The light in the Pig Head Bar was very dim, and you could vaguely see a person sitting there, Harry opened his mouth wide and was Principal Dumbledore!

Why is he here? Shouldn't he fight outside? Is it a one-on-one contest between Voldemort and Professor Hepp? President Dumbledore wouldn't praise the spirit of fair fighting? Harry's mind was in a mess, and he didn't hear Sirius greeting him. He pushed open the door blankly.

Fox, standing on the stand, flew in. It circled around the house for two times, and seemed to be unable to find a place to settle down, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Harry? What did you see?" Sirius and others walked carefully behind, and with the help of the faint light of the heads of a few small candles, they saw the only person in the room, "Principal Dumbledore?" they shouted incredibly.

"Ah, it's you," Dumbledore said softly, turning his head to Fox on his shoulder, and reproachingly said: "You shouldn't have brought them here."

Fox tweeted softly.

"President Dumbledore, we have important information to tell you," Harry said anxiously: "Vodemort obtained Salazar Slytherin's snake stick-"

"I know, Minerva told me through the patron saint." Dumbledore played with the teacup calmly.

"And -- the principal of Iphamoni was killed by Voldemort."

"I know, too," Dumbledore said softly: "Professor Fontana...he shouldn't have died."

"I also know how to use the Snake Guy to control the Snake Staff to hibernate, and I can help," said Harry.

"May not, Harry," Dumbledore interrupted, his azure-blue eyes looking at Harry through transparent lenses, "No." He repeated, "You are not the master of that wand, and it will not listen to you, especially when it is held in the hands of the real master. And it is too dangerous to let you join the battlefield, and I cannot agree."

Harry was speechless and the excitement of seeing Principal Dumbledore at first disappeared.

"President Dumbledore, have you not joined the battle? Then is Professor Hepp the only one fighting outside now?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Yes, Miss Granger." Dumbledore said calmly, not seeming to realize the hidden meaning in her words.

"But why - let the professor alone - the Auror of the Ministry of Magic-" Hermione stuttered.

"That's a long story," Dumbledore's tone was still calm. He looked down at his empty teacup: "For example, Voldemort did not choose the battlefield we booked, and for example, I was so stubborn before... the reaction may be half a beat slower than usual, and after the incident happened, I had to take time to protect others... But the real reason for letting me sit here and have to drink tea was that Felix stopped me."

"What?" Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Today three people brought me messages, but only Felix's news made me most excited," Dumbledore said. "I had to restrain myself... because I know that we are not ready yet and the conditions are far from mature."

"But if you join forces with Professor Hepp-" Harry said anxiously.

"This is the key. Defeating or driving Voldemort away is not what we want, keeping him." Dumbledore looked at them with a wry smile: "Felix is ​​fighting outside, and I am thinking about countermeasures and how to play... I know very well that even if Felix and I join forces, they will not be able to keep him, and will only scare him away. Unless he is more conceited and confident of winning, or-" He hesitated for a moment, thinking about the information Felix told him.

Felix can see the broken soul...

"——Or make him become a frightened bird, and be in a panic all day long, revealing his flaws." He said softly.

Everyone looked at him inexplicably, but Dumbledore had no intention of explaining. He raised his head, as if suddenly interested in the ceiling above his head.

After a while.

Dumbledore suddenly moved. He took off his gloves that had been wearing for nearly two months and showed his right hand. His slender palm immediately changed - he lost water a little, as if he was burned by invisible flames, becoming both dry and charred, and finally like a piece of coke just taken out of the hot fireplace.

Dumbledore raised his hand, looked closer to his hand, then used his complete left hand to take out a black gem ring from his pocket and put it on his hand.

"President Dumbledore." Harry held his breath, "Your hand—"

Is it a disguise? Or is it really hurt? That's why he has been wearing gloves? His memory has become clear. Principal Dumbledore seems to be wearing white gloves in several appearances since the start of the semester.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Dumbledore shook his head, "Let's go, let's end the battle."

He stood up and his body began to radiate powerful energy.

Although Harry didn't understand Principal Dumbledore's meaning, at least he knew that the principal had decided to join the battle. This message was exciting enough. He had imagined Voldemort's escape in his mind. They pushed open the broken door and walked out.

A thin figure wrapped in a robe turned around the corner and ran towards the crowd.

Harry concentratingly identified, "It might be Malfoy." He said in surprise, wasn't he hiding in Mrs. Mokin's robe shop?

"Draco Malfoy? He is here with you too?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yes." Harry said vaguely, he did not want the principal to continue asking questions, because it involved Sirius's plan to recite the forgetting curse to the students. Although he knew that Snape would not miss the opportunity to complain, he still hoped that Principal Dumbledore would know as later as possible.

Fortunately, Principal Dumbledore didn't ask much, and he nodded slightly.

"You stand behind the crowd, don't come forward, don't show your head." Dumbledore said seriously at the door, with the sign of boar heads creaking above them. "Sirius, watch them."

"Yes, Principal Dumbledore." Sirius whispered. He hadn't dared to look Dumbledore in the eyes since he came in, even though he thought he was right.

The battle in the distance had reached its most intense moment. The earth was full of holes and various magic traces could be seen. They approached quietly, and no one noticed them. The wizards watching the battle were intoxicated.

The two people in the battle were far beyond their understanding, let alone intervening, and the dozen or so puppet guards who broke all over the ground were the price of getting rashly approaching.

"Keep distance, don't you want to be burned to death by Lihuo, do you shouted Ms. Borns. A group of Aurors and strikers stood in front of everyone and divided the battlefield. But standing in front was a row of tall and burly puppet guards - one-third of the large-scale purchases of the Ministry of Magic were here.

These puppet guards neatly supported magic barriers, bearing the aftermath of the battle.

In the distance, Voldemort's Fire Snake and Felix's Fire Dragon shaped by the Light Fire Curse collided violently. The two seemed to be incompatible with water and fire. Each collision would sprinkle large pieces of red and white flame fragments, which fell to the ground, burning the ground into charred pieces.

Stones constantly cracked under the burning of cold air and flames.

Harry looked around and finally found Malfoy in a corner. He was wearing a large cloak and covered himself tightly. Harry could only barely recognize it through his gray eyes and pointed chin.

At this moment, Draco Malfoy's eyes were staring at the battlefield. He truly felt the combat power and oppression of the world's top wizards - a world of difference from what he saw from his father.

Harry couldn't guess what Malfoy was thinking at the moment, but at least he knew that he must be very excited now, much more excited than the house elf standing in the trash can next to him watching the game... Hey, where did the house elf come from?
Chapter completed!