HP Approaches the Magical World

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

"I'm not doubting the teacher's ability, it's just that you need to do a little more preparation for this matter. It was originally planned to let ancestor Helga help your soul transfer, so there will be no other problems if you add the flame of the phoenix Fox , but now it seems that the awakening of the ancestors is still far away, and we obviously need a new insurance item."

"In that case," Dumbledore was a little hesitant after being analyzed by Jon: "Then why don't you come?"

"It's okay for me to come, but my strength is too weak."

After all, it involves the level of the soul. If you want to keep Dumbledore's soul intact to avoid loss, or create Horcruxes like Voldemort, so that the power of the soul can be kept weak. In this case, only the current Strength can also keep the soul intact.

That is to say, first keep a part of the soul, and then use another power to keep other souls.

But this method, obviously Dumbledore would not adopt it.

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

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'll go back first. By the way, those idiots in the Ministry of Magic are really not very useful. You can talk to our boy about it."

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

So when Harry came in, he saw the lights in Dumbledore's office were on, and the portraits of previous headmasters were snoring softly in the frame.

The Pensieve was placed on the table again, and Dumbledore held the edge of the basin with both hands, his right hand was still scorched black, and it seemed that he hadn't improved at all.

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

Dumbledore had said he'd find out later, and he had another thing to say, but Dumbledore spoke up before Harry could mention Snape and Malfoy.

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

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

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

Harry smiled.

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

Dumbledore laughed too.

"It 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. I hope you can support him—"

"After all that Fudge did last year? After Umbridge?"

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

"You guys got into an argument about this?" Harry blurted out, "It's in the Daily Prophet."

"The Daily Prophet does occasionally report some truth," said Dumbledore, "though it may be unintentional. Yes, that's why we had an argument... It seems that Rufus has finally managed to get you in the way."

"He accused me of being 'total Dumbledore'.

"

"He's so rude."

"I said I was."

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. Behind Harry, Phoenix Fawkes let out a soft, melodious croon. Embarrassed, Harry suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes were moist, and looked down at his knees. But when Dumbledore spoke, his voice was quite calm.

"I'm touched, Harry."

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

"Yeah, he likes to ask about that." Dumbledore's voice brightened, and Harry felt he could look up. "It's funny how he even tried to stalk me. He sent Dawlish after me, which isn't very good, I've already been forced to cast a spell on Dawlish, and sadly did it again."

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

Harry wanted more information on the question he was curious about, but Dumbledore just looked at him from over the top of the half-moon lenses and smiled.

"Yeah, they don't know, and it's too early to tell you, for now, I'd suggest we keep the class, unless there's something else—?"

"Yes, sir," said Harry, "about Malfoy and Snape."

"Professor Snape, Harry."

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

Dumbledore listened impassively, and after Harry finished he was silent for a moment, then said: "Thank you for telling me, Harry, but I advise you to take it to heart. I don't think it's very important. "

"Not very important?" said Harry in disbelief. "Professor, you understand—"

"Yes, Harry, thank God for my extraordinary intelligence, I understand everything you tell me."

Dumbledore said somewhat sharply: "I think you can even believe that I understand better than you, and I'm glad you could tell me, but let me assure you that you didn't say anything that disturbed me."

Harry sat there staring at Dumbledore, feeling overwhelmed.

What exactly is going on?

Did Dumbledore really instruct Snape to find out about Malfoy's movements? He had already heard what Harry said from Snape?

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

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

"I have answered the question leniently enough," said Dumbledore, but not in a more forgiving tone: "My answer has not changed."

"I don't think so."

said a sneering voice, and right above them, Phineas Nigellus was apparently only pretending to be asleep.

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

"Now, Harry, I must insist on continuing my lessons. I have something more important to discuss with you tonight."

Harry sat there unconvinced.

What if he refuses to change the subject?

What if he insisted on arguing about Malfoy?

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

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

Harry said nothing, still angry at the cold reception his report had received, but he also saw that there was no good in arguing about it.

"So," said Dumbledore loudly, "tonight we continue the story of Tom Riddle, who was about to cross the threshold of Hogwarts in the last lesson.

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 steal when he was in school. "

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