Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Don't be silly, old man!" Moody cursed, dragging him. "Go, go back to the castle!"

Dumbledore had to turn back and speak to the non-existent person: "Ariana...waiting for me..."

Everyone dragged Dumbledore back to the headmaster's office. Fortunately, it was still early and no one saw him on the road. Dumbledore sat in the chair for a long time as if paralyzed, before regaining his headmaster's majesty.

"Severus, can you see what this is?" Dumbledore asked weakly.

"It seems to be the curse of life, an ancient curse, to be cast at the cost of a part of one's own soul." Snape paced around the headmaster's room, "No one usually wants to cast such a curse, but apparently, the Dark Lord Don't care about the soul."

"In other words, in addition to the injury of his soul, the headmaster is also cursed with his body?" Mag asked nervously.

"Yes, the damage of the soul... can be restored a little, but the life force is cursed... This is disgusting, Dumbledore's magic is hardly affected, but the body will continue to weaken, age, and even finally... can't take it. Move the wand." Snape sneered sarcastically, "I'm really looking forward to... seeing the most magical man in the world--he can't hold his wand."

"You—" Black seemed to want to rush up to hit Snape, but Lupin held him down.

"How long can I live?" Dumbledore didn't seem to care.

"A few months...maybe a year," Snape said indifferently, "I may be able to concoct a potion that suppresses that curse and activates the life force within you, barely able to live for two years. "

"Hmm—" Dumbledore nodded, pondering something.

"Don't bother, I can save your life." Lockhart stood up and the whole office looked at him.

Lockhart took out a red gem, which Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall recognized at a glance, Moody looked at it suspiciously, and Black and Lupin looked blank.

"what is this?"

"Gidro, how did you get it!" Dumbledore's eyes instantly became sharp, and a huge spiritual force poured out, and he even unceremoniously cast a rude Legilimency on Lockhart.

Lockhart took a few steps back and reluctantly used Occlumency to resist: "Nicole Lemay gave it to me!"

Moody took a few steps to Lockhart, blocking Dumbledore's gaze, "Calm down, you crazy old man!"

The huge mental power instantly retracted into Dumbledore's body, and Lockhart was in a bad mood: "Dumbledore! I just thought you were an old man worthy of sympathy, and you ruined my goodwill."

"I'm sorry, Gilderoy, . . . this thing is no trivial matter, I have to figure it out--blame me, I got burned by Voldemort's soul, I should have thought, if Nicole really did the second, he It will definitely be for the last person to help him erase his memory." Dumbledore sincerely apologized to Lockhart.

Lockhart lowered his face and placed the Philosopher's Stone on Dumbledore's table.

Moody and Snape rushed over a few steps, and Moody watched with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

"This is the Philosopher's Stone?" Moody made no secret of his greed. "Yeah, if you want to take it and run."

"Show me, Mad Eye." Snape couldn't hide his excitement, "Brand new Philosopher's Stone!"

"Don't get excited, Nicole Lemay will give it to me, I will take it out, can't you guess it has a huge flaw." Lockhart sat back on the sofa.

"What flaw, come on, little Gilderoy!" Moody looked back at Lockhart, and Snape turned to him.

"It will permanently decay the mana, as Headmaster Dumbledore should know."

Dumbledore nodded, Moody reluctantly handed the Philosopher's Stone to Snape, Snape admired it carefully for a while, and gave it to Dumbledore in admiration.

"Is this the real Philosopher's Stone?" Lupin and McGonagall both asked curiously.

"If it's a fake," Lockhart said lazily.

"Then, the simplest plan I just thought of may be invalidated, let's see how much power I have left to dispel the entire curse." Dumbledore picked up the Philosopher's Stone.

A burst of bright red light gushed out from the Philosopher's Stone, enveloped Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's complexion improved at a speed visible to the naked eye...

"Stop after dispelling the curse, Dumbledore, don't put yourself back in your twenties, then you'll really be a Muggle," Lockhart reminded.

