.All three are well-known figures in the wizarding world.

Lucius Malfoy - Deputy Minister of Magic, the weathervane of wizard fashion, at this time, he was wearing a dark green wizard robe, which seemed simple, but in fact it was complicated. Delicate silver snake brooch.At this time, Lucius Malfoy was sitting on the sofa in his spare time, noble, cold, and elegant, and every movement was just right, there is no more suitable perfection.

Albus Dumbledore - the greatest living White Wizard, with a silver beard hanging down his chest, and a robe with stars and moons.At this moment, he was sitting across from Lucius, his fingers formed into a tower shape, and there was still a touch of blush on his face.

The third was a strange, handsome, blond wizard with gray eyes that couldn't hide their sharpness—a difficult character, Lucius thought to himself—and looked at Dumbledore from time to time. His eyes couldn't hide his tenderness.

Lucius recalled the scene he saw when he opened the door and came in. It seemed that a few flies had fallen into his stomach. At that time... I don't want to talk about it, which also created the embarrassing situation now.

There are three items on the principal's long table between the three that have leaked enough to shock the wizarding world: the fragment of the Hufflepuff gold cup that Lucius just brought over, with traces of scorched black; The black lacquered stone with obvious cracks (according to Potter's statement, it should be the resurrection stone of one of the Deathly Hallows-Lucius thought to himself); and the Ravenclaw diadem, here It was also broken into pieces.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore pondered for a long time, and interrupted the embarrassing atmosphere, "Lucius, so there are only the last two Horcruxes left."

"If your brain isn't stuffed with sweets, obviously, yes." Lucius said with a sarcasm in a noble voice, and got a dangerous look from the blond wizard.

Lucius shuddered, remembering Dumbledore's love history mentioned by the savior Potter, he looked at the blonde wizard with a bit of scrutiny and doubts - judging by age, it's not right, but why? So close to Dumbledore?

"I don't know if this is—" Lucius' words were somewhat respectful, no matter whether he was the first Dark Lord or not, this person cannot be offended.

"Gail, my assistant." Dumbledore introduced cheerfully.

Lucius' expression instantly became a little unnatural.Seeing Lucius' expression and thinking about the posture of the two before, Dumbledore's wrinkled face was strangely flushed.

Finally, "Dong dong dong." A knock on the door broke the unbearable silence.

"Come in."

Harry and Draco responded, "Teacher Dumbledore—" Seeing the familiar objects on the principal's desk and the familiar yet unfamiliar blond wizard, Harry's half-pronounced title got stuck in his throat, "cough cough"

"You destroyed the Resurrection Stone—Principal, are you okay?" Harry asked with concern,

"Ahem, it's okay, Harry, thanks to Gale—"

Harry carefully looked at the blond wizard in front of him, and stretched out his hand, "I've known you for a long time, it's a pleasure to meet you." Gellert gave him a look of approval.

"Headmaster, we found Lord Salazar Slytherin's will, I think, is it—" Harry hesitated and took out the parchment in his hand.

The beautiful cursive "SS" on the lower right corner of the unfolded parchment immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

however--

"What? Gryffindor and Lord Slytherin are a pair, Merlin's stinky socks that haven't been washed in 300 years." This is Lucius who exclaimed and lost his composure.

"Pfft—" This is Dumbledore who didn't hold his teacup steady.

On the contrary, Grindelwald showed a meaningful expression, and his face was determined to win.

"Salazar hopes to give Tom a chance..." Dumbledore pondered for a long time. "Harry, you are the one involved in this matter, your decision—" Dumbledore looked up.

"I agree. Of course, the main soul is my enemy and a lunatic. I will give the Horcruxes a chance..." He looked at the destroyed Horcruxes on the table, "It seems that I only have one choice gone."

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It feels like the storyline has fallen apart.I write fairy tales, I write fairy tales!fairy tale! (under self-hypnosis).