Chapter 633 - Dumbledore’s Office Ⅲ (1/2)

Unsurprised by the answer, James wilts clenches his hands into fists within his robes. ”I can't just sit and watch those that I love to be killed all over again, Professor Dumbledore!” James flatly retorted. ”I've watched far too many innocent people die because of that madman and I shan't stand aside again!”

”Calm yourself, Mr. Potter,” Albus sternly ordered. ”I have not yet finished speaking.”

Breathing fiercely, James leans back into his chair, and stiffly says, ”Sorry, Professor.”

”It is understandable given the circ.u.mstances, young man,” Albus graciously said. ”Now despite my not being able to employ you as a full-time member of the Order, I can however employ you here at Hogwarts.”

”At Hogwarts?” James said in disbelief. ”Is you know who already recruiting among the Slytherins?”

Albus slowly shakes his head and says, ”No, Mr. Potter. And please call him, Riddle. I do not like giving such a dark wizard power over us with the fear of using his name.”

”Riddle,” James slowly said, wondering if that was a code name of sorts. ”Very well. Then what am I to do?”

”I will need you to protect my two apprentices', the Prince twins.”

”Why them?!”

”Mr. Potter, I do not know if you are already aware, but they are the legitimate last heirs of Salazar Slytherin and Merlin himself through the Prince line. And thorough their deceased squib father, Tobias Snape, the last heirs of Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff.”

James is utterly flabbergasted unable to comprehend such an improbable tale until he flushed with shame. He had heard all of this before, but he had not truly believed it at that time. Shoving his embarrassment aside, he asks, ”Then Professor am I to provide protection duties to them?”

”Only when they are off school grounds,” Albus said. ”Riddle has already tried to kill my apprentice, Rowan in her third year during the Winter Holidays.”

James frowns and says, ”It wasn't mentioned by my friends.”

”No, the students are not aware of the occurrence of said event including most of the staff believe it a product of a terrible illness with the exception of the matron,” Albus confessed. ”However, Rowan barely survived the poison that would have ripped her magic apart. Even the healers were baffled she survived and much less did not end up a squib. She was most fortunate to survive with all of her magic still intact. Still, it took her quite some time to fully recover from the deadly attack.”

”Is that all?” James crisply inquired.

”I propose making a study group of sorts, Mr. Potter,” Albus said with a twinkle in his eye. ”A place where spells can be taught and some Auror skills can be passed along to some of the other students. Though I will require at least one Prefect to be present at all times.”

James lips together in frustration, but he knows that is the headmaster is right. Despite being twenty-one years old mentally, physically he is still only fourteen years old. It was already rather gracious of the headmaster to allow him any minor role of participation in the Order of the Phoenix.

”Thank you, Professor Dumbledore,” James hoarsely said.

”Now then young man, please stand,” Albus said as he heaved himself to his feet. Pulling out his wand, he beings to chant ancient words as golden-like streams begin to stream out of him and intertwine around James' wrist.