HP Approaches the Magic World

After walking for just a few minutes, Harry saw a bright light in front of him. Yaxley and Dolohov came to a clearing. Harry knew that the terrible Aragog once lived here.

Its giant, incomplete web was still there, but the offspring it had bred had been driven off by the Death Eaters to fight for them.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the clearing, and the flickering light illuminated a group of silent and alert Death Eaters.

Some were still covering their faces and wearing hoods, while others had their faces exposed.

Two giants sat on the periphery, casting huge shadows on the surroundings. Their faces were as cold and rough as carved in rock.

Harry saw Fenrir nibbling on his long nails furtively, and the blond man Roll gently wiped his bleeding lips.

He saw Lucius Malfoy looking downcast and trembling, and Narcissa's eyes were sunken and filled with fear.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on Voldemort.

He stood there with his head bowed, his two pale hands clasping the Elder Wand in front of him, as if praying or counting silently. Harry was still standing at the edge of the clearing, absurdly thinking of someone counting in a hide-and-seek game.

child.

Behind Voldemort's head, the giant snake Nagini still floated in its sparkling magic cage, like a giant halo, spinning and coiling constantly.

Dolohov and Yaxley walked among the group of people, and Voldemort looked up.

"There is no trace of him, Master."

Voldemort's expression did not change, and his red eyes seemed to be burning in the firelight.

He placed the Elder Wand between his long fingers and twitched it slowly.

"Owner--"

It was Bellatrix speaking.

She was sitting closest to Voldemort, with disheveled hair, a little blood on her face, and no injuries on her body.

Voldemort raised a hand to silence her, and she stopped talking, staring at Voldemort with fervent and adoring eyes.

"I thought he would come," Voldemort looked at the dancing flames and said in his high, clear voice, "I thought he would come."

No one spoke. They all seemed as scared as Harry. Harry's heart beat hard against his ribs, as if he was determined to escape the body he was about to abandon. He took off the invisibility cloak with sweaty hands and put it with him.

The wands were stuffed together under his robes. He didn't want to be tempted and struck back.

"It seems...I was wrong."

Voldemort said.

"you're not wrong."

Harry gathered all his strength and raised his voice to the loudest. He didn't want others to hear that he was afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from his numb fingers, and he stepped into the firelight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his parents, Sirius and

Lupine had disappeared. At this moment, he felt that no one else mattered except Voldemort. There were only the two of them.

The hallucination was fleeting. All the Death Eaters stood up, the giant roared, and there were shouts, gasps of surprise, and even laughter. Voldemort stood there frozen, but his red eyes saw Harry

, watching Harry approaching him step by step, with only the bonfire between them.

Then a voice shouted——

"Harry! No!"

Harry turned around and saw that Hagrid was tied to a nearby tree, struggling desperately, his huge body shaking the branches above his head.

"No! No! Harry, you want-?"

"Shut up!" Roll yelled, waving his wand, and Hagrid fell silent.

Bellatrix had already jumped up. She looked eagerly at Voldemort and then at Harry, her chest rising and falling violently. The only things still moving around her were the flames and the snake, which flashed behind Voldemort's head.

The cage was constantly coiling and uncoiling.

Harry could feel the wand on his chest, but he did not reach out to take it. He knew that the snake was too tightly protected, and even if he aimed the wand at Nagini, he would be hit by fifty spells first. Voldemort and

Harry was still looking at each other, and then Voldemort turned his head slightly to the side, looking at the boy standing in front of him, his lipless mouth twisting, revealing a strange and gloomy smile.

"Harry Potter," he said, his voice as soft as a hissing flame, "The Boy-Who-Lived."

None of the Death Eaters moved, they were all waiting, everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, Bellatrix was panting, but Harry thought of Ginny for no reason and her radiant appearance.

And the feeling of her lips against his lips——

Voldemort had already raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wanting to know what would happen next. Harry looked directly into those red eyes, hoping that that moment would come immediately, as soon as possible, while he

Still able to stand, not yet losing control, not yet showing fear—

Harry saw the mouth move, and with a flash of green light, everything disappeared.

