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Chapter 246 The Miserable Future of Harry Potter

"Calm down, Amber."

Seeing that Amber was about to leave just like that, Dumbledore stood up and stood in front of him.

"We didn't want you to deal with Voldemort, in fact. You really can't deal with this Voldemort.

Hearing Dumbledore's statement, Amber stopped, but still stared at the old man in front of him with suspicious eyes.

Facing Amber's questioning gaze, Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly.

"You and I both know, Amber, that both you and I are just foreshadowing when it comes to dealing with Voldemort."

"So, you want to rely on Harry?"

Amber stared at Dumbledore who nodded, his eyes widened, and he laughed angrily.

"I said Professor, are you old and confused?"

"Harry's current strength is that of an ordinary second-year student, Voldemort, who even I can't handle. What do you expect him to do? Death?"

"Not so, Amber, you may have misunderstood me a little. 39

In the face of An 29 Bo's rude remarks, Dumbledore was not angry.

He patted Amber on the shoulder and motioned for him to take his seat again, while he stood beside the bird stand. Reaching out and teasing Fox, who is ignoring everything.

"Since we know that Voldemort has traveled back in time through that painting, it's good to let him stay in the past in peace."

"People today cannot change the past, and all the past that can be changed is the future."

Although Dumbledore's words sounded quite esoteric, all who could sit here were masters in a certain field.

Even Amber agreed with Dumbledore's words.

"So, as long as we get that painting done, we can make Voldemort completely disappear from the world for a while."

"And using this time, we need to officially start training Harry.

"—Dumbledore, don't forget your promise to me—"

Suddenly, Snape interrupted Dumbledore arrogantly, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore's eyes, his tone indifferent and firm.

"Of course, Severus, we never forget, but that's part of the plan.

Snape's sudden move didn't change Dumbledore's mind.

He still laid out his plans calmly, and in just a few minutes, Harry's schedule for the next year was clearly arranged.

Countless professors teaching alone, for Harry, is an extremely cruel thing.

"Tsk tsk, I can imagine how miserable Harry will be next year.

Listening to Dumbledore's arrangement, Amber kept shaking his head while holding the black tea, praying devoutly for Harry from the bottom of his heart.

After such a series of teachings, Harry won't have any spare time next year.

Even Quidditch, which he had always valued the most, had become a distant dream.

"It's a necessary sacrifice, Amber, and you know the trade-offs best.

Amber nodded, he had given up more than Harry for his own ideals.

But that was exactly what he didn't like about Dumbledore.

Everything Amber gave up was his own choice.

Whether it was Hermione or Lilith, he never asked others to go his own way.

Unlike Dumbledore, he arranged Harry clearly.

Harry's every step was on the footprints carefully planned by Dumbledore, like a marionette, without any choice of his own.

Listening to the group of professors who were assigned an educational mission by Dumbledore, Amber said nothing.

He would not allow Dumbledore to make decisions for himself, nor would he interfere with Dumbledore's decisions.

So after everyone was assigned tasks, Amber got up immediately, followed the four deans, and walked out of the principal's office together.

Watching the door of the principal's office slowly closing, Nick Lemay, who was sitting there, looked up at Dumbledore.

"Are you sure you won't show him that book?

Watching Dumbledore take the book from the shelf and turn to the page with Amber's silhouette, Nicole May said involuntarily.

"No need, he will come down this path by himself.

Dumbledore shook his head, his tone indifferent, but full of assurance.

"As I said just now, history cannot be changed, and all the history that it thinks to change is just a given future.

With a snap, he closed the book in his hand, and under the half-moon glasses, Dumbledore's wise eyes could not be hidden.

"He will pass. And it's his own choice.

Amber didn't know about the conversation between the two mature guys.

He eagerly bid farewell to several deans. Following behind Snape, he slowly walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

"What else do you see in your memory?"

He was silent all the way, and when he finally reached the stairs of the lower cellar, Snape suddenly turned around, stared straight into Amber's eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Professor, you better not know.

Avoiding Snape's almost human eyes, Amber's tone was flat.

But Snape didn't appreciate it, and kept asking.

"There's something else in there, isn't it?

Snape's hands clasped hard against Amber's shoulders, but he was easily avoided.

Amber's movements were extremely delicate, and within the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Snape and walked straight towards the stairs.

"Professor, there are some things I don't tell you, it's for your own good.

"If you have any doubts, you can go to the principal's office and ask Dumbledore. 35

Seeing Amber disappear at the end of the stairs, Snape stood still, motionless.

In the end, his robes rolled behind him, and walked back to his office without saying a word, slammed the door shut, and there was no movement.

The sound of Snape's door closing resounded throughout the cellar, and Amber, who was walking alone in the far corridor, was relieved to hear the heavy door closing.

He did see something else in that memory, but it had nothing to do with Hogwarts.

Amber didn't believe that with Dumbledore's ability, he couldn't break through the fog of memory.

Since the old bee did not take the initiative to mention it, it naturally pretended not to know.

In particular, this secret also involves some other vital people.

"It seems that I can't go to Nurmengard these days, and the old man is starting to get uneasy.

Back in the dormitory, Amber lay on the bed, twisted his body comfortably, and closed his eyes.

Before falling asleep, he was still muttering indistinctly:

"Dark Lord? Hehe, this title is not so simple.