9 chapter~ 5th

8 chapter~ 10th

7 chapter~ 25th

6 chapter~ 50th

5 chapter~ 100th

4 chapter~ 200th (I know for sure that we can make it all the way here, and stay at it! So let's do it!)

3 chapter~ 300th

2 chapter~ 400th

1 chapter~ 500+

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What do you say, Mr Lovegood? I am willing to pay you anything that you want to get this secret weapon of yours, which can help me defeat Voldemort!" Professor Dumbledore asked as he looked on at me as did the twins with hope in their eyes.

I guess they too want to make sure Voldemort is defeated once and for all, and if my secret weapon can help do, the better.

I, on the other hand, was only able to make a single sound as a response, "Aaaah..."

"Come on Caelum! Hurry up and show Professor Dumbledore the secret weapon you got." Fred said as he gave me a pat on the back, signaling to hurry it up.

I looked at the three of them, who were looking on at me with expectations in their eyes. It really looked like they saw me as their hero who could save them all, it made me wonder if I should shout out that I am the villain so that they could leave me along.

Then I sighed to myself, man, is this how it feels when you got to tell your children that Santa is fake. That it was me all along, who was putting those gifts under the tree, not some fat old white man with a reindeer sledge.

"Look!" I say to the three of them, "the secret weapon is not what you would expect. So why don't we all forget about it all, huh?" Deafening silence greeted me after my little awkward monologue.

Then George broke the silence and spoke up, "Caelum, is this secret weapon that you said you have been fake all this time?"

"What! NO, no... it is totally real, but like I said a million times! It's not what you would expect." I said, as I tried to defend myself from these eyes that are bearing so much accusation towards me.

"You don't have to worry about that Mr. Lovegood! However dark or sinister this secret weapon is, you just let me worry about that!" Said Professor Dumbledore, after I finished talking, he now really thinks that I have some sort of dark magical item. Who could blame him, why else would somebody try so hard to hide a weapon that can finish off the dark lord! The only explanation that there is, it got to be evil somehow!

And from the look in his eyes, I could see he was getting tired of this back and forth tirade. Or maybe he is weary with his fight with Voldemort and he doesn't care how the h.e.l.l he defeats him once and for all, dirty or not.

Maybe it both, ahh, forget it. Whatever it is Professor Dumbledore is tired about, I do not care about. Since I too am tired of this endless back and forth! I am going to tell him the secret weapon, but first, I need to get myself some benefits!

"Fine!" I said to Professor Dumbledore, "but I will want 300 ML of phoenix tears to trade for my weapon!" The tears of phoenixes have immense healing powers! They are capable of reviving a person from any injury, and I repeat, ANY injury, and phoenix tears could also save a person even if they are at the brink of death. Phoenix tears are sort of similar to drinking unicorn blood, but without getting a cursed life.

Oh, you also must be wondering why people do not gather more of this healing miracle. Well, phoenixes are rare as phoenix feathers. Ah! It might be humorous, but it adequately describes them in a very suitable manner. They make their nests high up in the mountains, and they are nearly impossible to domesticate.

Now, these magical healing tears of theirs only fall out once in a 60-year cycle, which correlates to when they burn themselves upon a funeral pyre and rise up from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle.

If my math is correct, 10 ml is equal to one teardrop of a phoenix, in other words, that is 30 teardrops, which is equal to a good 1,800 years of phoenix tears saved up. I am clearly over blowing the price range of my secret weapon; which is totally worthless as you will soon find out.

Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

But who cares about that right now, I will be ready to jump into h.e.l.l or high water and face Professor Dumbledore rage. But I need to get my hands on some of that healing tears, that the old man has hidden, these tears are literally a second life! Sorry, Wiggenweld Potion I say to my healing potion in my robe pocket, you will now be rea.s.signed as back up since I have found something that is much better than you.

Anyways what is bargaining without starting out with an astronomical price!

After I named my price Professor Dumbledore took in a deep, quick intake of breath and nearly choked on his spittle. He started releasing great constant fits of coughs, I and the twins ran up to the old geezer, patting his back before he died on us. After a long while, the old man finally settled down, at the corner of my eye I could see the twins looking at me in a chastising manner.

Before I could say, "What!" to the two of them, Professor Dumbledore spoke up. "Listen here you little… punk! This is the second time that you nearly got me killed." As he continues to rant on, I think to myself, is it my fault that you are so fragile?

"And there is no way I am going to give you... how much teardrops of a phoenix did you ask for again?" Professor Dumbledore asked me with flames burning in his eyes.

"It was 300 ml, Professor!" Answer the teacher's pet, Fred.

"Yes, I am not going to give you 300 ml of phoenix teardrops. How about 30 ml, what is that like 3 teardrops? It is a good price, what do you say?"

I look at him with my eyebrows raised…