"Actually, I'm more inclined to use the key to the Ministry of Magic's pool." Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped glasses. "You only need to point your wand at the statue of the golden wizard in the pool and recite 'Mentos', and a key will appear. However, the Ministry of Magic is currently in a power transition, so it's not convenient for me to use it. After all, they have a lot of things to do tonight."
"You mean Owen? Mr. Harris? " Harry licked his lips and asked. He vaguely felt that Dumbledore and Family Harris might not be close.
"Obviously, Minister Foggy was at a complete disadvantage in this battle when he denied Tom's return." Dumbledore led Harry to the principal's office quickly.
Thinking of Allen, who had become his friend during Muggle's time, Harry was even sadder. So what if he had power? Nothing was more important than having a living family member by his side. It was just like how they all called him a boy who had survived a disaster, a savior, but he would rather give up everything in exchange for having his parents by his side.
Dumbledore's gaze, which seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, made Harry look away uncomfortably. "Everyone has different pursuits. In some people's minds, it's worth sacrificing for the greater good. In fact, I've made the same mistake too."
"Harry!" When Jenny, who was waiting in the headmaster's office, saw Harry's figure, she ignored her ill-fitting magic robe and let it drag on the ground. She rushed to Harry and hugged him. Jenny's sudden enthusiasm made Harry think of Mrs. Weasley. He was a bit embarrassed. He patted Jenny's back and gently broke free from her embrace.
Ron glared at his sister, but then laughed and bumped Harry's chest with his shoulder, only to find that his best friend seemed to be in a trance and didn't respond.
Neville and Fraig came up to him and asked in surprise, "Headmaster Dumbledore, can you come back?"
"Yes, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Brown." Dumbledore winked at them and said kindly, "I think you can talk to Harry later. You should go back to your dorms and change into more decent clothes. I'm not officially reinstated, so you don't have to worry that I'll deduct your college points for violating the curfew."
"But Harry, isn't he coming with us?" Ron, who was eager to know the situation, asked directly. "And our clothes haven't been changed back yet. I only have this one …"
Jenny, who was sharp, pulled her brother's robe. She knew that Dumbledore had something more important to talk about than their clothes.
"I think the Ministry of Magic will deal with this matter soon, but I need to borrow Harry's time to talk to him …" Dumbledore walked to the chair behind the wide desk.
They looked at each other and tactfully said goodbye to the principal politely. Then, they walked out of the principal's office in their ill-fitting robes. Freig, who was the last to leave, thoughtfully closed the door.
"Sit down first." After entering the principal's office, Harry was looking around when a cup of hot tea flew in front of Harry.
Harry fiddled with the teacup in front of him and took a sip politely, but he wasn't in the mood to taste tea at the moment. Although the scalding hot tea did warm his whole body when it entered his stomach, as he calmed down, the unreality of Allen's misfortune faded, and he began to accept this fact. His mind was occupied by what Dumbledore had said about Allen.
Dumbledore just looked at Harry calmly and gently from the side. Potter.
Noticing the principal's gaze, Harry's voice was bitter. "Professor, is Allen really not coming back? Is there really no chance of survival after falling into that curtain? I mean, if the Mystery Man can come back, then is it possible for Allen to come back too? "
"Harry, no one can come out alive after falling into that curtain. We have to accept the fact that Allen has left us forever. Death is just another great adventure. With his courage, he will go on. " Dumbledore looked straight at Harry, and his expression was very kind. "None of this is your fault, Harry."
Harry did not say anything. Allen was so outstanding and powerful. He had never thought that he would leave them so early. How was Hermione now? How sad must she be? Harry felt a little ashamed to face his friend. If he had not begged Allen to go to the Ministry of Magic for his godfather, perhaps the Harris Family's chances would have changed. At least, if they had not fought in front of the curtain, perhaps Allen would not have died.
"In fact, this is the choice of Allen and the Family Harris behind him. Even if it wasn't for you, even if it wasn't for today, Allen? The battle between Harris and Lord Voldemort is imperative. I have tried to persuade him not to be so anxious. If he could slow down a little, his achievements might surpass every wizard you know. " Dumbledore continued to counsel Harry. He could not help but feel a little sorry for himself. "Harry, it's normal for you to feel this way. It's part of human nature."