But no one noticed that as the green light flashed, another light came from the side and came into Harry's mind.

Jon closed his eyes.

Harry lay face down, listening to the silence. He was completely alone. No one was looking at him. No one else was around. He wasn't quite sure he was here.

After a long time, maybe no time at all, he realized that he must be there, must be more than just a disembodied thought, because he was lying, absolutely lying, on the surface of something. He was therefore tactile,

And the thing under him also exists.

As soon as Harry came to this conclusion, he almost immediately realized that he was naked. He believed that he was the only one here, so he didn't feel embarrassed, but just felt a little curious.

He had a sense of touch and wanted to know if he still had vision. He tried to open his eyes and found that he still had eyes.

He was lying in the bright mist, but it was different from the fog he had seen before. It was not that the surrounding scenery was enveloped in cloud-like vapor, but that these cloud-like vapor had not yet formed the surrounding scenery. What he was lying on

The ground seemed white, neither hot nor cold, just a presence, a flat, empty thing.

He sat up and his body seemed uninjured. He touched his face and found that his glasses were gone.

A sound came to his ears from the unformed nothingness around him: a small banging sound made by something constantly flapping, swinging and struggling. This sound was pitiful and a little obscene at the same time.

He had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if he was eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.

Only then did he wish he was wearing clothes.

As soon as this idea took shape in my mind, a robe appeared not far away.

He took it and put it on: the robe was soft, clean, and warm.

How strange, it just appeared like that, he just had this idea...

He stood up and looked around. Was he in a large Room of Requirement?

The more he looked, the more he discovered that there was much to see.

A huge circular glass roof shone in the sunlight high above his head.

Maybe this is a palace.

It was quiet all around, except for the weird banging and whimpering sounds coming from the mist nearby...

Harry slowly turned around on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be transformed in front of his eyes.

A vast space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, with the clear glass dome above it. The hall was empty, and he was the only one, except for——

He flinched.

He saw the thing that made the noise.

The shape of the thing was a naked child, curled up on the ground. The red skin was very rough and looked like it had been peeled off. It was lying shivering under a seat. It had been abandoned and stuffed indiscriminately.

There, struggling to breathe.

Harry was scared.

Although the thing was petite, weak, and injured, he was unwilling to get close to it. However, he still moved over little by little, ready to retreat at any time.

Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn't have the courage to do so.

He felt like a coward.

He should have comforted it, but the thing disgusted him.

"You can't help."

Harry turned around suddenly, and Albus Dumbledore was walking towards him. He had a straight back, brisk steps, and was wearing a flowing dark blue robe.

"Harry."

He opened his arms, both hands white and intact: "You are an outstanding child.

You brave, brave man.

let's go."

Dumbledore strode away from the whimpering red-skinned child, and Harry followed him dizzily.

Dumbledore led the way to the two chairs, which were spread apart under the high, shiny roof, which Harry had not noticed before.

Dumbledore sat down on one chair, and Harry sat on the other, staring blankly at the old headmaster's face.

Although, he was played by Jon, Harry obviously couldn't discover this.

Dumbledore's long silver hair and beard, his sharp blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses, his crooked nose: everything was just as he remembered, and yet...

"But you are dead."

"yes."

"So...I'm dead too?"

"Heh," the smile on Jon's face became more obvious: "This is a problem, right? In general, dear child, I don't think so."

The two looked at each other, the old man still smiling.

"No?" Harry asked.

"No."

"But……"

Harry instinctively touched the lightning-shaped scar with his hand.

The scar seems to be gone.

"But I should be dead - I didn't resist! I was going to let him kill me!"

"I think that's what changed the whole thing," Jon said.

Happiness radiated from Jon's body like light and fire, and magic was put to its best use.

Harry had never seen the old man look so pure, so obviously happy.

Now, Jon is Dumbledore.

"Tell me more details."

"Actually, you already know."

Dumbledore said this.

He twirled his thumbs.

"I asked him to kill me," said Harry, "didn't I?"

"Yes," Jon was thinking, so Dumbledore, who appeared outwardly, nodded: "Go on!"

