[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Albus woke up yesterday morning. I kept the news very tight and no one told me. I didn't expect that you would suddenly contact me and want to come here." Although there was an oolong, Grindelwald The expression on his face was very calm, which was completely different from the irritability and malice visible to the naked eye when we met last time, "I naturally thought, from which channel did you know the secret of Albus' awakening."

He shrugged with a smile: "I thought there was a traitor among the saints. Fortunately, it wasn't."

"Is Professor Dumbledore all right?" Sirius asked urgently.

"I don't think his situation is 'good,'" Grindelwald said, sounding bitter, "although he sees it very differently than I do."

He snorted sullenly, and turned his gaze to Harry: "So, since you're not here for Albus, what are you looking for me for?"

"It doesn't matter now," said Harry, with as much urgency as Sirius.The news of Professor Dumbledore's awakening flooded his thoughts and pushed everything else aside.He took a deep breath, calmed down, looked directly at Grindelwald, and said, "I want to meet Professor Dumbledore first."

What Professor Dumbledore knew, what he faced, and what has always haunted him, Horcruxes, prophecies, the passing of his parents, the gap between him and the Dark Lord, the Deathly Hallows, the wizard's choice of path... … These things have been stuck in his heart for so, so long, but he has never been able to find a suitable person to talk to, it seems that these heavy burdens can only be borne by him alone.

Now, after knowing the news of Professor Dumbledore waking up, Harry suddenly felt an extremely urgent mood, wanting to talk to the old man who guided him through the thorns, pour out the depression in his heart, and listen to the long-awaited Proverbs of the author.

Grindelwald took a strange look at Harry, who was in an urgent tone, and shrugged: "I thought you were here to see Albus, but now he is already waiting for you in the room. Even if you don't say anything, you have to go see him." meet him."

He turned back and took a step: "Come with me."

He led the two of them through the path next to the living room, and stopped in front of a door.Glancing back at Harry and Sirius, Grindelwald pushed open the door and walked in first: "Albus, Potter and Black are here to see you."

Harry couldn't wait to follow the room. He ignored all the decorations and layout of the room, and his eyes were firmly glued to Professor Dumbledore.This familiar old man was half leaning on the bed, sitting upright, wearing familiar half-moon glasses, with familiar kind eyes, and was welcoming him with a familiar kind smile.

Seeing such a smile, Harry, who hadn't smiled these days, also had a vague smile on his face. It seemed that all of a sudden, the boulder hanging in his heart was suddenly let go, and he had support again. I have the confidence to face all the ups and downs again.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry murmured.

The old principal's eyes narrowed with a smile, and he waved his left hand at Harry: "Hi, Harry, and Sirius, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Harry and Sirius replied together.

Grindelwald stepped forward, waved the wand in his hand, conjured up three high-backed chairs in front of the bed, and unceremoniously sat on the chair closest to Dumbledore.Harry stepped up and took the second chair, leaving Sirius to choose the last chair.

"It feels like we haven't seen each other for a long, long time," Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Harry, you look a lot more mature."

Harry stared at Dumbledore's smile in a daze.Since the final of the Triwizard Tournament, he hadn't seen such a familiar smile for a long time.Except for the days when he didn't see each other in the Death Eater's Manor, even during the time he stayed in the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, he and Dumbledore rarely met, and even when they did, they almost never looked at each other , let alone looking at each other and smiling.

"I heard something about you, Harry," the old headmaster smiled slightly awkwardly, and he didn't look like an old man anymore. At that moment, he was like someone who was caught doing bad things The little boy who lived, "Well, I'm so sorry, I think some of it is my responsibility. There are some things I've known for a long time, but I didn't tell you; some things..."

His words stopped, and his expression even looked a little distressed.

"Horcruxes," said Harry. "Prophecies. The deaths of my parents. Deathly Hallows."

As one word after another was confided, the smile on Dumbledore's face became more and more awkward, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore.He let out a long sigh. "Yeah, yeah, these things. Looks like we need a long talk, boy."

His gaze moved to Grindelwald, who was sitting on a chair and impatiently crossed his arms: "Hey, Gellert, I think, maybe this should be a private conversation?"

