"Where is him?" Abuforth asked with a fierce expression.

"Go away." Dumbledore said, closing his eyes. Abuforth made a weird expression. For a moment, Harry next to him even thought he was going to yell, but Abuforth just stared at Dumbledore with a gloomy face.

"Think you..." he muttered, and after a while, he said, "Where is the key?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at Felix. Felix stretched out his hand expressionlessly. Countless tiny ancient magical texts gathered between his fingers, and finally condensed a substantial key. He threw the key to Abuforth.

"Philius, please come and take Albufos to Classroom 7," Dumbledore said.

"Oh, uh, OK, Principal Dumbledore," said Professor Frievey obediently. "Dumbley—well, please come with me."

Abforth stared at the key in his hand, then looked at Dumbledore sitting on the sofa, "Thank you." He muttered vaguely, and left with the short Professor Flitvie.

In the office, Dumbledore, Felix, Harry and Snape were left at this moment.

Snape's eyes swam around the office and finally fell on Dumbledore, "Do you still need me to guard the gate? There were many professors gathered below, and they all wanted to know more inside information. I wonder if you heard Hagrid's loud voice... Professor McGonagall walked in a hurry and said nothing."

"Is Pomona back?" Dumbledore asked.

"As far as I know, there isn't." Snape whispered.

"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."

Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, his expression became cold. He shook his sleeves and left the office with a stern face. Dumbledore seemed to have not realized it and asked Harry to sit opposite him.

"Harry, Harry," Dumbledore said almost whispered: "I have been thinking for a long time and have been hesitating whether to tell you directly. Maybe you will burst out with powerful power just by just waiting for the predetermined fate so passively..."

"I'm going to die?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly, but his eyes were very calm.

Dumbledore looked at him lovingly, and for a while, he spoke again.

"You will survive in the end, I promise you, Harry. But - yeah, you do need to die last time." He took out the resurrection stone ring from his pocket and put it on. Harry and Felix stared at his hand, which was thin and slender, and shiny at the moment.

Dumbledore shook the ring, "Look, I will protect you."

Harry pursed his lips, "What do I do?"

"You must be killed by Voldemort once, it must be him, you can guess the reason without me telling me. Voldemort is now transferred to the Slytherin Chamber. Felix and I made some changes there to make you let go. Of course, you can't just appear in front of Voldemort, he knows you are a Horcrux and cannot kill you."

"That--"

"But there happens to be someone in the school who can appear in front of Voldemort openly without worrying about arousing any suspicion - I'm not saying Voldemort trusts him, on the contrary, it's very likely-"

"Snape." Harry said suddenly.

Dumbledore stopped talking and said with a smile: "That's right. It seems you understand."

Harry nodded.

"I need weapons, my own wand can't be used."

"Severus is outside." Dumbledore nodded, "Oh, by the way, maybe you will use it-Voldemort's wand is in the drawer on the left side of my desk, and you've seen it, the handle is like a beast's claw."

Harry was silent for a moment, stood up, walked around the sofa, pulled open the long-legged table drawer to pull out a magic wand from it.

After thinking about it, Harry placed his wand on the table.

"Will you be with me?" He walked to the door and looked at Dumbledore.

"Yes I will."

Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

The door closed from behind, and Harry heard a crisp phoenix sound. He was stunned for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and the spiral stairs began to descend. Finally, the wall in front of him cracked and the light in the corridor shone in.

Six or seven professors gathered in the corridor. They whispered and looked at the stone monster.

"Harry!" Hagrid shouted, waving his arm to signal him to pass.

But Harry walked straight to Snape, and the two stared at each other.

"I need your wand."

Snape looked at him coldly.

"I need your wand - avenge her." Harry finished speaking.

Snape slowly took out his wand from his robe, looking at him with his eyes hollow, his voice croaking.

"Birch, thirteen and one-half inch, the core of the staff is the dragon heartstring."

"Thank you," Harry said, swaying his wand twice, as if trying to hold it in his hand, and then he pointed the wand at himself. Hagrid made a loud inhalation.

Harry's face began to deform, his figure was stretched out, his figure became thinner, his skin was dull, and the scars on his forehead disappeared little by little...

He became Snape.

Then Harry pointed at himself with his wand, and his clothes turned into a wide black robe.

Haeger was shocked and rubbed his eyes hard, and half of the words stuck in his throat and couldn't speak. Other professors were also startled. Someone whispered: "Animagus can greatly promote the level of deformity."

"But Porter has only been in control for less than two months."

Harry was quickly adapting to the changes in his body. He recalled Snape's walking posture in his mind and found that he was unexpectedly familiar. He walked a few steps back and forth, and soon found the feeling--he striding, his black clothes raised high, like two deadly poisonous snakes. As he passed by Hagrid, he stopped and grinned.
Chapter completed!