HP Magic Biography

Seeing the cheers of the hanging portrait, Fan Lin couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Hogwarts' recognition of Dumbledore has reached an unparalleled level, and all this is a heavy blow to Fudge.

It is not known whether Umbridge was rescued by Fudge from the Centaur tribe, but now it seems that there is no need to keep her there.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly, then bowed to the principals of the past.

At least for Dumbledore, returning to Hogwarts is not a difficult thing, but for many people, Dumbledore returning to Hogwarts is undoubtedly the most powerful centering agent. .

In fact, Dumbledore did not look at them at first, just walked to the elevated side of the door, took out Fox’s small, ugly, featherless body from the inner pocket of the dress and gently placed it on the shelf where Fox had been parked. On the ashes.

"Well, let's start with you, Harry." Dumbledore finally walked away from the little Phoenix. "You will feel very happy that none of your companions sustained harm during the incident last night."

Harry tried to say "OK" but didn't make any sound. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him that his reckless behavior caused the members of the Order of the Phoenix to go to war. He saw Sirius being bombarded by a curse. The scars, and even though Dumbledore looked directly at him for a time, and even though his expression was gentle and without any accusation, Harry could not bear the sight of him.

It was he who put all the members in a dangerous situation. Fortunately, Voldemort did not kill before Dumbledore arrived, but instead set the target on the prophecy ball in his hand.

However, this is not easy to accept for Harry.

He was like a monkey, being played around by Voldemort, even invaded into consciousness, and once wanted to kill the two people in front of him.

His Occlumency

"Mrs. Pomfrey will repair everyone," Dumbledore said slowly, "Tank Nadara may need to stay in San Mongo Hospital for a while, but it looks like she will recover."

Harry nodded contentedly to the carpet, which looked much clearer as the sky outside gradually brightened. He was sure that all the wizards in the room listened carefully to every word Dumbledore said, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had gone, and why anyone was injured.

"I understand how you feel, Harry," Dumbledore said quietly.

"No, you don't understand," Harry said suddenly, a fire broke out in his heart, and Dumbledore didn't understand his feelings at all.

"You know, Dumbledore," Phoenix said quietly, "Don't try to understand the students, they hate this. They want even tragic misunderstandings, rolling in self-pity, and stuffing themselves in their hearts."

"Enough, Phoenix" Dumbledore said. Harry turned, turned his back to Dumbledore, and looked out the window. He can see the Quidditch field in the distance.

That is his favorite place, but now it seems that it is really a bit bad, he doesn't know anything, and then inexplicably arranged to let his partner take risks for him, and even be played like a monkey.

The anger and guilt lingered in Harry's heart, different from the excitement when he was rescued.

Thinking about it now, a lot of doubts made Harry a little confused.

Why was he kidnapped, and then everyone appeared in that place.

Because of my stupidity

Fanlin said that it was a trap, but obviously, as a trap, a trap that almost died out was obviously not qualified.

Voldemort came so fast that they almost died there.

Fanlin didn't speak, in fact, he didn't know how to explain to Harry.

Tell Harry that you were used by us, but this exceeded their expectations. The speed of Voldemort's hands caught them a bit by surprise.

Obviously, no matter what kind of explanation it is, it is not acceptable to Harry, especially Harry's current state.

Played by Voldemort, causing injuries to members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Where Voldemort appears, there must be some accidents, and it is a blessing that there is no death.

"Don't feel guilty, Harry. In fact, the fault lies with me, of course," Dumbledore said. "This feeling is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort. It will be your strength, Harry."

Harry felt the flames in his chest, burning in the emptiness of fear, filling him with Dumbledore's desire to hurt the empty words that appeared to be calm. "Is my greatest strength?"

He looked at Quidditch Stadium but turned a blind eye, his voice trembling, "You don't understand you don't know"

"I don't know what Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Too much," Harry turned, shivering violently. "I don't want to talk about my feelings now, okay"

"Harry, going through the pain of guaranteeing you to be a man is to be a part of the earth"

"So, I don't want to be a human", Harry roared, grabbed the silver instrument next to him and threw it out. The instrument hit the wall and fell into pieces on the ground. Some portraits screamed in exasperation. Portrait of Amodo Dipat seriously"

"I don't care", Harry yelled at them, grabbed a bright mirror and threw it into the stove, "I have had enough, I have seen enough, I want to go out, I want it to be over, I just want Everything is over, I no longer care about him"

He grabbed the table with silver instruments and threw it out. The table fell to the ground, the legs of the table scattered in all directions.

"You do care," Dumbledore said. He didn't flinch, didn't do anything to prevent Harry from destroying his room, his expression was still so calm, even a little cold. "You are so concerned that you even want to die because of this pain."

"I'm not" Harry screamed so loudly that he felt his throat might tear, and for a while he even wanted to rush to Dumbledore and attack him, smash his calm face, hurt him, and make him I felt a little panic inside.

What is this to be easily controlled and played around

Even at that time he wanted to die

This may be something that Voldemort’s consciousness brought him, but if it’s completely false

Dumbledore kept hiding from him, and he was just a

"Yes, you are", Dundobree was more peaceful, "You have lost your mother, your father, and all the secret things of your father that you know. Of course you care."

"You don't know how I feel," Harry shouted, "You are standing here, but you don't understand why I entangled with him. He almost killed me, killed everyone, and why."

Harry didn't continue speaking, because he found that no matter how he described it, the angry mood became stronger and stronger.

