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Doubtful, shocked, and silent, when Remy told Dumbledore what he had discovered in his ear, Dumbledore's face had completely darkened, like a prelude to a storm.

At this moment, he gave people such a strong sense of oppression that Harry, who was standing at the door, lowered his head at a loss and did not even dare to look at Dumbledore, just like he did every time he made a mistake and was caught.

But soon Harry realized that something was not right. He had not made any mistake today. He was here to seek help. He was so guilty!

"Principal Dumbledore, did Remy tell you about my situation? Do you know what happened to my body?" Harry raised his head and asked.

"I probably know something about it...come here." Dumbledore said.

While asking Harry to come over, Dumbledore also stood up and walked out from behind the desk in front of Harry.

He leaned down and looked at Harry up and down with a pair of bright and sharp eyes like an eagle's eye, and finally settled on the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and his right hand unconsciously raised to point at Harry's lightning scar.

"what!!!"

A sharp burning sensation emerged from the lightning scar, causing Harry to scream in pain and quickly retreat away from Dumbledore's touch.

Seeing Harry's reaction, Dumbledore's already serious expression became even more serious.

"Remy, please do me a favor and invite Professor Gellert over. This time, I think I need his help." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Ok."

Remy nodded and disappeared in a flash - he could also use Apparition freely in Hogwarts Castle.

Less than five seconds later, Grindelwald, wearing a nightgown and holding a red wine glass, appeared in the principal's office with Remy with a confused look on his face.

Before Dumbledore could say anything, Grindelwald let out a light sigh when he saw Harry.

"Huh? Harry, come here." Grindelwald said after handing the red wine glass to Remy.

Harry, who had not yet recovered from the previous pain, gritted his teeth and walked to Grindelwald.

The next moment, another finger touched his forehead, causing him to tremble in fright.

However, this time there was no burning sensation in the lightning scar. Instead, there was a warm feeling, as comfortable as taking a hot bath after three days and nights of exhaustion. Harry couldn't help but close his eyes and let out a groan. .

After a while, when Harry opened his eyes again, he was stunned.

Black smoke, black smoke everywhere, the diffuse black smoke surrounded him.

On the opposite side, Grindelwald, Remy, and Dumbledore all looked at him with frowns.

"It seems that your judgment is right, Remy." Dumbledore said.

"What's right?" Harry asked quickly: "That means the thing that appears in my body is not Obscurus, right? Then will I still die?"

"Of course not, not if you don't use its power anymore," Remy said.

"Huh? What if I...continue to use its power?" Harry asked reluctantly.

"What do you think?" Grindelwald asked, "The more often you use it, the faster your life will pass."

How could this be?

I finally gained great strength, why does it have such side effects?

This is too unfair!

Looking at Harry who lowered his head and clenched his fists, Dumbledore's eyes were full of worry.

"Harry, don't be obsessed with power. I know that this kind of powerful power is very fascinating, but you must also know that no power can be obtained out of thin air. The more magical the power, the greater the price." Deng Bullido said.

Harry nodded and was about to say something, but something suddenly occurred to him and he was a little unconvinced.

"What about Remy? What happened to his strength?" Harry asked: "He was able to fight head-on with Voldemort in the first grade. His strength was not developed by himself, right?"

Dumbledore:  …

Glancing at Remy, Dumbledore didn't know what to say to Harry for a moment.

It was obvious that Remy was the bug in his words just now, a living and irrefutable bug!

And Remy himself fell silent.

If he was usually asked this kind of question by others, he would definitely boast about it, but facing Harry at the moment, Remy couldn't feel relaxed.

The abnormality that happened to Harry was obviously related to him, if not directly then certainly indirectly.

After all, this kind of thing could happen in the original novel!

"Everyone has their own talents and opportunities. I am luckier and my power has no side effects." Remy said: "If you are interested, I don't mind sharing my method with you, but not now. After solving the hidden dangers in your body."

"Why?" Harry asked, "How are you going to solve it? Kill it or something?"

Seeing Harry's attitude, Grindelwald frowned and was about to say something, when Remy suddenly stepped forward to block him.

"If possible, I would prefer to remove its side effects so that you can fully master that power... Your hidden danger now lies in this, you cannot fully master that power." Remy said.

"Oh? What should I do? Communicate with it more?" Harry asked.

"On the contrary, not only can you not use that power, let alone communicate with it." Remy said: "You have been affected by it now. The more you communicate, the more you will be controlled by it instead of controlling it."

"Being controlled by it?" Harry frowned: "But if I don't communicate with it, won't I be affected by it? Maybe I can become friends with it!"

Harry raised his head, his eyes shining with determination and confidence.

"It was born in my body. We are one. I believe I can become a very good friend with it!" Harry said.

"It is as difficult for you to become friends with it as it is to become friends with Voldemort." Remy said: "It is even more difficult than becoming friends with Voldemort."

Harry's eyes widened: "How is that possible? Voldemort and I are..."

"Harry, although it was born in your body, it is a parasitic dark magic creature. Its only goal after its birth is to kill you and occupy your body." Grindelwald interrupted.

"Parasite? Occupy my body?" Harry was startled: "Professor, you mean it is the same as the fictional black devil in the game after Dark Tide produced by Remy? Are you trying to scare me?"

"You don't think that the Dark Lord is Remy who just made it up out of thin air, do you?" Grindelwald asked with deep meaning.

Seeing that Harry was finally frightened, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and let Harry go back to the dormitory to rest.

After sending Harry away, the atmosphere in the principal's office suddenly became more depressed. The three of them opened the skylight to speak openly and immediately started a discussion.