HP Magic Biography

Seeing the cheers from the hanging statue, Fan Lin couldn't help being a little startled.

Hogwarts' recognition of Dumbledore has reached an unparalleled level, and all this is a heavy blow to Fudge.

I don't know if Umbridge was rescued from the centaur tribe by Fudge, but now it seems that there is no need to keep her there.

Thank you, said Dumbledore softly, and then bowed to all the headmasters.

At least for Dumbledore, it is not difficult to return to Hogwarts, but for many people, Dumbledore's return to Hogwarts is undoubtedly the most powerful reassurance .

In fact, Dumbledore didn't look at them at first, but walked up to the high shelf next to the door, took Fawkes's small, ugly, featherless body from the inside pocket of his dress, and placed it gently next to the shelf where Fawkes had been parked. on the ashes.

Well, let's start with you, Harry. Dumbledore finally moved away from the little phoenix. You'll be glad that none of your companions suffered sustained damage from last night's events.

Harry tried to say yes but no sound came out, it seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him that his recklessness caused the members of the Order of the Phoenix to fight, and he watched as Sirius was blasted out of the body and even though Dumbledore looked directly at him for a moment, even though his expression was mild and non-accusatory, Harry couldn't bear to meet his eyes.

It was he who put all the members in a dangerous situation. Fortunately, Voldemort did not kill before Dumbledore arrived, but set his target on the prophecy ball in his hand.

However, this was not an easy thing for Harry to accept.

He was like a monkey, played around by Voldemort, and even invaded his consciousness, once wanted to kill the two people in front of him.

his Occlumency

Madame Pomfrey will fix everyone, Dumbledore said slowly, Tank Nadara may need to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for a while, but it looks like she will recover as before.

Harry nodded contentedly towards the carpet, which looked much clearer as the sky outside gradually brightened. He was sure that all the wizards in the room were listening to Dumbledore's every word, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had gone and why anyone had been hurt.

I know how you feel, Harry, said Dumbledore quietly.

No, you don't understand, Harry said suddenly, a fire erupting inside him, and Dumbledore didn't understand how he felt at all.

You know, Dumbledore, Phoenix whispered, don't try to understand students, they hate that. They'd rather have a tragic misunderstanding, wallow in self-pity, and keep themselves to themselves.

Enough, Phoenix, said Dumbledore. Harry turned his back on Dumbledore and looked out the window. He could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

That was his favorite place, but now it looked like it was a bit bad. He didn't know anything, and then he was arranged inexplicably, asked his partners to take risks for him, and was even played like a monkey.

Anger and guilt lingered in Harry, not the excitement of being rescued.

Thinking about it now, many doubts made Harry a little confused.

Why was he kidnapped and then all the people showed up in that place.

because of my own stupidity

Fan Lin said it was a trap, but obviously, as a trap, a trap that almost wiped out all of them is obviously not qualified.

Voldemort came so fast, they almost died there.

Fan Lin didn't speak. In fact, he didn't know how to explain it to Harry.

Tell Harry, you are being used by us, but this is beyond their expectations, and the speed of Voldemort's action caught them by surprise

Obviously, no matter what kind of explanation it is, it is not acceptable to Harry.

Especially Harry's current state.

Played by Voldemort, causing members of the Order of the Phoenix to be injured.

Wherever Voldemort appears, there must be some kind of accident. It is lucky that there is no death.

Don't feel guilty, Harry, in fact, the fault is mine, of course, said Dumbledore. This feeling is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort, and it will be your strength, Harry.

Harry felt a fire in his chest, burning in the void of fear, filling him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore, who seemed to be speaking quietly and hollowly. Is My Greatest Strength

He looked at the Quidditch pitch but turned a blind eye, his voice trembling, You don't understand you don't know

I don't know what Dumbledore asked calmly.

Too much, Harry turned, trembling violently. I don't want to talk about my feelings right now, okay

Harry, it's part of being human to go through the pain that guarantees you to be a man

Then, I don't want to be human, Harry growled, grabbed the silver instrument next to him and threw it out. The instrument hit the wall and fell to the ground. honestly

I don't care, Harry yelled at them, grabbing a bright mirror and throwing it into the stove, I've had enough, I've seen enough, I want to get out, I want it to be over, I just want It's all over and I don't care about him anymore

He grabbed the table with the silver instruments and threw it, the table fell to the ground, its legs scattered in all directions.

You do care, said Dumbledore, who didn't flinch, didn't do anything to stop Harry from destroying his room, his expression remained calm, even aloof. You care so much that you want to die because of the pain.

I'm not Harry screamed, so loud that he felt his throat might tear, and for a moment he even wanted to rush at Dumbledore and attack him, smashing his peaceful face, hurting him, making him Feeling a little panic inside.

What is this to be easily controlled, to be teased

Even, at that time, he wanted to die

This may have been brought to him by Voldemort's consciousness, but if it is completely false

Dumbledore has been hiding it from him, and he is just a

Yes, you are, Dumbledore said more calmly, you have now lost your mother, your father, and all the secret things you knew about your father, of course you care

You don't know how I feel, Harry yelled, you're standing here and you don't understand why I'm messing with him he almost killed me, killed everyone, why

Harry didn't continue talking, because he found that no matter how he described it, the anger became more and more intense.

But words were no longer enough, and breaking things would not help, and he wanted to run away, never to look back, to a place where he would never see those bright blue eyes staring at him again, and With that hateful calm old face. He turned and rushed to the door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it.