However, the language is no longer enough, and breaking things is not helpful. He wants to run away and never wants to look back. He wants to reach a place where he can no longer see the bright blue eyes that are watching him. There is that hateful and calm old face. He turned and rushed towards the door, grabbed the doorknob and tried to twist it.

The door still couldn't be called.

Harry turned around to face Dumbledore.

"Let me out," he said, shaking from head to toe.

"No." Dumbledore said simply. They looked at each other for a while.

"Let me out," Harry said again.

"No," Dumbledore repeated.

"If you don't, if you continue to keep me locked here if you don't let me"

"Just continue destroying my room..." Dumbledore said, "I dare say I have too much." He went to his chair and sat down, then looked at Harry.

"Let me out," Harry said again, his tone was cold and even as calm as Dumbledore.

"We must talk about Harry, your current mood"

"You do you think I think you want me to give me no care about what you want to say" Harry growled, "I don't want to hear anything you say"

"You will," Dumbledore said calmly, "because you are not as angry with me as you should be. If you really want to attack me, like the time I knew you almost did, I will be completely All know."

"what did you say"

"What happened today is completely my own mistake," Dumbledore said. "Actually, whether it is putting you in a dangerous situation or whatever, I am too confident and rely on my own self-confidence. The ability can handle everything, but obviously, there have been some uncontrollable accidents and this"

Harry was still standing by the door, his hand still on the handle, but he couldn't realize it anymore. He stared at Dumbledore, almost unable to breathe, almost unable to understand what he was hearing.

"Please sit down," Dumbledore said. "This is not an order, this is a request."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked slowly through a messy room and sat on the chair facing Dumbledore.

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," Dumbledore said. "An erroneous explanation about the old man. Because I now discover that I should have done this earlier, but in fact I didn't. Mistakes are caused by old age. You will not understand the feelings and thoughts of old people, but if old people forget that they were also young, it is a crime and I just forgot."

The sun was rising at the moment, the mountain peak was hooked on a circle of obvious orange edges, and the sky above became less colored but brighter. The light hit Dumbledore, his silver eyebrows and beard, and the deep wrinkles on his face.

"You should have recovered too, if you don't mind"

"I'm okay, Professor" Fanlin said, and sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore with Harry.

"I guess, fifteen years ago," Dumbledore said. "When I saw the scar on your forehead, I guessed it was a bond between you and Voldemort."

"You told me this before, Professor" Harry said frankly, he didn't mind being rude, he didn't mind anything anymore.

"Yes," Dumbledore apologized, "Yes, but you see, you must start with your scars. Obviously, when you return to the magical society, my guess proved to be correct, when Voldemort When approaching you or when he is emotional, your scars give you a warning."

"I know," Harry said wearily.

"This is your ability to detect Voldemort's existence, even if he is disguised and knows his thoughts when he is emotional. This becomes more and more obvious when Voldemort retrieves his body and restores his magic power."

Harry nodded tiredly, he already knew this.

"Recently," Dumbledore said, "I started to worry that Voldemort might have this connection with you. Obviously, you have entered his mind many times to make it noticeable. Of course, what I want to say is The time you witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked that night."

"Well, Snape told me," Harry whispered.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him. "Have you ever wondered why I have not explained to you until now why I didn't teach you Occlumency myself and why I didn't visit you for months."

Harry looked over, and he could see that Dumbledore was a little sad and tired now.

"Yes," Harry whispered, "I thought about it."

"You know." Dumbledore continued, "I believe it won't be long before Voldemort will try to enter your heart, manipulate and mislead your thinking. I can no longer give him the incentive to do this. I imagine if he knew you and me. The relationship between the principal and the student is not only the principal and the student, he will seize the opportunity to probe me through you. I am worried about his usage of you, he may try to control your possibility, I think one day or when we are too close It is correct that Voldemort will control you and use your ideas. I think I see his shadow in your eyes"

Harry remembered that when he wanted to meet Dumbledore's sight that day, he felt a sleeping snake that seemed to rise from his heart, ready to attack.

"Voldemort dominates your goals, as he demonstrated tonight. It will not bring me destruction, but it will bring you destruction~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He hopes that when I simply control you for a period of time, I will Sacrificing you to try to destroy him, so you see, I tried to keep a distance from you to protect you, Harry, the mistake of an old man"

He sighed deeply. Harry let these words flow by. If he heard them a month ago, he would be very interested. However, the rift in his heart and the panic caused by Voldemort's invasion and the uncontrollable changes made this explanation seem to be a little bit different. unimportant

"Sirius told me that when you dreamed that Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked on the night you felt Voldemort waking up from your heart, I immediately thought that my fears were correct, and Voldemort had realized that he could use it. You, in order to prevent you from being manipulated by Voldemort, I arranged Professor Snape's mind defense class."

He paused, and Harry watched the slowly flowing sunlight on Dumbledore's delicate table, the sunlight illuminating the silver ink bottle and red feather pen. Harry knew that all the portraits around them were listening soberly to Dumbledore's commentary, and he could hear the occasional rubbing of the dress and a soft cough.

"Professor Snape discovered," Dumbledore continued, "You once dreamed of the door of the Department of Mystery. Of course, Voldemort had heard the prophecy after he regained his voice body, so he knew the door, so You know, too, although you don’t know what it means."

"Next, you saw that Luke Wood, who worked in the Department of Mystery before his arrest, told Voldemort what we all knew before, that is, the Ministry of Magic’s prophecy is very strict, and only those who specifically refer to it can be removed from the shelf. Endure to pick them up frantically, so that either Voldemort himself will enter the Ministry of Magic at the risk of exposure, or you can pick them up for him. Then it is especially urgent that you have to learn Occlumency."

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