Gellert frowned unhappily: "Your spirit can't support what you say for too long, don't forget that you just woke up, not healed."

"I know, I know," Dumbledore nodded obediently, "I just have to say something. Don't worry, I will be careful."

"You make yourself like this, and then tell me to rest assured?" Grindelwald frowned unhappily, "I think, I should be responsible for your body after finally saving you."

Dumbledore leaned against the back of the bed helplessly, drawing out his voice: "Gail—"

Grindelwald choked, and stared at Dumbledore on the bed: "You only call me Gail when you ask me for something, huh?"

Dumbledore showed a playful smile like an urchin: "If you want, I can call you that, Gail."

Grindelwald was speechless, stood up, and by the way pulled up the dumbfounded Sirius: "Let's go, let the two of them stay together. Private talk, huh."

Seemingly angrily, he strode out of the room, and the bewildered Sirius staggered from his excessive strides.

With a "click", the door was gently closed, so gently that it seemed that there was no sound.

Harry looked enviously at the door, then at Professor Dumbledore on the bed.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore continued the conversation between them calmly as if nothing had happened, "Can I trouble you to cast the Silencing Charm and Warning Charm? To prevent eavesdropping."

Harry seemed to hear a faint snort.He pretended he didn't hear anything, cast the Silent Shielding Charm and the Warning Charm as he said, and then sat back on the high-backed chair.Only then did he respond to a question: "Professor, why don't you cast the spell yourself? Could it be..."

His eyes circled around Dumbledore's right hand. Since the meeting, Dumbledore's right hand has been kept under the quilt and never taken out.

"Oh, the curse has not been cleared, that's all," Dumbledore said nonchalantly, "Now my right hand has not regained consciousness for the time being, and the magic power has also been blocked, so I can't use magic for the time being. I have to say, this curse Very domineering."

Harry's pupils contracted slightly: "Teacher, professor?"

"It doesn't matter," Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at him, "At this point, Gellert's displeasure is justified, he thinks I'm far from 'returning to normal', and I think, When you're sane, you can talk, you're back to normal."

"Let's not talk about that," said Dumbledore, his blue eyes gazing at Harry over half-moon spectacles, "and now, let's talk about that...that I should have told you earlier, But for various reasons, I have never said anything to you..."

Harry looked straight into those blue eyes and said nothing, but his heart began to beat faster.Some things, Professor Dumbledore really knew long ago...

"Where should I start..." Dumbledore seemed to be caught in the ocean of wandering thoughts, his eyes were a little lost, staring at the carving on the head of the bed for a while, and then turned his gaze back to Harry.He said: "Harry, five years ago, just as I planned and hoped, you came to Hogwarts safe and sound. Oh, maybe not entirely safe, you suffered. When I left you in your uncle, I knew you would suffer when I was at my aunt's doorstep. I knew that doing so would doom you to a decade of darkness and hardship."

— At that time, the Dark Lord said to him: "For example, Mrs. Figg, who lives next to you, is a Squib. Dumbledore hired her to spy on you. Your miserable, abused childhood has been in his sight Down."

Harry blinked hard, but said nothing.He literally intercepted Mrs. Squib Figg's owl, and she did indeed correspond with Dumbledore.

"You may ask, and with good reason why it should be the way it is. Why can't some wizarding families take you in? Many families are not only happy to do so, but to raise you as their own son, It will make them feel honored and happy."

"Like the Weasleys?" said Harry, and the Burrow had been his sweetest family for a long time, even now.

"Like the Weasleys," Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "Molly already regards you as the eighth son of the Weasleys, doesn't she?"

"Let me be honest, Harry, it's actually very good to live in a family like the Weasleys' when you were a child. It's a typical Gryffindor family, warm, lively, and the whole family is Gryffindor. Even the whole family is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore said, "Your childhood will be very happy, and some of your dark sides now-"

He paused uncomfortably before continuing: "Let me be honest, Harry, you do have a very deep dark side, and this dark side is not inherited from your parents, but to a large extent From what happened to you as a child."

The author has something to say: According to the common sense of every Harry Potter, at the end of the article, there is a link between Lao Deng and Harry talking and deciphering.I suddenly found out after writing here that this article is no exception OTZ...