"You don't say that I really have this urge." Dumbledore nodded with a smile, and put down the Philosopher's Stone.

"It's true, it's too obvious." Moody stared at Dumbledore's face. At this time, Dumbledore was in better shape than he was before he destroyed the ring. Although he still had a white beard and white hair, he exuded a youthful look. breath.

"How much?" Lockhart asked curiously.

"Not small, I lost almost a quarter of my magic power, but it feels so good to be young! I almost want to find a girl to fall in love with." Dumbledore quipped. Lockhart was numb for a while, you fucking gay, what are you pretending to be.

"Then, I'll give you back the Philosopher's Stone, using almost half of the power in it."

Lockhart nodded and picked up the magic stone. The luster of the magic stone dimmed a lot, but the breath was still strong.

"Gildrow, lend me a look, maybe I can remove the Dark Mark from the Dark Lord." Snape looked at Lockhart eagerly.

"I can't guess. The Dark Mark is a contract, not a physical injury." Lockhart threw the stone to Snape. After Snape received it, he injected magic power. Unfortunately, he only looked a little younger, and he was disappointed. put down.

"Can you lend me some time to study, the greatest invention in the history of alchemy, which will be of great help to me in developing a new healing potion."

"Give me a leg first!" Moody viciously snatched the Philosopher's Stone from Snape's hand.

"I don't know if I can restore my mutilated body..." Lockhart wanted to explain.

Moody roughly ripped off the prosthetic leg and poured magic into the Philosopher's Stone.

"Hahaha, it works!" Moody exclaimed cheerfully, his legs slowly getting longer.

"Pay attention to the speed of your mana consumption, Alastor! This is a permanent consumption and will not be restored!" Dumbledore reminded loudly.

"It's within my acceptable range!" Moody exclaimed nonchalantly.

Half a minute later, a new white and tender leg appeared in front of everyone.

"How much magic power is lost?" McGonagall asked.

"A lot less than Dumbledore's, maybe one-tenth. At least my combat effectiveness will increase a lot." Moody said happily, "It seems that repairing a stump is less expensive than prolonging life. How do you Don't take it out sooner, little Gilderoy."

"It's amazing!" Lockhart wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone back. "It's a healing artifact."

"However, there are very few wizards who lack arms and legs, and they are of little use." Black poured cold water over there. Lockhart felt that it was reasonable, and instantly felt that the Philosopher's Stone was tasteless.

"Aren't you going to restore your eyes, Alastor," Dumbledore asked with interest.

"No, the magic eye is much better than the naked eye." Moody said gruffly, and performed a trick with the magic eye. "Dumbledore, get me some pants and shoes."

"What a waste of treasure!" Snape snatched the Philosopher's Stone distressedly, to see how much energy was left in it, "Gidro, can you lend me some time to study it."

"You are free." Lockhart shrugged. "Return it to me before the summer vacation. I travel with a sense of security."

"It's settled, I owe you a favor, Gilderoy." Snape walked out of the principal's office holding the Philosopher's Stone. Lockhart had never seen him so excited. He was an academic lunatic.

"We've destroyed two of Voldemort's Horcruxes now, but we don't even know how many are left, let alone where," Dumbledore said.

"Keep looking until you find them all!" Moody walked around the office excitedly on his new legs.

"I will, I will go out and look for clues, I won't stay at school all the time, I'll leave the matter here to you, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded, seeming to be full of motivation, wishing to immediately give all of Voldemort's Horcruxes Turn it out.

"Don't worry, I will take care of everything in the school, not to mention Severus and Gilderoy to help me." McGonagall agreed, she was used to doing everything the principal should do, Dumbledore was more like is a spiritual leader.

"Thank you very much, I now believe even more that I can defeat Voldemort again. It's getting late, everyone should go back, go to class when it's time for class, and don't make the students wait."

The crowd dispersed, and Mag hurried to class.