The door still couldn't be opened.

Harry turned to face Dumbledore.

Let me out, he said, shaking from head to toe.

No. Dumbledore said simply. They stared at each other for a while.

Let me out, said Harry again.

No, Dumbledore repeated.

if you don't if you keep keeping me here if you don't let me

Continue to wreck my room... said Dumbledore, I dare say I have too many. He went to his chair and sat down, then looked at Harry.

Let me out, said Harry again, in a tone as cold as Dumbledore's.

We have to talk about Harry, your mood right now

You think I miss you and I don't care what you want to say Harry growled, don't want to hear anything you say

You will, said Dumbledore calmly, because you're not as mad at me as you should be, and if you really wanted to attack me, as I know you almost did, I'd totally Know all about it.

What did you say

What happened today is entirely my own fault, Dumbledore said, In fact, whether it puts you in danger or anything else, I am too confident, relying on my own confidence Ability to handle everything, but obviously, there were some uncontrollable accidents and this

Harry was still standing by the door, his hand still on the handle, but he was no longer aware of it. He stared at Dumbledore, barely breathing, barely understanding what he was hearing.

Sit down, please, said Dumbledore. This is not an order, this is a request.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly across the messy room and sat down in the chair facing Dumbledore.

Harry, I owe you an explanation, said Dumbledore, a erroneous statement about the old man. I'm so sorry to you now that I should have done so earlier and didn't, this Mistakes are made with old age, you don't understand how old people feel and think, but it's a crime for old people to forget that they were once young and I just forgot.

The sun was rising at this moment, and the mountain peak was hooked with a clear orange edge, and the sky above was getting less and less colorful but getting brighter. The light fell on Dumbledore, on his silvery eyebrows and beard, on the deep lines of his face.

You should have recovered too, if you don't mind.

I'm fine, Professor, Fan Lin said, and sat with Harry on the chair opposite Dumbledore.

I guess, fifteen years ago, said Dumbledore, when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guessed it was a bond between you and Voldemort.

You've told me this before, Professor Harry said bluntly, he didn't mind being rude, he didn't mind anything anymore.

Yes, Dumbledore apologized, yes, but, you see, you have to start with your scars. Obviously, when you returned to the magical society, my guess proved to be right, when Voldemort When approaching you or when he is emotional, your scars give you an early warning.

I know, Harry said wearily.

It's your ability to detect Voldemort's presence, even when he's disguised, and to know his thoughts when he's emotional. This became more and more apparent when Voldemort regained his body and regained his magic.

Harry nodded wearily, he already knew that.

Recently, said Dumbledore, I've become concerned that Voldemort may have this connection with you. Obviously, you have entered his mind many times so that he can notice this. Of course, what I want to say is that The night you witnessed Mr Weasley being attacked.

Well, Snape told me, Harry whispered.

Professor Snape, Harry, Dumbledore corrected him, have you ever wondered why I didn't explain this to you until now why I didn't teach you Occlumency myself and why I didn't visit you for months?

Harry looked over, and he could see that Dumbledore was sad and tired now.

Yes, Harry whispered, I've thought about it.

You know, Dumbledore went on, I'm sure it won't be long before Voldemort tries to get inside you, manipulate and misdirect your mind, and I can't give him any more incentive to do that, I imagine if he knew the difference between you and me. The relationship between is not just the principal and the students, he will take the opportunity to probe me through you. I worry about his usage of you, the possibility that he may try to use to control you, I think one day or when we get too close Voldemort was right to control you and use your thoughts. I think I see his shadow in your eyes

Harry remembered that day when he met Dumbledore's eyes and he felt a sleeping snake seem to rise from within, ready to attack.

Voldemort's dominion over your target, as he demonstrates tonight, will not bring about my destruction, but it will bring about yours. He hopes that by simply controlling you for a while, I will sacrifice you in an attempt to destroy him. , so you see, I tried to keep you at a distance to protect you, Harry, an old man's mistake

He sighed deeply. Harry let the words flow, and if he had heard them a month ago he would have been very interested, but now and the rift in his heart caused by the panic caused by Voldemort's invasion and the uncontrollable changes made this explanation seem at all unreasonable. unimportant

Sirius told me that when you dreamed the night Mr Arthur Weasley was attacked and you felt Voldemort waking up inside you, it immediately occurred to me that I was right to worry that Voldemort had realized that he could use You, in order to prevent you from being manipulated by Voldemort, I arranged for Professor Snape's Psychic Defense class.

He paused as Harry watched the sunlight stream slowly across Dumbledore's delicate table, illuminating the silver inkpot and red quill. Harry knew that all the portraits around them were awake listening to Dumbledore's narration, and he could hear the occasional rubbing of dresses, a slight coughing.

Professor Snape discovered, continued Dumbledore, that you had dreamed about the door of the Ministry of Mysteries. Of course, Voldemort had heard the prophecy after regaining his voice, so he knew about the door, so You know it too, even though you don't know exactly what it means.

Then you see that Rook Wood, who worked for the Ministry of Mysteries before his arrest, told Voldemort what we all knew before, that the Ministry of Magic's Prophecy Spheres are very tightly guarded and only those specifically referred to can be removed from the shelf. Endure the frenzy of picking them up, so that either Voldemort himself enters the Ministry of Magic at the risk of exposure, or you fetch them for him. That makes it all the more urgent that you have to learn Occlumency.

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