"In this way, the part of his soul in my body..."

Dumbledore nodded his head more vigorously, with an encouraging smile on his face, and urged Harry to continue.

"...It disappeared?"

"Yes!" said Dumbledore, "Yes, he destroyed it.

Your soul is complete and completely your own, Harry."

"But……"

Harry turned his head and looked at the trembling and injured little life under the chair over there.

"What is that, Professor?"

"It's something we can't do anything about."

"But if Voldemort had used the Killing Curse," Harry asked again, "no one would die for me this time - how could I still be alive?"

"I think you know," Jon said. "Think back and think about what he did out of ignorance, greed and cruelty."

Harry thought.

He let his eyes pass over the surrounding scenery. If the place where they were sitting was really a palace, it was also a strange palace, with some chairs placed here and there and some railings erected.

But apart from him, Dumbledore and the little being under the chair, there was no other living being.

Then, effortlessly, the answer came to his lips easily.

"He took my blood."

"Exactly!" Jon laughed, and the Dumbledore said: "He took your blood and used it to reshape his flesh and blood!

Your blood flows in his veins, Harry, and Lily's spell lives in both of you!

As long as he doesn't die, your life will not end either!"

"As long as he lives... I will live? But I thought... I thought... it was the other way around!

I thought we both had to die, didn't we?

Or is it actually the same thing?"

The painful being behind him kept whimpering and colliding, making Harry uneasy and turned his head to look again.

"Do you really think we can't do something?"

"To no avail."

"Then... let's talk about it in detail."

Harry said and Dumbledore laughed.

"Harry, you are the seventh Horcrux, which he created accidentally.

He made his soul extremely unstable, and it split when he committed those horrific crimes of murdering your parents and trying to kill a child.

But less escaped from that room than he knew.

Not only did he leave behind the child's body, but a part of himself is still attached to you, the child who survived the catastrophe."

"What a shame, Harry! Voldemort never takes the trouble to understand things he doesn't value.

Voldemort knew nothing about house elves and fairy tales, about love, loyalty and innocence.

Nothing.

In fact, they all have a power more powerful than him, a power beyond any magic, but he has never understood this fact."

"He took your blood, believing it would make him stronger.

He ingested a small portion of the spell your mother left behind when she died for you.

His body makes your mother's talisman of sacrifice immortal. As long as that talisman still exists, you will not die, and Voldemort's last glimmer of hope for himself will not disappear."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile, but Harry just stared at him blankly.

"You've known it for a long time? You've always - known it?"

"I guessed it. But my guesses are usually not too far off." Dumbledore said happily, and then they sat in silence for what seemed like a long time, with the being behind him still sobbing and trembling.

"And," said Harry, "there's one more thing. Why did my wand defeat the wand he borrowed?"

"As for that, I'm not sure."

"Then take a guess," Harry said, and Dumbledore laughed loudly.

"What you must understand, Harry, is that you and Voldemort traveled together into areas of magic that were hitherto unknown and untouched. I think what happened was like this. It had no precedent, and I don't think any wandmaker could have predicted or predicted it.

Explain to Voldemort."

"You already know that when Voldemort returned to his human form, he inadvertently doubled the connection between you. At that time, part of his soul was still attached to you, and in order to increase his power, he sacrificed your mother

Part of the talisman was absorbed into his body. If he understood the terrifying power of sacrificing the talisman, he might not dare to touch your blood... However, if he could understand this, he could not be Voldemort, and

I won’t kill anyone anymore.”

"Voldemort strengthened this double bond, entwining your fates more tightly than any other in history between two wizards, and then he struck with a wand that had the same core as yours.

You. So, we all know that something very strange happened. The reaction of the two wand cores was beyond Voldemort's expectations. He had no idea that your wand core was twin to his."

"He was more frightened than you were that night, Harry. You had acknowledged and even embraced the possibility of death, something Voldemort could never have done. Your courage won, and your wand defeated his. In

At the same time, something happened between the two wands that reflected the relationship between the two owners."

"I believe that your wand absorbed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort's wand that night. In other words, it contained a little bit of Voldemort himself. Therefore, when he chased you, your wand recognized him and recognized him.

