Harriet Potter

I wasn't unexpected when Perks sent a scroll in italics, how could I have thought that Dumbledore would slow down the Horcrux hunt just because I knew something I shouldn't?But when I read the note and looked up, Purks' reaction made it clear that I must have looked terrible.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Ron asked, craned his neck to read the note. "Bad news?"

"Dumbledore's, he told me to go to his office as soon as possible," I said, crumpling up the note.

Meaningful glances passed between me, Ron, and Hermione in a comical way.

"Yeah," Ron whispered, "do you think he'll find...?"

"Better check it out, eh?" I muttered, standing up.

"Are you sure you're all right, Harry?" Hermione asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"No," I said roughly, and exhaled again, "it doesn't matter anyway, does it?"

I left the common room quickly and sprinted down the eighth-floor corridor with an urgency I couldn't understand.I didn't know if I wanted to see Dumbledore, he said it would be a few weeks - I shouted the command at the gatekeeper and rushed up the moving spiral staircase three steps at a time; Instead of knocking on Dumbledore's door, I pounded on it; I was already inside before the calm voice answered, "Come in."

Phoenix Fox turned around and looked at me, its bright black eyes shone with the golden sunset outside the window.Its owner - Dumbledore would have preferred to say an old friend - was standing at the window looking out over the campus, a long black traveling cloak draped over his arm.

"Well, Harriet, I promised you would come with me."

"Yes, sir."

"Of course, if you like."

"If you think I won't go, you won't send that note."

The portrait on the wall hissed at my rudeness, and I stood motionless in the middle of the room, a white mist from the silverware on the shelf to my left, the delicate aroma slowing my heartbeat.

"Have you found a Horcrux, sir?" I asked.

"I think so."

"Which Horcrux? Where is it?"

"I'm not sure which one either - though I think the snake can be ruled out - but I believe it's hidden in a cave by the sea far away, a cave I've been trying to find for a long time. Tom Riddle in the orphanage every year Do you remember that cave where two orphans were terrorized during a trip?"

"Remember, what defense mechanism does it have?"

"I don't know, just a few guesses, and they might be completely wrong." Dumbledore paused. "Harry, I promised you that you could come with me, and I keep that promise. But if I don't warn you in advance that this will There is an extraordinary danger, and I should not have done it."

I almost laughed, but Dumbledore turned away from the light of the setting sun, and something in the shadows told me he meant it.It's unbelievable that he planned my death and feared for my safety.

"Would you like to come with me tonight?" he asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Very well, then listen." Dumbledore straightened his back, "I will take you there on one condition: You must immediately obey any order I give you without question."

"Ok."

"Listen, Harry. I mean you even have to obey orders like 'run' or 'hide' or 'go back'. Do you agree?"

"promise."

"If I told you to hide, would you?"

"meeting."

"If I tell you to run away, will you obey?"

"meeting."

"If I told you to leave me and save yourself, would you do it?"

"I--"

"Harry?"

We stared at each other for a while.

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Then I want you to get your invisibility cloak, and we'll meet in the foyer in five minutes."

Dumbledore turned again, looking out of the fiery red window, where the sun was now shining like a ruby ​​in the sky.He knows, I never carried an invisibility cloak with me after that night because "just to be safe" sounded so ridiculous and pointless; The countdown ticks in my head; I no longer look at the Marauder's Map.I was no longer curious, I no longer had the passion to do anything.

I hurried out of the office and down the spiral staircase.Ron and Hermione's surprised inquiries were left behind by me, and I stopped on the top stone steps outside the hall, panting heavily, and there was a burning pain between my legs.Already Dumbledore was waiting outside the oaken gate, waiting patiently for me to catch my breath and put on the Invisibility Cloak, my traveling cloak motionless in the still summer air.

"But what will people think when they see you out, Professor?" I asked, feeling a growing voice in the back of my head shouting that something was going to happen tonight.

"I go to Hogsmeade for a drink," said Dumbledore lightly. "I go to Rosmer Tower sometimes, or the Hog's Head pub...or pretend to be there, it's a good way to disguise the real destination." method."

We walked out in the growing twilight.The smell of warm grass, tide, and wood-burning smoke wafting from Hagrid's hut made the purpose of our trip a bit unreal.Dumbledore kept up just enough pace for me to keep up with ease, I don't know why I noticed this detail at this moment, I never had to struggle to catch up with Dumbledore.

And Alvin, I remembered.Alvin's footsteps are always as slow as his tone when he read aloud, as if he has endless patience.

We went out of the gate and down the deserted path leading to Hogsmeade in the twilight.The night fell as fast as our footsteps, and it was completely dark when we came to the main road.Lights flickered in the shop windows, and as we approached the Three Broomsticks we heard hoarse shouts.

"—don't come in!" Rosmerta yelled, forcing a scruffy-looking wizard out, "Oh, hello, Albus...so late..."

