HP Approaches the Magic World

"No problem, I believe in Gellert's ability."

"I'm not doubting the teacher's ability. It's just that this matter requires a little more preparation. Originally, I planned to ask ancestor Helga to help you transfer your soul. In this way, with the flame of Phoenix Fox, there will be no other problems.

, but now it seems that our ancestors’ recovery is still far away, and we obviously need a new insurance item.”

"In that case," Dumbledore was a little hesitant after Jon's analysis: "How about you come?"

"I can come, but my strength is really too weak."

After all, it involves the level of the soul. If you want to keep Dumbledore's soul intact and avoid losing it, you can either make Horcruxes like Voldemort did, so that the power of the soul can be kept weak. In this case, only with the current

Strength can also keep the soul intact.

In other words, retain part of the soul first, and then use other power to retain the other souls.

But it was obvious that Dumbledore would not adopt this method.

They were about to say something when they suddenly heard Harry's voice coming from outside.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll go back first. By the way, those idiots in the Ministry of Magic are really not very useful. Please talk to our boy about this matter."

Jon stood up and turned around, and his body disappeared, leaving only Dumbledore and the principals in the portrait.

So when Harry came in, he saw the light in Dumbledore's office was on, and the portraits of the previous principals were snoring gently in the picture frame.

The pensieve was placed on the table again, and Dumbledore was holding the edge of the basin with both hands. His right hand was still burnt black, and it seemed that he had not improved at all.

Harry wondered for the hundredth time what could have caused such obvious damage, but he didn't ask.

Dumbledore said he would find out later, and besides, he had another thing to say, but before Harry could mention Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first.

"I heard you met the Minister of Magic at Christmas?"

"Yes, he is not very satisfied with me."

"Yeah," Dumbledore sighed: "He's not very satisfied with me either. Let's try not to be depressed by the pain, Harry, and keep fighting."

Harry smiled.

"He wants me to tell the wizarding world that the Ministry of Magic is doing a great job."

Dumbledore also laughed.

"This was originally Fudge's idea. In the last days of his tenure, he was desperately trying to keep his position. He once wanted to see you and hoped that you could support him——"

"After what Fudge did last year? After Umbridge?"

"I told Fudge it was impossible, but the idea didn't die after he left office. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour was appointed, and he asked me to arrange an interview with you—"

"Is this what you had a dispute about?" Harry blurted out: "It was published in the Daily Prophet."

"The Daily Prophet does occasionally report some truth," Dumbledore said, "although it may be unintentional. Yes, we had a dispute about this... It seems that Rufus finally managed to corner you."

"He accused me of being 'Dumbledore's man through and through'."

"He's so rude."

"I said I was."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Behind Harry, Fawkes, the phoenix, let out a soft, melodious cry. Harry suddenly found that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes were a little moist, and he was greatly embarrassed.

Busy looked down at his knees. But when Dumbledore spoke, his voice was quite calm.

"I'm touched, Harry."

"Scrimgeour wants to know where you go when you're not at Hogwarts." Harry was still staring at his knees.

"Yes, he likes to inquire about this." Dumbledore's voice became cheerful, and Harry felt that he could raise his head. "He even tried to keep an eye on me, which is really interesting. He sent Delis to follow me, which is not good. I

I have already been forced to use the magic spell on Delis, and it is with great regret that I have used it again."

"So they don't know where you're going yet?"

Harry hoped to get more information on this question that he was curious about, but Dumbledore just looked at him from above the half-moon glasses and smiled.

"Yeah, they don't know, and it's too early to tell you now. Now, I suggest that we continue the class, unless there is something else-?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry, "it's about Malfoy and Snape."

"Professor Snape, Harry."

"Yes, sir. I heard them at Professor Slughorn's party...well, I actually followed them..."

Dumbledore listened calmly. After Harry finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Thank you for telling me, Harry, but I suggest you don't take it to heart. I don't think it is very important.

"

"Isn't it important?" Harry said in disbelief: "Professor, do you understand -"

"Yes, Harry, thank God for giving me extraordinary intelligence. I understand everything you said to me."

Dumbledore said somewhat pointedly: "I think you can even believe that I understand better than you do, and I'm glad you can tell me, but let me assure you that you haven't said anything that would upset me."

Harry sat there staring at Dumbledore, feeling like his heart was boiling.

What exactly is going on?

Did Dumbledore really instruct Snape to find out what Malfoy was doing, and he had already heard what Harry said from Snape?

Or is he actually worried and just pretending to be nonchalant?

"Then, sir," Harry said in what he hoped was a polite, calm voice, "you still trust—"

"I have answered the question leniently enough," said Dumbledore, but his tone was no longer lenient: "My answer has not changed."

"I don't think so."

said a sarcastic voice above them, Phineas Nigellus evidently only pretending to be asleep.

But Dumbledore ignored him and just looked at Harry and continued.

"Now, Harry, I must insist on continuing with the class. I have more important things to discuss with you tonight."

Harry sat there unconvinced.

What if he refuses to change the subject?

What if he persisted in arguing about Malfoy?

Dumbledore saw through Harry's thoughts, but still shook his head and said nothing.

"I'm going to show you two memories tonight. They were both hard-earned. I think the second one is the most important of all the memories I've collected."

Harry said nothing, still angry that his report had been treated coldly, but he also saw that there was little gain in continuing to argue.

"So," Dumbledore said loudly, "we are going to continue the story of Tom Riddle tonight. Last lesson we talked about him just about to cross the threshold of Hogwarts.

You probably remember how excited he was when he heard he was a wizard, and how he refused to let me accompany him to Diagon Alley, and I warned him not to continue stealing after entering school."