"Hey! Dumbledore? It's obvious that a Magus with such talent and power won't listen to you. In fact, I believe that even the majority of normal Magi won't listen to you unless the situation calls for it. "The portrait in the headmaster's office was of Phineas. Phineas Nigel? Blake finally could not help but stop pretending to be asleep. He said slyly, "But that boy with light blonde hair is the second bad boy! It's good that he's dead! Otherwise, in my opinion, you will have to cultivate another Dark Demon … "
"Enough, Phineas." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop the portrait. It was obvious that Phineas, who was knocked out by Allen without saying a word, was still unconvinced. However, he only pursed his lips and did not continue to speak.
"Harry, you are a true Gryffindor. When you believe that others are in danger, you will not be at ease hiding at home. But this is not your fault. If I had been honest with you in the past, then you would have known that Lord Voldemort would try to lure you to the Department of Mysteries. You would not have been tricked there last night. Of course, Family Harris may have planned this from the beginning. The fault does not lie with you alone, but with everyone. " Dumbledore pressed his fingers to his head, looking a little tired. "Harry, I also owe you an explanation. As the principal, I am also responsible for Allen's matter. Because now I realize, just like he reminded me before, that the things I did and did not do about you all have the regrets of an old man. Young people don't know how old people think or how they feel. But if old people forget what it was like when they were young, then it would be a big mistake … It seems that I can't remember it recently … "
The tea in Harry's hand had turned cold, but he did not notice it. He stared at Dumbledore and almost held his breath. He listened, but he did not understand what Dumbledore was saying.
Dumbledore put down his hands and scrutinized Harry from his half-moon glasses. "It is time. It is time for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago. Please sit down, and I will tell you everything. I only ask that you have a little patience. Then you can be angry with me … You can do whatever you want … After I am done, I will not stop you. "
The sun was rising, and a dazzling orange edge appeared on the mountains. The sky was bright white, and the light shone on Dumbledore, on his silver eyebrows and beard, and on the deep wrinkles on his face.
The principal of Hogwarts gazed at the ground outside the window. After a while, his eyes returned to Harry. He said, "Harry, five years ago, just as I had planned and hoped, you came to Hogwarts safe and sound. Oh … not completely unscathed. You've suffered. When I left you in front of your aunt and uncle's house, I knew you would suffer. I knew that doing so would doom you to a dark and difficult decade. I knew that Lord Voldemort's knowledge of magic was probably more extensive than any wizard alive today. I also knew that once he regained all his magic power, I was afraid that even if I used the most complex and powerful spells, I would not be able to defeat him. "
Harry stared at Dumbledore, but did not speak.
Dumbledore unconsciously looked away from Harry's green eyes. "But I also knew where Lord Voldemort's weakness was. So I decided that I should protect you with the ancient magic. He understood this magic, despised it, and always underestimated it … And because of this, he paid the price. Of course, I mean your mother sacrificed her life to save you. She gave you an unexpected and lasting protection, and this protection still flows in your blood to this day. So, I trusted your mother's bloodline. I gave you to her sister, her only surviving relative. "
"She didn't like me," Harry said immediately. "She didn't give me any …"
"But she took you in," Dumbledore interrupted him. "She may have been unwilling, unhappy, reluctant, and complaining to take you in, but she accepted you. In the process, she also preserved the spell I cast on you. Your mother's sacrifice made the bond of blood the most powerful protection I could give you. As long as you can still call the place where your mother's blood exists home, you will not be disturbed or harmed by Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort made her blood flow out, but it still exists in you and her sister. Her blood has become your refuge. As long as you call it home, you need to go back once a year. At the same time, as long as you are there, Lord Voldemort cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I left the letter at her door, and in the letter, I explained what I did to you. She knew that keeping you at home would ensure your safety for the past fifteen years. "
Seeing Harry get up, Dumbledore raised his hand again and interrupted Harry. "Harry, everything is not accidental. There is a reason. Lord Voldemort wanted to kill you when you were a baby because of a prophecy not long before you were born. "
Harry was originally asking about his aunt and mother, but Dumbledore suddenly talked about the prophecy, which made him a little confused. He vaguely knew that there was a prophecy related to him from some previous events. Even the shelf full of prophecies in the Department of Mystical Affairs that he was led to tonight was obviously done by Lord Voldemort to get a prophecy related to him.