With this being at once a kindred spirit and a mortal enemy, it breathed back into him some of Voldemort's own magic, magic far more powerful than Lucius's wand. Now, your wand has the power of both you and yourself.

With his extraordinary courage and the deadly power of Lord Voldemort himself, what's the point of Lucius Malfoy's pitiful little stick?"

"If my wand is so powerful, how can Hermione break it?" Harry asked.

"My dear child, its amazing effect was only against Voldemort, because he had tampered with the most profound magical rules very hastily. Only when it was directed against him did the wand act extremely powerful. At other times, it just followed other people.

It's the same wand...but it's indeed a good wand, I believe that." Dumbledore said kindly.

Harry sat there thinking for a long time, or maybe only a few seconds. It's hard to be sure of things like time here.

"He killed me with your wand."

"He didn't kill you with my wand," Dumbledore corrected Harry, "and I think we can all agree that you didn't die - but of course," he added hastily, as if he was worried he was being rude, "

I don't underestimate your pain, I know it must be serious."

"But I feel great now," Harry said, looking down at his flawless hands. "Where are we?"

"Hey, I was just going to ask you," Dumbledore said, looking around, "where did you say we were?"

Harry didn't know it before Dumbledore asked this question, but at this moment, he found that he had the answer.

"It looks like," Harry said slowly, "it's like King's Cross Station, but much cleaner and emptier, and I can't see the train."

"King's Cross!" Dumbledore laughed. "Oh my God, really?"

"Then where do you think we are?" Harry said a little unconvinced.

"My dear boy, I don't know. As they say, you are the one involved."

Harry didn't understand what this meant. Dumbledore was becoming irritated. Harry stared at him, then remembered a much more pressing question than where they were.

"Deathly Hallows." After saying this, he was happy to see the smile on Dumbledore's face disappear.

"Ah, yes," he said, even looking a little distressed.

"What's wrong?"

This was the first time since Harry met Dumbledore that he didn't look like an old man. At that moment, he looked like a little boy who had been caught doing bad things.

"Can you forgive me?" he said. "Can you forgive me for not trusting you? for not telling you? Harry, I was just worried that you would fail like me. I was just scared that you would make the same mistake as me. I

I beg your forgiveness, Harry. I've known for some time that you're a better person than I am."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, surprised by Dumbledore's tone and the sudden tears in his eyes.

"Hallows, Hallows," murmured Dumbledore, "a desperate man's dream!"

"But they're real!"

"True, and dangerous, a fool's bait," said Dumbledore, "and I am such a fool. But you know that already, don't you? I have no more secrets to hide from you. You know that."

"what do you know?"

Dumbledore turned his entire body towards Harry, his bright blue eyes still sparkling with tears.

"Conqueror of death, Harry, master of death! In the end, am I better than Voldemort?"

"Of course," said Harry, "of course - why do you ask? You never kill anything if you can avoid it!"

"Yes, yes," said Dumbledore, like a child seeking comfort, "but I have also sought ways to conquer death, Harry."

"It's different from him." Harry said. He had been full of resentment towards Dumbledore, but now he was sitting here, sitting under the high dome, defending Dumbledore against his self-blame. What a strange thing.

."Holy weapons, not Horcruxes."

"Hallows," Dumbledore murmured, "are not Horcruxes. That's right."

There was a moment of silence. The creature behind them was still whimpering, but Harry didn't turn to look at it.

"Grindelwald also searched for them?" he asked.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded.

"This is what brought us together in the first place," he said softly, "two smart, arrogant teenagers with the same obsession. I believe you have guessed it, he was for Ignotus Petra

Freel's Tombs just came to Godric's Hollow. He wanted to investigate the place where the third brother died."

"So, is this true?" Harry asked. "All this? The Peverell brothers -?"

"——The three brothers in the story," Dumbledore nodded and said, "Yes, I think so. As for whether they encountered death on a remote road... I think it is more likely that Peffer

The Leal brothers were both very powerful and dangerous wizards who succeeded in creating these incredibly powerful artifacts. To me, the story of the Deathly Hallows is like some kind of legend that emerged around these inventions."

