"These are the memories that Harry just gave me. Allen, why don't you take a look?" Dumbledore put the memories he had just obtained from Harry into the churning meditation basin.
Allen didn't refuse. Although he had already heard about it from Harry, it was still better to see it with his own eyes.
When Allen came out of the meditation basin, Dumbledore was pacing around the basin. When he saw Allen, he stopped in his tracks.
"How did Harry and Lord Voldemort get in touch? What do you think about this?" Dumbledore asked.
"Obviously, this isn't as simple as a nightmare. A nightmare alone wouldn't cause Harry's scar to hurt." Allen sat back in his chair, choosing his words carefully.
"You're right," Dumbledore said softly, sitting back down at the desk. "That's not an ordinary scar. That unsuccessful spell connected Harry to him. I have a few ideas, but I'd like to hear your opinion. "
Allen sorted out his thoughts. "I only have one conjecture, just a conjecture … I've seen an introduction to soul tools before. From the state of Lord Voldemort himself and the connection between him and Harry, I suspect that he made Harry into one of his soul tools."
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Dumbledore stared ahead, occasionally using the tip of his wand to take out a silver thread from his temple and put it into the churning meditation basin.
"Dumbledore, ever since Tom Riddle, you've put away that book, but this student still knows so much about the method of making soul tools. Aren't you worried that he'll be the next?" A slightly sly voice sounded.
"Thank you for the reminder, Phineas." Dumbledore stared at Allen with a serious expression. Allen looked back calmly. "I think Allen should understand the disadvantages of splitting the soul."
The two of them fell silent again. Dumbledore would occasionally take out some thoughts.
"The last match is his last chance," Dumbledore suddenly said.
"Mr. Bagman said that he wouldn't let the Warriors return empty-handed. What's the reward?" Allen asked.
"This is the latest rule that the organizing committee came up with, but it hasn't been finalized yet. However, the pureblood families donated six medals of different materials to be placed in the maze as a reward for the Warriors. " Dumbledore's light blue eyes looked at the silver-white substance that was constantly rotating in the Meditation Basin. With a light tap of his wand, six medals appeared above the Meditation Basin.
Allen looked at them with interest. "I think the Lord Voldemort's most likely method is to turn this medal into a door key, so that once Harry touches it, he will be transported to the place they want him to go. The pureblood family that first proposed it is the most suspicious. We need to keep an eye on them because they are likely to have been instructed by the Lord Voldemort. "
"It shouldn't be the champion's medal." Dumbledore looked at Allen through the Meditation Basin. It was the kind of gaze that had a unique penetrating power. "Based on the current ranking situation and the strength you've shown, they should be able to predict that Harry can't be first. Then they should try their best to ensure that he can compete for second or third place. "
"Since there are already clues, it's better for us to pretend that we don't know what he's doing." Allen took out a communication medal from his H94 uniform from the pocket of his robe. "This medal can be used for positioning and communication. I will also give one to Harry, but not now. Harry hasn't learned Brain Seal, so it's easy for him to be discovered. I'll give it to him before the match. "
A box of brightly colored candies flew in front of Allen. "Cool Sour Fruit. It will let you experience a different kind of excitement." Dumbledore winked mischievously.
However, Allen didn't reach out to take it. He remembered that Ron had once eaten a cool sour fruit and burned a hole in his tongue. Allen didn't want to taste such an exciting taste.
According to Dumbledore's habits, taking out food to find the little wizard often meant that the meeting was over. Allen knew that he should leave. He stood up to leave, and Dumbledore also stood up.
"Allen, do you know where the eight-eyed giant spiders in the forbidden forest went?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.
"Did you teach Harry Potter the Ancient Magic that you used to protect her before the accident?"
As they entered June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again. Everyone was looking forward to the last competition that would be held a week before the holiday.
Harry practiced his spells whenever he had time. He felt more confident than he had the previous two times. Although this competition was bound to be full of danger, he had been notified in advance this time and had the opportunity to make some preparations.
Professor McGonagall always bumped into Harry practicing all over the school, so she allowed him to use the Transfiguration classroom during lunchtime. Harry quickly mastered the Obstacle Spell, which could stop an attacker; the Crush Spell, which could blow up solid obstacles; and the Direction Spell, which Hermione had discovered and given to him, could make his wand point north so that he could judge if he was going in the right direction in the maze. However, he hadn't fully mastered the Armor Spell, which could temporarily form an invisible wall around him. Unfortunately, Hermione cleverly cast a Limp Leg Spell to break it. Harry limped around the room for 10 minutes before she found a way to break the spell.
He wasn't the only one. Except for Allen, who was immersed in the study of devil's curses after going through the ancient Milos collection in the tower, all the Warriors were studying all kinds of combat and navigation spells.
This even aroused the enthusiasm of all the Hogwarts to study spells. Professor Fleevy would be surrounded by eager young wizards every time after class, but the good-tempered professor obviously enjoyed it very much. He patiently explained the wand and pronunciation skills of the spells, and was delighted by the little wizards' progress.
On the day of the competition, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. A Screeching Owl brought the morning Daily Prophet to Hermione as usual. She opened the newspaper, glanced at the front page, and sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice all over it.
"What's wrong?" Harry stared at her and asked.
"Nothing." Hermione hurriedly tried to hide the newspaper.
"It's about me, isn't it?" Harry asked.
But before Harry could ask to see the newspaper, Seamus, who was sitting at the same table with Ron, shouted.
When he saw Harry looking at him, he said uncomfortably, "The newspaper is right. You do speak Snake, and your scar did hurt enough to make you faint."
"But Harry is not deranged. We're all in the same dorm. Don't you know that people talk nonsense?" Ron, who was next to him, retorted with a sneer.
Harry held out his hand to Seamus, and Seamus handed him the newspaper.
As soon as Harry flipped it open, he saw his own picture, and the title was:
Harry? Potter?
— Upset and in a dangerous mood.
The boy who defeated the Mystery Man is in an unstable mood and may be quite dangerous. Special Guest Reporter Rita? Skeeter reports. Recently, shocking evidence has been revealed that Harry Potter Potter's strange behavior made people wonder if he was fit to take part in a difficult competition like the Trifecta, and even if he was fit to study at Hogwarts …
"Harry, this is nonsense. Why did it have to be published today? Don't be affected, "Hermione advised worriedly.
"It's okay. I'll pass it smoothly," Harry said casually as he folded the newspaper.
Professor McGonagall walked towards them along the Gryffindor table.
"Potter, the Warriors will gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.
"But the competition starts at night!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on himself. He thought he remembered the time wrong.
"I know, Potter," Professor McGonagall said. "The Warriors' relatives have been invited to watch the finals. You can meet them."
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