"No problem, I believe in Gellert's abilities."
"It's not that I doubt Teacher's abilities, but we need to be more prepared for this. Originally, I wanted to ask Ancestor Helga to help you transfer your soul. That way, with the help of Fawkes' flame, there shouldn't be any problems. But now, it seems that Ancestor's awakening is still far away. We need a new insurance."
"If that's the case," Dumbledore hesitated after hearing Jon's analysis. "Why don't you do it?"
"I can do it, but I'm too weak."
After all, this involved the soul. If they wanted to preserve Dumbledore's soul and prevent it from dissipating, they had to create a soul weapon like Voldemort. That way, the power of the soul could be maintained at a weak level. That way, with their current power, they could preserve the integrity of the soul.
In other words, they would first preserve a part of the soul, and then use other powers to preserve the rest.
But Dumbledore obviously wouldn't use this method.
They were about to say something when they suddenly heard Harry's voice from outside.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm going back first. Oh right, those fools from the Ministry of Magic are really not that useful. Tell our boy about this."
Jon stood up, turned around, and disappeared, leaving only Dumbledore and the principals in the portraits.
So when Harry entered, he saw that Dumbledore's office light was on, and the portraits of all the principals were snoring softly in the photo frame.
The meditation basin was placed on the table again. Dumbledore held the basin with both hands, his right hand was still charred black and didn't seem to be getting better.
Harry wondered for the hundredth time what caused such obvious damage, but he didn't ask.
Dumbledore said that he would find out in the future, and besides, he had something else to say. But before Harry could mention Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first.
"I heard that you met the Minister of Magic at Christmas?"
"Yes, he wasn't very happy with me."
"Yes," Dumbledore sighed. "He wasn't very happy with me either. Try not to be depressed by the pain, Harry, and continue to fight. "
Harry smiled.
"He wanted me to tell the Wizard World that the Ministry of Magic is doing a great job."
Dumbledore also laughed.
"This was originally Foggy's idea. During his last days in office, he desperately wanted to keep his position. He once wanted to meet you, hoping that you could support him —"
"After what Foggy did last year? After Umbridge? "
"I told Foggy it was impossible, but the idea didn't die after he left. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour was appointed, and he asked me to arrange a meeting with you —"
"You had an argument over this?" Harry blurted out. "It was published in the Daily Prophet."
"The Daily Prophet does occasionally report some truths," Dumbledore said. "Although it may be unintentional. Yes, that's why we had an argument … It seems that Rufus has finally found a way to stop you. "
"He accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man'."
"He's so rude."
"I said I did."
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Behind Harry, the Phoenix Fawkes let out a soft, melodious cry. Harry suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes were a little wet. Embarrassed, he looked down at his knees. But when Dumbledore spoke, his voice was quite calm.
"I'm very touched, Harry."
"Scrimgeour wants to know where you go when you're not in the Hogwarts." Harry was still staring at his knees.
"Yes, he's very inquisitive about that." Dumbledore's voice brightened, and Harry felt that he could look up. "It's interesting that he even tried to keep an eye on me. He sent Delos to follow me, which is not good. I've already been forced to use a spell on Delos, and I'm sorry to have to use it again. "
"So they still don't know where you go?"
Harry hoped to get more information on this curious question, but Dumbledore just smiled at him over the top of his half-moon spectacles.
"Yes, they don't know, and it's too early to tell you. Now, I suggest that we continue with the class, unless there's something else —?"
"Yes, sir," said Harry. "It's about Malfoy and Snape."
"Professor Snape, Harry."
"Yes, sir. I heard them at Professor Slughorn's party … Well, actually I followed them … "
Dumbledore listened impassively, and after Harry had finished, he was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Thank you for telling me, Harry, but I suggest that you don't take it to heart. I don't think it's very important. "
"It's not important?" said Harry incredulously. "Professor, you understand —"
"Yes, Harry, thank God for my extraordinary intellect. I understand everything you've told me."
Dumbledore said a little sharply. "I think you can even believe that I understand better than you do. I'm glad you told me, but let me assure you that you haven't said anything that makes me uneasy."
Harry sat and stared at Dumbledore, his heart on fire.
What on earth was going on?
Could it be that Dumbledore had really instructed Snape to find out Malfoy's whereabouts? Did he hear what Harry said from Snape?
Or was he actually very worried and was just pretending to be nonchalant?
"Well, sir," said Harry in what he hoped was a polite, calm voice, "do you still trust —"
"I've answered the question generously enough," said Dumbledore, but his tone was no longer tolerant. "My answer hasn't changed."
"I don't think so, either," said a sarcastic voice.
Said a sarcastic voice. Above them, Phineas Nigellus was obviously just pretending to be asleep.
But Dumbledore ignored him and continued looking at Harry.
"Now, Harry, I must insist on continuing the class. I have something more important to discuss with you tonight."
Harry sat there defiantly.
What if he refused to change the subject?
What if he insisted on arguing about Malfoy?
Dumbledore saw through Harry's thoughts, but still shook his head and said nothing.
"I'm going to show you two memories tonight. Both were hard-won. I think the second one is the most important of all the memories I've collected."
Harry said nothing. He was still angry at the lack of response to his report, but he could see that there was no point in arguing further.
"So," said Dumbledore loudly, "we're going to continue the story of Tom Riddle tonight. Last class, we talked about how he was about to cross the threshold of Hogwarts.
You probably remember how excited he was when he heard that he was a Wizard, and how he refused to let me accompany him to Diagon Alley. I also warned him not to steal after he entered the school. "
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