Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Why did Professor Dumbledore send you to the headmaster's office?

Hermione had recovered from that shy state at this time, looked at the letter curiously and asked.

I don't know either. Harry put on an innocent and puzzled expression,

I have never been caught violating school rules, nor have I bullied my classmates, and my grades are fine!

Maybe Professor Dumbledore just wanted to care about me, after all my parents are gone.

At the same time, Harry quickly recalled what he did last night, looking for a suitable reason.

Voldemort's face is very familiar... Harry thought secretly,

Where have I seen that face? Such an ugly face, I shouldn't forget it once I've seen it!

correct! That broken piece of my soul! The image of that soul fragment is the same as that of Voldemort!

Harry immediately made up his mind. Anyway, if there is any problem, just push it to the soul fragment! It is impossible for Professor Dumbledore to ask Voldemort for verification.

Besides, it was indeed Voldemort who invaded last night, and I once had fragments of his soul on my body.

According to the Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics... It should be said that it is the law of Soul Aggregation, because I once carried Voldemort's soul fragments, I have certain characteristics.

It makes sense that Harry was drawn to Voldemort's invasion because of the dream.

Of course, it was impossible for Harry to explain this directly, and it would only lead Professor Dumbledore to think in this way.

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At ten o'clock in the morning, Harry sat alone on a chair in the principal's office, a little dazed.

Because the development of things seems to be different from what she thought.

Harley thought that Professor Dumbledore would look serious and even lose his temper, sum up the various school rules that Harry had violated, and then interrogate himself properly.

In the end, Harley probably couldn't escape the fate of deduction of points and confinement, and was about to be assigned to Professor Snape to handle the medicinal materials.

But that's not the case, Professor Dumbledore always had a smile on his face.

Harry, what do you think of life at Hogwarts? After Harry sat down, Professor Dumbledore's first words were beyond Harry's expectations.

This made all kinds of excuses that Harry had prepared to admit his mistake first and then explain all useless.

However, Harry's reaction was also very quick: Thank you for your concern, Professor, my life at Hogwarts is very good.

The living conditions here are much better than mine at the Dursleys' house, and the classmates treat me very well.

That's good. Professor Dumbledore nodded with a smile, I went to find out about your life at the Dursleys recently.

Indeed, I didn't expect that your living conditions would be so...hard. I've talked to Penny.

I believe that after this holiday, their attitude towards you will be much better.

Harry pouted inwardly. Let them bully themselves now, do they dare?

Even if you don't use magic or extraordinary abilities, just rely on your superb assassin skills, lend them ten guts and dare not do anything wrong again.

But the kindness from the headmaster had to be accepted.

Harry stood up and raised his robe in vain: Thank you, the principal, for your concern!

You don't need to be so polite. Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, I am ashamed of your parents.

After talking about Harry's life, Dumbledore began to change the subject: Harry, can we talk about what you did last night?

Harry nodded secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, although Professor Dumbledore's attitude was different from what he expected, what should come will still come.

After thinking about it, Harry chose to answer honestly: Last night, I went to the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Then we can talk, why did you go there? Professor Dumbledore didn't get angry because of the invasion of the restricted area, and still had a pleasant expression.

I feel like I should go there, Harry replied with a determined expression, I had a dream last night.

In the dream, I dreamed of the man with no nose again. He called himself Voldemort, the same Voldemort who killed my parents.

In the dream, he asked Professor Quirrell to steal a treasure. I felt like I should go and stop him, so I did.

You did a good job, Harry. Professor Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's answer full of loopholes, nor did he ask how Harry stopped Voldemort. Instead, he nodded and praised her directly.

You didn't flinch from a Dark Lord like Voldemort, you are worthy of your Gryffindor status.

Harry bowed slightly to express his thanks, and didn't say another word. At this time, the more you say, the more mistakes you make.

Do you know what this is? Professor Dumbledore changed the subject again, and a crimson stone appeared in his hand.

This is...the Philosopher's Stone? Harry asked tentatively. In a book that Hermione borrowed for entertainment, it recorded a crimson stone called the Sorcerer's Stone.

Harry didn't know if the Philosopher's Stone was related to the Stone of Life he knew, but it would never be wrong to give priority to a noun that existed in the wizarding world.

That's right. Professor Dumbledore nodded approvingly,

I'm glad you recognized it, and glad that you were able to retrieve the Stone and not take it with you, but leave it where it is.

Did you know, Harley, that only the person who wishes to find the Sorcerer's Stone, but does not wish to use it, can get it from the Mirror of Erised.

So I am very relieved to see that you can get the Philosopher's Stone and follow your own heart and not take it away.

Well, it's getting late. You should go enjoy your pleasant weekend. The exam is approaching, don't forget to review.

Professor Dumbledore tactfully issued an order to evict the guest.

Harry nodded, stood up, bowed slightly to Professor Dumbledore, and left the headmaster's office.

The moment the door to the principal's office was closed, the old principals on the wall who were pretending to be asleep all opened their eyes and started chatting.

That girl is lying! Principal Phineas yelled. At least she didn't tell the whole truth! She's hiding a lot of secrets!

Thank you for your reminder, Phineas. Professor Dumbledore replied softly, leaning back, the chair automatically turned into a reclining chair.

Albus, I don't understand. Principal Armando also said,

You watched the battle with us in the principal's office yesterday, and you know the child's strength.

I think you should be able to see that it is not ordinary magic, it has the nature of black magic in essence.

You know better how that kid got the Philosopher's Stone, it's not what you said at all. She came straight out of the mirror!

You should know what I mean by saying this.

It's not important. Professor Dumbledore raised his hand slightly, and a heavy book flew down from the shelf.

On the cover of that book, there was a line of words that was almost completely faded: Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts.

Professor Dumbledore flipped through the book and said to himself: I think my judgment is correct, that child once had Tom's soul.

I don't know if Tom's soul is gone or not, but I think it at least left some qualities in the child, gave her some gifts.

It all started because of the mistakes I made back then, and that kid was just an innocent victim.

She shouldn't have suffered this, so how can I blame her?

Professor Dumbledore's eyes stopped on a certain side of the book, and continued:

The only thing I can do now is guide her and make sure she's always on the right path, can feel love and courage, and doesn't follow Tom's old path.

There are not so many whys in this matter. If I have to, I'm a professor.

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