There was a moment of silence in the office. The silver memory vortex was slowly spinning in the meditation basin.
"Are you full? Do you want another sandwich? " After a long time, Dumbledore opened his eyes and said gently, "Well, it's time to talk about you two. Harry, is there anything you want to tell me? "
"It's like this, Professor!" Harry said hurriedly and hesitantly, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed of the Lord Voldemort. He was with the vampire named Keresis, and there was also the statue of the evil god."
He told the terrible dream. He thought he would get some response, but Dumbledore just looked at him.
He wasn't particularly surprised, nor was he surprised. It was as if everything was within his expectations.
"In the end, my scar hurt. It hurt so much that it woke me up!" Harry said, "That's all!"
"Oh!" Dumbledore said calmly, "So, did your scar hurt again this year? Except for the time during the summer vacation when it woke you up? "
"No, how did you know that it woke me up during the summer vacation?" Harry asked in surprise, glancing at Elwyn.
"Sirius told me. We are connected!" Dumbledore said briefly, looking at Harry.
"Professor, do you know why my scar hurts?" Harry asked uneasily.
Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a while, then slowly said, "I have only one speculation at the moment. It's just a speculation, and I can't be completely sure. I think that when the Lord Voldemort is near you, or when he has a particularly strong desire for revenge, your scar will hurt, because the spell that failed to connect you with him. "
"This scar connects me with the Lord Voldemort?!" Harry was shocked.
"You should know that this isn't an ordinary scar!" Dumbledore said.
He still could not confirm that the spirit of Lord Voldemort was in Harry's scars, but he was very close!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to Elwyn's plan and captured Barty Crouch Jr.
After everything that had happened, especially after Keresis had exposed himself by visiting Snape's office, it was hard not to know that there was something wrong with Moody. That was why he agreed to let Sirius infiltrate the Hogwarts.
Now, the key problem was how to tell Harry, or rather, how to make Harry accept the fact that he had to be killed by the Lord Voldemort.
"Professor, do you think the dream was real?" Harry continued to ask.
"It's possible!" said Dumbledore. "It's very possible, Harry. Have you seen Lord Voldemort?"
"No!" Harry said slowly. "I only saw the back of his chair, but I couldn't see anything, right? He doesn't have a body, right? By the way, how could he have a wand? "
"Yes," Dumbledore murmured. "How is that possible!"
For a moment, no one spoke. Dumbledore stared ahead, as if he was thinking.
Then, he suddenly woke up with a start.
"Harry, is there anything else?" he said softly.
"Yes, Professor!" Harry hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Do you think he's getting stronger?"
"Lord Voldemort?" Dumbledore looked at Harry and sighed softly. "Everything that has happened recently shows that he's getting stronger, but it's not enough, Harry. You have to understand that there are too many forces in this world. If he's determined, we can't stop him. We can only choose the most appropriate response."
Harry nodded as if he understood. From his expression, it seemed that he didn't quite understand.
Elwyn, on the other hand, was guessing that the power Dumbledore was talking about was the power of the Evil God?
Or was it an even more evil power?
The world of magic was not as simple as he had imagined.
There was another moment of silence. Then, Harry began to ask some questions about the trial he had just seen.
Bellatrix's matter, Kakarov's matter, Barty Crouch's matter, Ludo Bargmann's matter, Neville's parents' matter, and Snape!
Dumbledore patiently answered them one by one. Except for the question about why he believed that Snape would no longer support Lord Voldemort, he told Harry everything he knew.
Elwyn listened. He was sure that Dumbledore did not hide anything, even though many of the past events were very cruel.
As for Snape's question, Dumbledore said that it was a matter between the two of them.
After another half an hour, Harry felt that there was no reason for him to stay.
He looked at Elwyn hesitantly and did not get up. He wanted to hear what Elwyn had to say to Dumbledore.
"Harry, Elwyn and I have to talk for a while. I want to ask you to welcome Sirius first!" Dumbledore said calmly. "He should have come from Hogmod's secret passage. You can place him with Hagrid."
"Okay, I'll go now." Harry stood up and walked to the door, looking back at Dumbledore and Elwyn.
Elwyn was staring at the meditation basin, as if he had taken the opportunity to put his consciousness back into it.
Dumbledore stood behind the meditation basin. The flickering silver light in the basin illuminated his face, making him look older than before.
After Harry left, there was a long silence. Neither Elwyn nor Dumbledore spoke.
Dumbledore looked at Elwyn through the meditation basin, and it was that penetrating gaze again.
It was a terrible feeling, which made Elwyn feel that Dumbledore could see through him completely, and he had to use Brain Seal.
The pressure gradually increased. He was not here to compete with Dumbledore in magic.
"Let Sirius come to Hogwarts. So, you agree to the plan?" Elwyn had to ask.
"I just said, there are too many powers in this world, too many powers that we don't understand!" Dumbledore said, "As long as the heart is evil enough, the Lord Voldemort can get a lot of help. About the dream that Harry mentioned, the statue of the Evil God that emitted a red light, what do you think the Lord Voldemort is going to do with it? "
"I don't know!" Elwyn shook his head. He really didn't know what the Lord Voldemort was going to do with the statue of the Evil God.
This was a completely unknown area, and everything could only be guessed.
He didn't even know how the Lord Voldemort made the statue of the Evil God glow. Wasn't that thing already sealed?!
Dumbledore paced back and forth behind the table, and from time to time, he put the tip of his wand to his temple, drew out a shining silver thought, and added it to the meditation basin.
The thought in the basin spun rapidly, and Elwyn couldn't see anything clearly. All he could see was a blur of silver.
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