Up Ludo's hand.

His hand was grabbed by Du Wei and pressed hard on the diary!

"Relax, take it easy."

Du Wei said cruelly, Ludo let out a deafening roar, and thick smoke came out from where his hand came into contact with the diary!

…

"Ding dong".

This is the sound of ice cubes smashing into the glass.

Dumbledore poured the wine into a glass and took a sip.

His face looked much better.

"Because of your arrogance, huh." Although Snape often used harsh words to mock others, he had never mocked Dumbledore, and this time was an exception.

Because he was really angry.

Because he knew that if Dumbledore really died, he would be alone and taste the taste of loneliness - the pain of Lily's death, Voldemort's secret, his secret, and their cooperation would all be lost because of Dumbledore.

Bullido's death disappeared into thin air.

Everything must be borne by him.

He can't bear it.

Living is more painful than death.

It takes more courage.

"You almost died because you believed Dowey Jones."

Severus said viciously. He took out the potion and asked Dumbledore to drink it. Dumbledore waved his hand and stubbornly indicated that he wanted to drink the potion first and then the potion.

A willful mess.

"It's not because of my arrogance," Dumbledore said. One of his fingers has now turned black, but he doesn't seem to think there is anything wrong with paying such a price. "If it weren't for Dewey Jones,

, next time, when I really meet that thing..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Severus Snape interrupted him.

"Yes, Dumbledore, putting the Horcrux directly on his hand is such a great feat. You should know that Horcruxes are cursed, right?"

Snape said angrily.

Finally, he asked back.

"Yes, yes, that's the case, I know."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "But I still fell into the trap, Severus. At that moment, I desperately wanted to see my sister and my parents..."

Silence, lick your lips, and smile again.

Dumbledore said: "Maybe I'm too old, I'm starting to feel nostalgic all the time."

he said.

"You are not even over two hundred years old!"

Snape retorted.

Dumbledore waved his hand again, "Although this doesn't look very old," he said, "But are you sure you want to discuss this matter with me? About my age?

The question now is not about this, it's about Harry. I finally figured out how many Horcruxes Voldemort has, but it's too early, Severus, it's too early...

Voldemort is developing too fast, and I am not ready for some things."

He looked at his fingers and said, "But my fingers, that doesn't seem like a bad thing.

At least I know, I have never forgiven myself.

Ignoring one's own desires is a terrible thing. Severus, although I paid some price, I finally know how to avoid him. Otherwise, he will appear in my future battles. That's

A very terrible thing.”

He talked a lot with Snape, and like Severus, Dumbledore also knew that he was actually lonely.

He handed the drink to Snape and said, "Would you like some?"

"No."

Snape flatly refused and said: "You should be grateful that your curse is just an insignificant part of that huge curse. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you."

"You can always survive, Severus, don't worry about it."

Dumbledore said that if he did not want to die, then he must admit that ordinary methods could not kill him.

He was left alone in the room again.

Dumbledore sat alone in his chair and waved his wand.

In front of him, the Mirror of Erised gradually appeared before his eyes.

He stood up, a little trembling, as if he was really a terminally ill old man.

He held the Mirror of Erised with one hand, and touched the person in the mirror with the other hand.

He looked at the existence in the mirror greedily and muttered to himself.
Chapter completed!