Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 17 The White Demon King Makes an Oath to Scarface

Upon hearing McGonagall's words, Flitwick exclaimed in shock, "Harry, you actually insulted Professor Snape?"

Harry snorted. "This bastard has been provoking my beard time and time again. How can I not scold him?"

Upon hearing this, McGonagall erupted in anger. "Come with me, Mr. Potter. I trust Professor Dumbledore will make the appropriate judgment on this matter!"

Harry, unfazed, replied, "I do have some important questions to ask you!"

The two of them went to the headmaster's office. McGonagall knocked on the door, opened it, and led Harry in, saying respectfully, "Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. I've brought Mr. Potter with me."

Dumbledore, with his white hair and beard and wearing crescent-shaped glasses, smiled kindly and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Minerva. Please allow me to speak with Harry alone."

McGonagall bowed slightly and left.

Harry glanced around the office; the walls were covered with animated portraits—the portraits of the past headmasters.

On the left cabinet was the Sorting Hat, and on the right hung a birdcage, where a large, reddish-gold bird was dozing off.

Harry was amazed. This bird was so noble, with its long, crimson-gold feathers like a ball of fire. He wondered what kind of spirit bird it was.

"This is a phoenix, its name is Fawkes," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Please sit down, Harry, don't be shy. You haven't had dinner yet, have you? Would you like some cockroach candy?"

Seeing the jar full of live worms in his hand, Harry thought to himself: This old man may have a kind face, but why does he have this strange habit of making tea worms into snacks? Could he also have some kind of foreign blood?

He cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Professor, but I have no appetite."

"Well, it seems I'll have to enjoy it myself." Dumbledore popped a few cockroach candies into his mouth, interlaced his fingers, and said, "I was originally going to talk about you and Snape, but he hasn't arrived yet. How about we talk about you first?"

"Harry, Minerva told me your scar is hurting?"

Harry retorted, "If the headmaster wants to ask, he must answer me first. Does the headmaster know that Hogwarts is in grave danger?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Disaster looms? Why do you say that?"

"Gringotts has been burglarized for two months now, how could the professor not know? What exactly was in that gray cloth bag?"

"Oh dear, Harry, I really can't tell you that, at least not now..."

"That powerful figure is still on the run. If he were to break into Hogwarts, how could the professor protect us?"

"Well, please rest assured, the professors are all powerful wizards."

"If they have already infiltrated the castle and planted spies, how should we respond?"

"Harry, please trust the school's security measures. I will not let any young wizard be in danger."

Harry's words were sharp as swords, while Dumbledore was like a soft lump of dough, offering only vague and evasive answers without saying anything of substance.

Dumbledore frowned slightly at the question, then waved his hand, saying, "Harry, you ask too many questions. Now it's my turn to ask: is your scar really hurting?"

Harry was already fed up with the shoving and shoving, and when he asked about the scar again, he said irritably, "Professor, you're too kind. It'll hurt a little, but it won't kill you."

"...Is that all? Has anything else happened?"

Harry looked around and exclaimed, "Oh dear! The professor has so many questions, and I can't remember any of them!"

Seeing his shameless, roguish demeanor, Dumbledore felt a headache and a heart attack.

Why did Harry turn out like this?

What exactly did the Dursleys do to him?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Harry cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and asked, "Professor, is there anything else?"

Dumbledore knew Harry was annoyed by his cryptic remarks, so he took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and said, "Harry, you can trust me."

"I would give my life to protect you."

He spoke sincerely, but Harry chuckled and said, "Professor, you have such a silver tongue, you've made such a beautiful and eloquent speech."

Dumbledore, at a loss, could only say, "Then what will it take for you to believe me?"

"If the professor dares to swear an oath, I will certainly believe him!"

"Yes, that's fine." Dumbledore grasped Harry's arm. "I can make an unbreakable vow."

This unbreakable oath is a magical contract; if violated, it will surely bring backlash, resulting in death and the extinction of one's soul.

Seeing him swear an oath to the death, Harry also abandoned his joking thoughts, "Since the professor is not afraid of death, I am not afraid of living!"

They clasped arms tightly, their arms bound together by silvery threads. Dumbledore was about to offer his life to protect Harry, but Scarface interrupted him with a shout.

"Professor, you've misunderstood. I only beg you to protect my sisters and brothers!"

Dumbledore frowned. "Your...siblings?"

"Indeed! I have my own ways of protecting myself, but I'm worried about Hagrid, Hermione, and Ron. I hope the professor will protect them!"

Poems as proof:

The oath was made unbreakable, but Dumbledore misunderstood it.

The scarred gentleman worries about the heroes; the bond of brotherhood weighs a thousand pounds.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said gently, "Oh... Harry, I'm sorry I misunderstood you."

"You are an excellent little wizard and a trustworthy little savior."

Harry said, "Don't talk about saving the world, I'm not that kind of person. I just want to kill Voldemort to avenge him."

Dumbledore laughed and said, "Harry, what you want to do is exactly what a savior should do."

After they made this unbreakable vow, Harry told them about the pain in his scars and the nightmares he had been having at night.

Dumbledore listened, closed his eyes, and pondered for a long time. "If it only happens occasionally, then I don't think it's a big problem."

Suddenly, he winked mischievously. "Harry, I have a feeling Severus is coming. I wonder if you could give this old man a break?"

Just then, the door burst open with a bang, and Snape, his hair gleaming, strode in.

"Dumbledore, you're looking for me—oh, Mr. Potter."

Upon seeing Harry, Snape's expression changed. He glared at Dumbledore and said, "If you're going to talk about Potter, then don't call it 'very important'!"

Seeing him turn to leave, Dumbledore quickly called out to him, "Oh, Severus, don't do that, at least let us talk."

The old headmaster intended to act as a mediator and resolve the conflict between Harry and Snape. Before he could even speak, Harry clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed slightly.

It's said that Scarface, once a swaggering scoundrel, has now transformed into a refined gentleman. Dumbledore stared wide-eyed, and Snape was equally bewildered. As for why Harry bowed so respectfully, we'll find out in the next chapter.

P.S.: The author is heartbroken. They wrote it very diligently, but nobody reads it, and the data is practically nonexistent.

Does nobody like this fusion of Water Margin and Harry Potter? Or is the author's writing just so bad, so painful?