"Good evening, Rosmerta, good evening...forgive me, I'm going to the Hog's Head...Don't take offense, I just want a quieter atmosphere tonight..."

After a little while they turned into a side street where the sign of the Hog's Head pub creaked softly, though there was no wind.Compared with the Three Broomsticks, this bar looks empty.

"We don't have to go in," murmured Dumbledore, glancing around, "as long as no one sees us leaving... Now put your hand on my arm, Harry. Don't hold on too hard, I just Leading you. I'll count to three—one... two... three..."

I spin up.Immediately there was that horrible feeling again, like being squeezed into a thick rubber tube, I couldn't breathe, every part of my body was squeezed.Then just when I thought I was going to suffocate, the invisible tube burst open, and I stood in the cool darkness, gulping in the fresh, salty air.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed beneath my feet, and a chilly breeze blew through my hair.We were standing on a tall black rock outcropping, and it and several adjacent pieces appeared to have been dislodged from the face of the cliff at some point in the past.The cliff towered behind us, and the steep rock wall fell straight down, so dark that it was impossible to see clearly.The surroundings are bare and desolate, except for the vast sea and rocks, there is no tree, no grass and sand.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked, as if asking if this would be an ideal picnic spot.

"Did they bring children from the orphanage here?" I couldn't imagine a more uncomfortable place to travel.

"Not here, exactly," said Dumbledore. "There's a sort of village halfway up those cliffs behind us. I believe they took the orphans there to breathe the sea." The air, look at the waves. No, I think only Tom Riddle and the kids he bullied have ever been to this place. Muggles can't climb this big rock, unless they're really good at rock climbing; neither do boats. The surrounding waters are too dangerous. I can imagine how Riddle climbed up. Magic must work better than ropes. He also took two small children with him, probably for the fun of scaring them. I think In fact, he can come up alone, what do you think?"

I looked up at the cliff again and got goosebumps all over my body.

"But his—and ours—are a little further on. Let's go."

We climbed down along the huge pebbles that were half exposed to the sea. The rocks at the bottom were extremely wet and slippery from the sea water, and the cold waves splashed on my face. hand.He lit his wand to illuminate the dark hole next to it, and we slipped into the water and swam in.Soon, the crack turned into a dark tunnel, which would definitely be filled with seawater at high tide.The slimy rock walls were only three feet apart and glistened wet like tar in the passing light of Dumbledore's wand.I continued to swim after Dumbledore, my cold-numbed fingers scraping the rough, damp rock.Then we climbed up the steps leading to the huge cave one after the other. I shivered in the silent and cold air, watching Dumbledore slowly circle in place, and finally locked the target on a rock wall.As his wand pointed, the outline of an arch appeared there.

"You succeeded!" My teeth chattered, but before I could finish my words, the outline disappeared, and the rock was still as hard and thick as before, with nothing on it.Dumbledore looked over his shoulder.

"Harriet, I'm so sorry, I forgot," he said, and with a flick of his wand, my clothes were instantly dry and warm, as if they had been hung to dry before a roaring fire.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, but Dumbledore turned back to the solid cave wall as if stabbed by the word, lost in thought.After 2 minutes, he said softly, "Oh, of course not. It's too low-level."

I don't think a mechanism that needs to hurt myself to pass is so low-level, I subconsciously want to stop Dumbledore from swinging the knife on his forearm.He looked at me almost sadly, and cut the knife down, and the rock surface was immediately covered with shiny, dark red blood drops.

"You are very kind, Harry," said Dumbledore, running the point of his wand across the deep gash he had made on his arm, which healed instantly, "but your blood is more bloody than mine." Valuable. Ah, it does seem to work, doesn't it?"

The outline of the dazzling white arch reappeared on the cave wall again, and this time it did not disappear.The blood-stained rock within the arch disappeared suddenly, revealing a doorway that contained what seemed to be endless darkness.

"Come with me," said Dumbledore through the doorway, and I followed him in, hastily lighting my wand.But he stopped suddenly, and I almost ran headfirst into him.

"I'm really lucky, Harry, to have you by my side." Dumbledore's voice was as heavy as the damp darkness around him. "On this journey."

"You mean it's not a loss if I die here anyway?" I blurted out.

Dumbledore's expression froze, and he closed his eyes.

"Let's go." He said, continuing to walk deep into the rock formation, the tall figure guiding me in the dark.

The author has something to say: re-reading this part of the original work, I found two abuse points that I hadn’t noticed before: 1. Dumbledore was looking out the window when Harry entered the office, and he didn’t look back until he rushed in. At that time He already knew that this was the last school he was looking at; 2. When they arrived at the entrance of the Pig's Head Bar, Dumbledore looked at the bar and said, "We don't need to go in", and then took Harry away, not with his only relative say goodbye.Feeling overwhelmed, I decided to keep these two points intact.

The code is here to silently complain: Harry, you will regret it, and I will tell you.