"The Cloak of Invisibility, as you know by now, has been passed down from generation to generation for ages, from father to son, and mother to daughter, down to the last living descendant of Ignotus, who was like Ignotus

, born in the village of Godric's Hollow."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile.

"I?"

"You. I know you have already guessed why the Invisibility Cloak was in my hand the night your parents died. Just a few days ago, James showed it to me. No wonder he couldn't get away with it after committing those disciplinary violations in school.

Someone had discovered it! I couldn't believe my eyes, so I asked to borrow it back for study. At that time, I had already given up on my dream of owning all the sacred artifacts at the same time, but I couldn't resist and couldn't help but take a closer look.

...This invisibility cloak is different from anything I have ever seen before. It is very ancient and perfect in every aspect... Later, your father died, and I finally got two sacred artifacts, completely mine!"

His tone became extremely painful.

"However, the invisibility cloak will not help them survive," Harry said quickly, "Voldemort knows where my parents are, and the invisibility cloak cannot help them resist the curse."

"That's right," said Dumbledore, "that's right."

Harry waited, but Dumbledore didn't speak, so Harry prompted him.

"That is to say, when you saw the invisibility cloak, you gave up looking for the holy artifact?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said weakly, as if he was forcing himself to meet Harry's gaze, "you know what happened. You know. You can't despise myself more than I do."

"I didn't look down on you—"

"Then you should despise me." Dumbledore said, taking a deep breath. "You know the secret of my sister's poor health, you know the things that Muggles do, you know what she has become. You know that I

The poor father paid the price in order to avenge her and died tragically in Azkaban. You know that my mother gave up her life to take care of Ariana."

"I resented it all at the time, Harry."

Dumbledore's story was frank and cold. At this moment, his gaze passed over Harry's head and looked into the distance.

"I'm talented, I'm good. I want to escape. I want to stand out. I want to shine."

"Don't get me wrong," he said, pain appearing on his face, making him look older again, "I love them, I love my parents, I love your brothers and sisters, but I am selfish, Harry,

More selfish than you, a very selfless person, can imagine."

"So, after my mother died and I was left responsible for a disabled sister and a wayward brother, I returned to the village full of resentment and bitterness. I thought I was stuck and wasting my time! Then, needless to say, he came...

…”

Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes again.

"Grindelwald. You can't imagine how his thoughts attracted and inspired me. The Muggles were forced to surrender, and we wizards were proud. Grindelwald and I are the glorious young leaders of this revolution."

"Oh, I had a little concern, but I comforted my conscience with empty words. Everything is for the greater good, and any harm caused can bring a hundred times the benefit to the wizarding world. Deep in my heart

Does anyone know who Gellert Grindelwald is? I think I do, but I turn a blind eye. As long as our plan can be realized, all my dreams will come true."

"And at the heart of our plan are the Deathly Hallows! How obsessed he was with them, how obsessed we both were! The wand that never loses, the weapon that gives us power! The Resurrection Stone - that means to him

The armies of the Inferi are stalking me, but I pretend not to know! For me, I admit, it means the resurrection of my parents from the dead, relieving me of all responsibilities.”

"And the Invisibility Cloak... somehow we never talked about the Invisibility Cloak, Harry. We both hide ourselves very well without the Cloak. Of course, the real magic of the Invisibility Cloak is that it not only protects and conceals

The master can also be used to protect and shield others. At the time I thought that if we could find it, we might be able to use it to hide Ariana, but our interest in the invisibility cloak was only because it was one of the three elements. According to legend, at the same time

He who possesses these three things is the true conqueror of death, which we understand to mean 'invincible'."

"The invincible conquerors of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! For two months I was intoxicated, filled with cruel dreams, and neglected the only two people left in my family who needed my care."

"Later... you know what happened. Reality emerged in the form of my rough, uneducated, but much better brother. I didn't want to hear the truth he shouted at me. I didn't want to hear it.

I am held back by a weak and unstable sister and cannot go in search of the Holy Artifact."

