HP Magic Biography

Harry went on.

He explained how Voldemort had emerged from the cauldron, told them all he could remember of what Voldemort had said to the corpse eaters, and how Voldemort had untied his rope and returned his wand, Get ready for a duel.

When Harry uttered Fan Lin's voice that suddenly appeared, Sirius couldn't sit still. He wanted to find Fan Lin, but no one knew where.

But when he said that a golden light connected him to Voldemort's staff, he found his throat blocked.

He wanted to go on, but his mind was flooded with memories of what came out of Voldemort's wand: the people he saw, the old man, Percy. Jorkins...his mother...his father...

He was glad Sirius had broken the silence. The wands are connected? he asked, looking at Harry and Dumbledore, Why?

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, who was fascinated.

;Incantato (flashback to the curse)... Dumbledore murmured.

He stared at Harry, and suddenly a flash of understanding passed between the two of them.

Reversed spell potency? Sirius said sharply.

Exactly! said Dumbledore. Harry's wand has the same core as Voldemort's, and each wand has a feather from the tail of the same phoenix. This phoenix, in fact... he said. said, pointing to the empty shelf.

The feather on my wand is Fawkes's? said Harry in surprise.

Yes, said Dumbledore, Mr. Ollivander wrote to tell me that when you left his shop four years ago, you bought a second rod.

And what happens when a stick touches his brother? Sirius asked.

There would be no normal function between them, said Dumbledore, but if the master of the wand forced them to fight, there would be little effect.

One of the wands will force the other to repeat the spell it cast - reversing it. The nearest becomes the furthest... and then the ones before. He looked at Harry, who nodded. That means, said Dumbledore slowly, staring into Harry's face, that some form of Lily and James must reappear.

Yes, that's right. Harry murmured, No wonder Van Lin asked me to duel Voldemort.

So Lily and James are alive again? Sirius said in a high-pitched voice.

No spell can bring the dead back to life, said Dumbledore heavily. Then all that happened was just a reverse reaction. The living shadows of Lily and James would come out of the wand. Am I right, Harry.

He talked to me, said Harry, his voice shaking again. The ghost of my parents, or whatever he was, spoke to me.

A reverberation, said Dumbledore. It retains the features and features of Lily and James. I guess other forms of this have emerged...

An earlier victim of Voldemort's wand . . . an old man, said Harry, still choking, Persy. Jorkins and . . .

Your parents! Dumbledore said quietly.

Sirius gripped Harry's shoulder so tightly it hurt Harry.

One of the earliest victims of the wand, said Dumbledore, nodding, in reverse order. Of course, if you maintain that connection, there will be many more. Well, Harry, these Reaction, these shadows... what did they do?

Harry described how the figures coming out of the wand wandered in the golden net, Voldemort seemed to be very afraid of them, Harry's father's shadow told him what to do, and then Van Lin urged outside the circle of light. At this point, Harry found that he couldn't go on.

He looked at Sirius, who covered his face with his hands.

I repeat, said Dumbledore, you have displayed the greatest courage I could have hoped for tonight. Your courage, Harry, is that of those who fought and died heroically against Voldemort's majesty. You have taken on the burden of a wizard, and you are up to it. You give us hope. Tonight you go to the hospital wing with me. I don't want you to go back to the dormitory, take some sleeping pills, and lie still . . . would you like to stay with him, Sirius?

Sirius nodded and stood up. He changed into the big black dog again, and walked out of the office with Harry and Dumbledore, and accompanied them down the stairs to the hospital wing.

When Dumbledore opened the door, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione surrounding the delirious and distressed Madam Pomfrey, who seemed to be demanding to know what had happened to Harry and to him. .

Harry was a little afraid to look up, he didn't want to look at Hermione's face, suddenly, Harry was a little dumb, he didn't even say hello...

As soon as Harry, Dumbledore and the big black dog came in, they immediately came over and surrounded them. Mrs. Weasley let out a whimper.

Harry, oh, Harry. She started running, but Dumbledore stood between them.

Molly, he said, holding up his hand, please listen to me for a moment. Harry has had a terrible ordeal tonight and he has just recounted it all for me. All he needs now is some quiet rest. If he I would like you to stay with him, he added, looking at Ron, Hermione, and Bill, so you can stay with him. But I hope you don't ask him until he's ready to answer, and certainly not tonight .”

Mrs. Weasley nodded palely. Suddenly she chided Ron and Bill as if they were making a row, You hear that? He needs to be quiet.

Headmaster, said Madam Pomfrey, looking at the big black dog that Sirius had turned into, I would like to ask—

The dog will stay with Harry for a while, said Dumbledore flatly. I promise, he's well trained. Harry, I'll wait until you go to bed.

Harry felt a sense of gratitude to Dumbledore for telling him not to ask him. It's not that he doesn't want them here, but he just can't bear to re-explain and relive it.

In particular, how should he explain it to Hermione?

Explain why Fan Lin hasn't come back until now, and now Hermione is mostly worried about him, but what if Hermione knows that Fan Lin also saw Voldemort?

It was impossible for him to hide anything, as long as Hermione asked, he had to answer honestly.

I'll see Connelly, and then I'll be back to see you, Harry, said Dumbledore. You stay here until tomorrow, when I have spoken to the school.

Then he left.

When Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a nearby bed, he saw the real Moody lying motionless on a bed across the room. His wooden leg and magic eye were on the bedside counter.

How is he? Harry asked. He'll be fine, Madam Pomfrey said. She gave Harry the pajamas and drew the curtains around him again. Harry took off his robes, put on his pajamas, and got into bed.

Ron, Hermione, Bill, Mrs. Weasley and the black dog sat around the bed curtain on the chairs on either side of him.

Ron and Hermione looked at him cautiously as if they were afraid of him.

I'm fine, Harry told them, just a little tired.

Harry quickly looked away from Hermione's face, it looked like the girl was asking Harry about Fan Lin, but Fan Lin...

Tears welled up in Mrs Weasley's eyes as he smoothed his bedspread.

Madam Pomfrey hurried to her office, bringing with her a goblet and a vial of purple potion.

Harry, you're going to drink this, she said, this is a medicine that keeps you from dreaming. Harry took the glass and took a few sips. Immediately he felt dizzy, everything around him became blurred, the lights in the room seemed to be blinking friendly by the side of his bed through his bed curtain, and his body seemed to be in the warm feather bed. The pad sank even deeper.

He hadn't finished drinking the medicine, and before he had time to speak, exhaustion brought him to sleep.