harleyscars Chapter 439 Who deceived others and tricked themselves into it?
Chapter 439 Who deceived others and tricked themselves into it?
A few days before Scrimgeour was elected, Dumbledore received a letter from the "Royal Steward" from Tita.
It was said that the crown prince was seriously ill and was recuperating in the palace for a few days.
This made the old man a little worried.
acute disease……
He was clearly fine before, but was he sick because Harry couldn't be found?
The more Dumbledore thought about it, the more it made sense, and he quickly grabbed Grindelwald and asked.
The former Demon King was dismissive.
The former Demon King frowned.
Grindelwald said disgustedly, "I thought Alexia gave birth to a crying baby before, but now it seems that she is still a medicine jar?"
Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and looked at him over his half-moon glasses with a slight accusation.
Grindelwald sighed and surrendered, "Okay, okay. I'll go see this incompetent boy - you ask which castle he is in?"
Dumbledore: …
Sure enough, since we are both nobles, when we ask which castle is the first one... does this mean that the other party has many castles?
The poor old principal was shocked.
He asked Tita to wait, and then wrote back a letter, asking Tita to take it to Allen.
The letter was received by Alan.
But he didn't reply.
He didn't want to trust the principal anymore, after all, the other party had never been firmly on his side.
Allen rubbed Tita gently and scratched the little guy's chin.
Tita narrowed her eyes comfortably.
It was now rounder and rounder, and Allen could barely hold the little guy's neck with one hand.
Allen couldn't help but smile, tilted his head and said, "Lance, you should let it eat less. Which owl doesn't grow taller, just meat? What if one day it can't fly anymore?" "
Lance responded with a smile.
Tita was squinting her eyes in comfort, but when she heard this, she was stunned. She angrily avoided Allen's hand and screamed, causing the hair on her body to explode.
It fluttered its wings and flew up, as if to prove that it was still very strong. Then it pecked at Lance next to it and flew away angrily.
Allen leaned against the head of the bed, almost falling over with laughter.
He calmed his breath and said, "Even if it is angry, we can no longer tolerate it. It is an eagle, how do you know what is good for it?"
Lance's smile faded, and worry filled his eyes at the same time.
He couldn't help but ask, "Then you know?"
Allen paused and turned to look at the knight commander who was facing the light.
He couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but he could see the other person's clenched fists.
Allen was silent for a long time and said softly, "I know, Lance. It's just that some things must be done, even if the pros and cons of success or failure are in front of you."
……
Allen finally met Dumbledore.
Although the current old headmaster was not worth his effort and superficiality, he still wanted to know the whereabouts of Harry.
He could tolerate Harry being alive, but he just wanted to seal the other person's soul. This was already a huge concession, and trying to get him to step back even an inch was all nonsense.
But Allen was too lazy to move.
The Knights outside the school unanimously believe that they now have the capital to face Dumbledore, and there is no need for His Highness to endure the fatigue of blood loss and move positions.
Among them, Lance and Diana were the most determined.
To put it bluntly, everyone is aware of Allen's physical condition these days.
... This blood loss has really hurt His Highness’s core. His Highness usually breathes steadily and moves quickly, but now His Highness is a little unable to do what he does most of the time, and often even needs to adjust his breathing.
Maybe it's because the body's hematopoiesis cannot keep up in the short term and the blood supply is insufficient.
Everyone prayed that this would not be the sequelae of any black magic.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald also found out.
The former Demon King, who didn't pay much attention to it at first, frowned and looked at the boy who was leaning on the bed with his left wrist wrapped in a thick bandage.
The child who once challenged them is now lying on the bed sickly, his face is so pale that there is no trace of blood, even worse than when he suffered a sudden change at the edge of the black lake.
Grindelwald couldn't stand it.
With a dark face, he took out his wand with a tremble of his hand and cast a full body check spell neatly, and then his face turned black.
It took him almost all the willpower he had accumulated over the years to hold back from roaring at this little kid.
"How on earth did you do this to yourself!!!"
Of course, Allen just jumped on the donkey and took the opportunity to show off and make the other party feel guilty.
He blinked his eyes weakly, as if he was so tired that he was about to fall asleep, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it.
"...I'm sorry, uncle."
He breathed out groggily, "...aunt, my father...Harry Potter..."
Dumbledore frowned deeply and sadly, let out a long sigh, sat on the edge of the bed, patted the sleepy boy through the quilt, and comforted him softly, "I will go find him."
Allen looked at him tiredly and closed his eyes heavily.
His breathing was uneven.
This made Ge and Deng even more worried.
Originally, they were a little wary when they entered this villa - there were too many alchemy formations buried here, and there were too many Muggle-born wizards here.
but now……
Dumbledore couldn't bear to say "no" to such a young man.
He couldn't bear to treat Harry, let alone Alan who had to bear so much?He really owed Allen a lot.
He sighed silently and followed Lance out the door.
He asked, "Mr. Loren, no matter what your relationship is, thank you for taking care of him. Allen's situation..."
Lance glanced at him and explained softly, "It's due to excessive blood loss."
He frowned slightly, with heavy worry in his brows, and said,
"I had an appointment with His Highness that day, but after arriving, he never showed up. Miss Diana was a little embarrassed, so she went to call His Highness out for me, but..."
He sighed deeply, looked at Dumbledore in confusion and pain, and said in disbelief,
"You don't know, sir. I don't understand either - His Highness has always been so calm, strong and determined. How could someone like him be so desperate that he wants to slit his wrists?"
Dumbledore shuddered.
...Slit your wrists?
...is it suicide?
Grindelwald frowned strangely, feeling that the boy didn't look like this.
But this seems reasonable.
The old devil thought about it again and again, but he didn't expect that cutting his wrists would be useful.
Lance was still grieving there, as if he just met a reliable elder, and couldn't help pouring out the bitterness in his heart.
"When we went there, the whole bed was covered in blood, falling drop by drop..."
At this point, Lance really couldn't stand it anymore.
He waved his hand apologetically, turned around and held his heart with trembling hands.
...that picture.
...The scene almost appeared in his mind, so vivid that it seemed like it really happened.This made Lance a little exhausted... Even if he just lied, he could hardly do it anymore.
Dumbledore was silent for a while, then felt the former demon holding his wrist comfortingly, and said in a dry voice, "Mr. Loren, take care of Alan... we..."
He said more difficultly, "The crux of what makes him so sad must be found."
Grindelwald unexpectedly and unexpectedly looked at his lover with a troubled expression, and it almost seemed natural in his heart.
- That's right.
If you don't show kindness to your juniors, why should you always devote yourself to your "favorite student"?
He was almost a little proud, but his experience with this faded rose for so long told him that it must not be discovered if it is so quiet.
The two left Windermere.
Allen leaned back on the bed again, watching the pale-faced Lance staggering into the door, and joked,
"Oh, Lance, why are you more of a patient than me? Is Dumbledore so difficult to deal with?"
Lance looked at the Crown Prince who was leaning on the bed, and he breathed a sigh of relief as if relieved, holding on to the table beside him almost exhausted.
He smiled wryly,
"Your Highness, next time you make such a lie, let Diana say it! If you do it a few more times, I really won't be able to bear it anymore."