"The quarrel turned into a duel. Grindelwald lost control. Something in his character that I had always felt but pretended not to notice suddenly and horribly erupted. Ariana...

…after all my mother’s loving care and attention…fell dead on the ground.”

Dumbledore took a deep breath and began to cry emotionally.

Harry stretched out his hand, and fortunately, he found that he could touch the other person. He grabbed Dumbledore's arm tightly, and the old man slowly took control of himself.

"Later, Grindelwald escaped, which anyone but me could have expected.

He disappeared, taking with him his plans for power, his conspiracy to torture Muggles, and his dreams of finding the Deathly Hallows, dreams in which I had encouraged and helped him.

He ran away, and I stayed to bury my sister and learn to live my days in the guilt and deep sorrow that was the price of my shame."

"Many years have passed. I heard some rumors about him. It was said that he had obtained an extremely powerful wand. At that time, the position of Minister of Magic was placed in front of me, not just once, but many times. Of course I

Refuse. I already know that the power cannot be handed over to me."

"But you are better than Fudge and Scrimgeour, much better!" Harry said loudly.

"Really?" Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "I'm not so sure. The performance of my youth and vigorous years proved that power is my weakness and my temptation. Oddly enough, Harry, maybe the most suitable

Those who hold power are those who never engage in political maneuvering, just like you who were forced into the role of leader, put on the jersey under the circumstances, and were surprised to find that they actually wore it well."

"And it's safer for me to stay at Hogwarts. I think I'm a good teacher-"

"You are the best--"

"—You are very kind, Harry. While I was busy training young wizards, Grindelwald raised an army. People say he was afraid of me, and maybe he was, but I think I was more afraid of him."

"Oh, it's not that I'm afraid of death," Dumbledore responded to Harry's questioning gaze, "It's not that he's afraid of harming me with magic. I know that we are evenly matched, and maybe I'm slightly better. What I'm afraid of is the truth. Do you understand?

, I have never known who cast the spell that killed my sister in that terrible melee. You may say that I am a coward, and you are right. Harry, what I fear most from the bottom of my heart is

It was learned that I had caused her death, not only because of my arrogance and stupidity, but also that I had delivered the fatal blow to her."

"I think he knows, I think he knows what I'm afraid of. I put off seeing him until finally, and it would be a shame if I didn't show up. People were dying miserably, he seemed unstoppable, and I had to do my part."

"Well, you know what happened next. I won the duel. I won the wand."

There was silence again. Harry didn't ask Dumbledore if he knew who shot Ariana. He didn't want to know, let alone Dumbledore had to tell him. He finally found out when Dumbledore faced the Mirror of Erised.

What will he see, and understand why Dumbledore understands the attraction of the magic mirror to Harry.

They sat in silence for a long time, and the whimpering of the life behind him hardly distracted Harry anymore.

Finally, Harry said, "Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort from pursuing the wand. He lied, you know, about never having it."

Dumbledore nodded, looking down at his lap, tears still shining on his crooked nose.

"I heard that he showed remorse while he was locked up alone in a cell in Nurmengard in his later years. I hope that's true. I hope that he could feel the horror and shame of what he did. Maybe, he felt sorry for Voldemort.

I lied just to make up for it...to prevent Voldemort from getting the Holy Artifact..."

"...Or don't let him break into your grave?" Harry interjected, and Dumbledore wiped his eyes.

There was another brief silence, and then Harry said, "Have you tried using the Resurrection Stone?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"After so many years, I finally found it buried in the desolate house of the Gaunt family - this is the holy artifact I most desired, but when I was young, I wanted it for other reasons - I lost my head, Harry

.I forgot that it was already a Horcrux, and that there must be a magic spell on the ring. I picked it up and put it on my hand. At that moment, I thought I was about to see Ariana.

, my mother, my father, tell them how much I regret in my heart..."

"What a fool I am, Harry. After so many years, I have made no progress at all. I am not worthy of possessing all the Deathly Hallows at the same time. This has been proven many times, and this is the last proof."

"Why?" said Harry, "That's natural! You want to see them again, what's wrong with that?"

