MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 62 30 years old?

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Dumbledore appeared very suddenly, and his spell was released extremely quickly, hitting Asker almost at the same time he appeared.

Asker turned his back to Dumbledore. No matter what he thought, he was dazed and about to fall asleep. He would definitely be hit by this spell, but he turned over at this moment, and the spell was rubbing against him. The bridge of his nose hit his pillow, and a crimson flame ignited his pillow and burned toward his hair.

"what!!!"

Asked subconsciously exclaimed, grabbed the pillow with his hand and threw it out forcefully. He looked at the pillow that was rapidly burning in the air and turned into a plume of black smoke, and patted his chest with lingering fears. After the initial panic, he calmed down and turned his head to look at the bedside, which had long been empty, with a very painful expression on his face.

"There's no end to it, I've been chasing them all here, I really hold revenge..."

Asker mistook the attacker for Regulus Black and thought it was Regulus who came back to take revenge on him. This is also a good thing. If he knew that the person who attacked him was Dumbledore, he still didn't know what would happen.

The pillow was burnt out like this, and Ask had to go to another hospital bed to get a new one, but it wasn't as comfortable as before, but he could only get over it.

"Hehe, rest in peace, and then...hehehe..."

Asker smirked like a lunatic in the ward, but Dumbledore had already returned to his office. There was a person waiting for him here, and it was Snape who had never appeared before.

Still with a paralyzed face, Snape said to Dumbledore in a non-bullying voice, "What did you do when you went out just now?"

"It's nothing, I've had a bit more for dinner, go for a walk." Dumbledore said with a smile, he sat down in his seat, took out a box of candies from the drawer, and watched Snape's disgusting gaze. After eating most of the box of cockroaches, I wiped my mouth, "Today's harvest is still very big, and many questions have been answered."

Snape snorted, "Like?"

Dumbledore shook his head and asked, "Severus, have you ever regretted it?"

"Why do you need to ask?" Snape frowned and asked, "How about you?"

Feeling the displeasure in Snape's tone, Dumbledore smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "There are many things I regret, but some of them are unimportant and will be forgotten in a blink of an eye, but there are some things that will not last until I lie down in the coffin. will regret."

"for example?"

Dumbledore blinked: "For example, I should have let the Sorting Hat sort you into Gryffindor."

"This should be the kind that will be forgotten in a blink of an eye."

"No, this is one of the things I regret the most. Some of you have the wrong college assignment..."

Before Dumbledore's words could be finished, Branching Shigeru, who was lying on the shelf in the corner of the office, was awake and snorted at Dumbledore in a fit of rage.

"Dumbledore, you old fool, my judgment is to follow the students' own wishes. If this yellow-faced man was determined to go to Gryffindor, how could I have put him in Slytherin? I warn you, Dumbledore, if you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not I put Gryffindor's great sword in your chrysanthemum while you slept!"

Snape: "..."

Dumbledore: "..."

There was an embarrassing silence. After a while, the Sorting Hat continued to sleep soundly, and Dumbledore wiped the sweat from his forehead in relief, and said helplessly to Snape, who was holding back a smile that caused his facial muscles to twist. : "Laugh if you want, there's no one else here..."

Originally, Snape couldn't hold back, but when Dumbledore said this, he didn't know where he used the strength to suppress the urge to laugh.

"I think although that broken hat..."

Like Dumbledore, Snape was interrupted by the Sorting Hat before he could finish his sentence.

"You are the broken hat, your whole family is a broken hat! No, your hat is green, ahhhahahaha, I remembered, you are the one..."

This time, the Sorting Hat shut up and rolled itself into a ball, like a ball of wool, and never moved again.

Withdrew his wand, Snape turned his head to look at Dumbledore as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "You are too indulgent."

"It's an antique after all, and what it says sometimes makes sense."

"Like a Gryffindor sword..."

"Cough, let's get down to business..." Dumbledore coughed a few times, "Severus, you are lucky, at least you are luckier than me."

Snape frowned, he felt something was wrong with Dumbledore tonight, "Dumbledore, what are you trying to say?"

"I once had a sincere family love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I regretted it after I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this..." Dumbledore first said a paragraph to let Snape If he didn't realize it, but he had goosebumps all over, he smiled bitterly and said as if to himself, "If only that guy was born thirty years earlier, how enviable and jealous... that person ...Severus, you're really lucky."

Dumbledore's emotions were extremely boring to Snape, of course, because he didn't know what Dumbledore saw on this day~www.novelbuddy.com~know. If he was Dumbledore, I'm afraid he's already doing something terrible.

"If you are sick, I have medicine here."

"Is there a sugar lemon flavor?"

"No."

"This is possible, and it will definitely be very popular."

"This really isn't there."

"That's really a pity..."

After a nutritious conversation, both Dumbledore and Snape were silent, and after a while, Dumbledore waved at Snape, indicating that he could leave.

"I'm tired"

Snape didn't say anything this time, he turned around neatly and left, and before leaving, he didn't forget to put a bottle of potion on Dumbledore's table.

Dumbledore picked up the medicine bottle and poured a few pills into his mouth, his face suddenly squeezed into a ball like a wrinkled orange.

"Cough, it's really bitter..."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and put the medicine bottle into the drawer, grabbed the cup and sipped a few sips of herbal tea, and the bitterness in his mouth was a little lighter.

"If he had been born 30 years earlier, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to resist killing him... That's why you told me, because I'm one of the very few people who knows it and won't hurt him, because His archives and reads are of no help in my business..."

"If I had been born thirty years earlier..."

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