"Actually, I can tell you this prophecy without getting the prophecy ball. I heard the prophecy with my own ears. " Dumbledore sighed and took out his meditation basin. Then he pulled out strands of silvery, spiderweb-like thoughts from his temples and put them into the basin, stuck to his wand. Sibyl Trelawney? She was completely different from her usual demeanor in class. Her voice was low and hoarse. "The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching … Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of the seventh month … The Dark Lord will mark him as a formidable opponent, but he will have power that The Dark Lord does not know … One of them will die by the other's hand, because both cannot live. Only one will survive … The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month …"
"There were two people at that time. One was you, and the other was Neville Longmont." Longbottom. In the end, he marked you as a formidable opponent and left you with this scar. "Dumbledore pointed at the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Why did he do that?" Harry said. He felt cold and stiff all over. "Why did he choose me? Why did he want to kill me when I was just a child? He should have waited for me and Neville to grow up, to see who was more dangerous, and then tried to kill that person — "
"Yes, that was probably more feasible," Dumbledore said. "But the Lord Voldemort's understanding of the prophecy was incomplete. Halfway through the prophecy, Severus was discovered, and then he was thrown out of the house. "
"Snape? He was the one who told the Lord Voldemort? "Harry's heart was filled with anger.
"Professor Snape, Harry didn't know that the person was referring to you. After he found out, he didn't feel at ease for the rest of his life." Dumbledore said. "He only heard the beginning of the prophecy, which was that a boy would be born at the end of July, and that his parents had resisted the Lord Voldemort three times. So he couldn't have warned his master that attacking you would transfer his power to you and mark you as his formidable opponent. So the Lord Voldemort didn't know that attacking you would be dangerous. Harry, you are the savior, the only one who has the hope of defeating the Lord Voldemort. "
Dumbledore asked Harry softly, "I think Professor Snape has already told you about the connection between you and the Lord Voldemort with this scar. You should also know why I asked your godfather and your friends not to contact you much at the beginning of your summer vacation, although I changed my mind later."
Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore's sad and tired face. Harry murmured, "Yes, they have more or less revealed some information to me, but unfortunately, I can't learn the brain seal technique well. Allen once told me not to blindly indulge in a prophecy. He said that prophecies and divination should only be used as a means of reference."
"As Allen told you, Harry, prophecies don't always come true, or they come true in ways that we don't expect or even notice. Although it's quite convenient if you just use it to find something that already exists. But Harry, Allen has a different view of some of my practices and attitudes toward this prophecy. He misunderstood me because I don't really believe in divination and prophecies. I even considered canceling this course in Hogwarts until I met Sybil Trelawney. This prophecy was made by Professor Trelawney. " Dumbledore's voice was rather low, but when he talked about the prophecy, he looked a little relaxed. "I was actually very worried that Allen would make this prophecy that was personally chosen by the Lord Voldemort happen. But today, he fell into the veil, which made me feel very regretful and remorseful. But it also made me more convinced that you are the one who defeated the Lord Voldemort in the prophecy."
Under Dumbledore's guidance, Harry suddenly thought of the prophecy and blurted out, "The prophecy … seems to be about … two people can't both live …"
"… only one survives. You have the ability to defeat The Dark Lord. After he marked you as a strong opponent, you are the only one who can defeat him in the end. Not me, not Allen, but you, Harry? Potter. " Dumbledore made himself look into Harry's green eyes again. Then he became a little hesitant. "I think I still owe you another explanation, Harry. You may have wondered why I didn't choose you as the Prefect. I have to admit … I think … you already have too many responsibilities to bear. "
Harry looked up at Dumbledore and saw a drop of tear slide down his cheek and flow into his long white beard.
Although he didn't know what power he had, his trust and admiration for Dumbledore gave him courage. He said to Dumbledore in a firm tone, "Between me and the Lord Voldemort, I will be the one who survives in the end! I will avenge Allen! "
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