"Perhaps one person among a million people can own all the Holy Wands at the same time, Harry. I am only suitable to own the most insignificant and insignificant among them. I am suitable to have the Elder Wand, and I cannot boast about it or kill people with it. I

You can tame it and use it, because I don’t take it to take it, but to save others.”

"As for the invisibility cloak, I took it out of unnecessary curiosity, so it can't be as useful to me as it is to you. You are its real owner. As for that stone, I wanted to force those sleepers back.

, instead of helping yourself to achieve self-sacrifice like you did. Only you are truly qualified to possess the holy weapon."

Dumbledore patted Harry's hand, and Harry looked up at the old man with a smile on his face. He couldn't help it. How could he be angry with Dumbledore now?

"Why do you make things so complicated?"

Dumbledore's smile was trembling.

"I'm afraid I want to use Miss Granger to contain you, Harry. I'm worried that your heated mind will dominate your kind heart. You are like me, seizing the Holy Artifact at the wrong time and for the wrong reasons. Before you

When you get them, I hope you can keep them safely. You are the true conqueror of death, because a true conqueror never tries to escape death. He accepts his death with joy and knows that in the world of the living

There are far worse things than death."

"Did Voldemort never know about the Hallows?"

"I think so, because he didn't recognize the Resurrection Stone and turned it into a Horcrux. But even if he knew about them, Harry, apart from the first one, he probably wouldn't be interested in any of them. He

He thinks he doesn't need an invisibility cloak. As for the resurrection stone, which dead person does he want to bring back? He is afraid of the dead. He doesn't know how to love."

"And you expected him to be looking for the wand?"

"Ever since your wand defeated Voldemort in the cemetery at Little Hangleton, I believed he would do this. At first, he was worried that you conquered him with your outstanding skills. Later he kidnapped Ollivander,

Discovered the existence of twin wand cores. He thought this explained everything. However, the borrowed wand is still no match for you! Voldemort did not ask himself, what qualities do you have that make your wand so powerful? What qualities do you have?

He didn't have any talent, but he took it for granted to find the wand, the legendary wand that defeated the invincible opponent in the world. He was troubled by the Elder Wand, just like he was troubled by you. He believed that the Elder Wand would eliminate his last

His weakness makes him truly invincible. Poor Severus..."

"Since you arranged for Snape to kill you, you planned to let him get the Elder Wand, didn't you?"

"I admit that I had such an intention," said Dumbledore, "but it backfired, didn't it?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "that's not happening at this point."

The life behind them twitched and groaned, and Harry and Dumbledore sat in silence for a long time, longer than the previous silences. Finally, like the gentle drifts of snowflakes, Harry slowly realized

On to what happens next.

"I have to go back, don't I?"

"It's up to you."

"Can I choose?"

"Yes," Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, "You said we were at King's Cross station, didn't you? I suppose if you decide not to go back, you could... say... board a train."

"Where will it take me?"

"Go forward," Dumbledore said simply.

Silence again.

"Voldemort has obtained the Elder Wand."

"Yes. Voldemort holds the Elder Wand."

"But you want me to go back?"

"I think," Dumbledore said, "if you choose to go back, it is possible that he will be finished forever. I can't guarantee it. But I know, Harry, that you are not as afraid of coming back here as he is."

Harry glanced again at the trembling, sobbing red thing in the shadow under the chair in the distance.

"Don't pity the dead, Harry. Have pity on the living, and most importantly, pity those who have no love in their lives. You can be sure that by going back, fewer souls will be mutilated, and fewer families will be torn apart. If you think this is a very

A worthy goal, then let’s say goodbye for now.”

Harry nodded and sighed. Leaving this place would not be as difficult as entering the Forbidden Forest, but it was warm, quiet, and bright here, and he knew that he had to go back to face the pain and the fear of losing more relatives. He stood

Dumbledore stood up, and they stared at each other for a long time.

"Tell me one last thing," Harry said. "Is this true? Or is it something that's happening in my head?"

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile. Although the bright fog fell again, making his figure blurry, his voice reached Harry's ears so loudly and powerfully.

"Of course it happened in your head, Harry, but why does that mean it wasn't real?"