"He promised Hagrid to visit a giant or an eight-eyed spider. That's why Ron didn't want to come." As soon as the door of the hut was closed, Hermione immediately said, "We still have to explain it to him, as if he really has something important to do and can't come."
"If this can make Hagrid happy, it's not a big deal to go see him," Elwyn said. "Let's go back, I'm starving!"
The rock skin cake just now was not to their taste. It was too hard, especially after watching Hagrid's process of making it, hearing the sad description of Aragok's illness, and the big bucket of giant grubs that kept crunching next to it, it made them lose their appetite.
Harry nodded in agreement. When he was eating the rock skin cake just now, one of his molars made an ominous noise.
So, the four of them actually only ate a little symbolically, and now they were all starving.
"Right, today is Saturday, you two should hurry up!" Hermione said, suddenly remembering something. "Do you remember? Dumbledore told you to go to his office at eight o'clock in the evening. It's almost seven o'clock now, there's not much time for dinner! "
Indeed, they had better not be late. The four of them quickened their pace through the dark, empty venue back to the castle.
At this time, dinner had already started for a long time, and most of the people had finished eating!
There were not many students left in the auditorium. Ron, Lavender, Ginny, and Corin were not there.
Elwyn and Harry hurriedly finished their dinner, then said goodbye to Hermione and Elaine and walked to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Harry looked a little nervous and upset about Dumbledore's private tutoring.
Elwyn was also a little curious. What was Dumbledore going to teach them? If it was about the memories of Lord Voldemort, he had already seen some of them before, so it should not be the same as Harry. Dumbledore should have prepared special content for him.
"I hope everything goes well!" Harry said expectantly. "Is he really not going to teach us any magic?"
"We've discussed it before. I don't think so!"
"Alright, so his previous training was just to show you those memories?"
"Yes, but he showed me some of his memories. Harry, there are some very important clues about the past, which will be very helpful for us to defeat Lord Voldemort and find the key to Slytherin's treasure." Iven replied, "He will probably continue to show us these memories today. I'm not sure if they are the same ones I've seen before, but I think, hmm, how should I put it, I think these memories have a different meaning to you."
"Different meaning?"
"Yes, perhaps these memories can help you understand the prophecy, and why Lord Voldemort chose you," Elwyn said.
After that, the two of them did not speak again. Harry seemed to be thinking about this.
In the last semester, he knew that the prophecy had decided his fate, but there were still many things he did not understand, and he needed Dumbledore's answers.
Elwyn and Harry did not meet anyone along the way. They walked all the way to the eighth floor, where there was a stone monster alone in the corridor.
"Sour soda," Elwyn said.
The stone monster jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.
They stepped on it, and as the staircase spun, it rose higher and higher. Finally, they came to the door of Dumbledore's office with the brass knocker. The two looked at each other, and Harry walked up and knocked on the door.
"Come in, please." It was Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening, Professor," Elwyn and Harry said as they walked into the principal's office.
The round office looked the same as usual: there were many exquisite silverware on the slender legs of the table, which spun and puffed out small puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old principals were dozing off in their respective frames.
Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a perch behind the door, watching the two with interest.
"Ah, good evening, Elwyn, Harry, sit down. You two look good. I think you must have had a good first week of school? "Dumbledore said with a smile, but his voice was full of fatigue.
"Not bad, Professor," said Ivan, looking around. "The N.E.W.T. course is very enriching!" said Ivan, looking around.
"Don't tire yourself. You still have a lot of time to study," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "How are you, Harry?"
"I'm also good, Professor, thank you!" Harry said.
"Oh, but I heard that you've already been confined for a week!"
"Hmm …" Harry didn't know how to answer, but Dumbledore's expression wasn't very strict.
The incident of that day had been an uproar in the school recently, and the heat had just died down.
Although Snape was indeed hateful, he was still a professor at the school. Harry had a lot of responsibility for what he did.
"I've already arranged with Snape. You'll be locked up again next Saturday."
"Okay." Harry said. His mind was not on Snape's confinement at all, and he didn't care about it at all.
"Elwyn already knows what we're going to do. I think, Harry." Dumbledore said, in a serious tone, "You should have heard something from Elwyn, but you must be wondering how I'm going to teach you. There's no better way to put it, class?"
Harry nodded. He hoped that Dumbledore didn't just show them the memories of the past. Although Elwyn said that there were important clues in it, and it was related to the prophecy, Harry still hoped that Dumbledore could teach him some powerful magic, the kind that could fight against Lord Voldemort head-on.
"It's like this, Harry. Since you already know what motivated Lord Voldemort to kill you 15 years ago, I think it's time for you to understand the situation." After a short pause, Dumbledore continued, "After so many things that exceeded my initial expectations, I think it's necessary for you and Elwyn to participate in my plan. So, you need to know more about what happened back then. Last semester, I promised you that I would tell you everything. "
"That's right, Professor!" Harry said. It was difficult to eliminate the slight reproach in his words.
After the incident at the Ministry of Magic last semester, Dumbledore had said so, but he had stayed with the Dursleys for the whole summer, watching the others take risks or fight against Lord Voldemort. He could not go anywhere himself.
It was impossible to say that he did not have any resentment.
However, after understanding Dumbledore's difficulties, Elwyn was not as angry as he was last year.
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