HP Magic Biography

Harry continued.

He explained how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron, told them what he could remember what Voldemort had said to the group of corpse eaters, and how Voldemort untied his rope and returned his wand. Prepare for a duel.

When Harry said the sudden appearance of Fanlin's voice, Sirius couldn't sit still. He wanted to find Fanlin, but no one knew where it was.

But when he said that a beam of golden light had connected him to Voldemort's short wand, he found that his throat was blocked.

He wanted to go on, but the memory of what came out of Voldemort's wand filled his mind like a flood: he saw many people, he saw the old man, Percy. Zokins...his mother...his father...

He was very happy that Sirius broke the silence. "The wands are connected together?" He looked at Harry and Dumbledore and asked, "Why?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore, who was now attracted to him.

";Incantato (Flashback Curse)..." Dumbledore murmured.

He stared at Harry, and suddenly an insight flashed between them.

"The upside-down spell works?" Sirius said sharply.

"That's right!" Dumbledore said, "Harry's wand and Voldemort's have the same core, and each wand has a feather from the same phoenix tail. This phoenix, actually..." he Then again, pointing to the empty shelf.

"The feathers of my wand are Fox's?" Harry said in surprise.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "Mr. Ollivander wrote and told me that when you left his shop four years ago, you bought a second stick."

"Then what happens when a stick touches his brother?" Sirius asked.

"They can't function normally," Dumbledore said. "But if the wand owner forces them to fight, there will be little effect."

"One of the wands will force the other to repeat the spell it has used—reverse it. The nearest becomes the furthest...and then the previous ones." He looked at Harry, and Harry nodded. "It means," Dumbledore said slowly, staring at Harry's face. "Some form of Lily and James will definitely reappear."

"Yes, that's right," Harry murmured, "No wonder Fanlin asked me to fight Voldemort."

"So, Lily and James are resurrected again?" Sirius said in a pointed voice.

"There is no spell that can awaken the dead," Dumbledore said gravely. "Then everything that happened was just a reversal. The shadows of the living Lily and James will come out of the wand. Am I right? Harry."

"He talked to me," Harry said, his voice trembling again. "The ghost of my parents, or whatever he is, talked to me."

"A kind of reverberation," said Dumbledore. "It retains the looks and characteristics of Lily and James. I guess other things like this have also appeared..."

"An earlier victim of Voldemort's wand... an old man," said Harry, still choking in his throat, "Percy. Zorkins and..."

"Your parents!" Dan Boduo said quietly.

Sirius gripped Harry's shoulder so tightly that it hurt Harry.

"One of the earliest victims of the magic wand," Dumbledore said and nodded, "in the reverse order. Of course, if you keep that connection, more things will come out. Very good, Harry, these Reaction, these shadows...what did they do?"

Harry described how the characters coming out of the wand wandered in the big golden net. Voldemort seemed to be very afraid of them. Harry's father's shadow told him what to do, and then Fanlin urged outside the aperture. Speaking of this, Harry found it impossible to continue.

He looked at Sirius, and covered his face with his hands.

"I'll say it again," Dumbledore said. "Tonight you showed the greatest courage I could hope. Harry, your courage is the same as the courage of those who defy Voldemort's prostitution and fight heroically. You have borne the burden of a wizard, and you are competent. You give us hope. Tonight you will go to the hospital wing with me. I don’t want you to go back to the dormitory again, take some sleeping pills, and lie quietly ... Sirius, would you like to stay with him?"

Sirius nodded and stood up. He changed back to the **** dog, walked out of the office with Harry and Dumbledore, accompanied them down the stairs and into the hospital wing.

When Dumbledore opened the door, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, and Hermione surrounding the distressed Mrs. Pomfrey. They seemed to be asking to know Harry’s direction and what happened to him. .

Harry was a little afraid to look up. He didn't want to look at Hermione's face. Suddenly, Harry was a little dumb. He even said hello...

As soon as Harry, Dumbledore and the **** dog came in, they immediately walked over and surrounded them. Mrs. Weasley let out a whimper.

"Harry, oh, Harry." She started running, but Dumbledore stood in between them.

"Molly," he raised his hand and said, "please listen to me for a while. Harry has endured a terrible test tonight. He has just retelled everything for me. Now all he needs is a quiet rest. If he I want you to stay with him," he looked at Ron, Hermione and Bill, and said, "You can stay with him. But I hope you won’t be able to ask him until he is ready to answer. Of course it cannot be tonight. ."

Mrs. Weasley nodded palely. She suddenly blamed Ron and Bill, as if they were arguing, "Have you heard? He needs to be quiet."

"Principal," said Madam Pomfrey, looking at the **** dog Sirius had turned into, "I want to ask—"

"This dog will stay with Harry for a while," Dumbledore said bluntly, "I promise, he is well trained. Harry, I will wait until you go to bed and rest."

Harry felt grateful for Dumbledore for letting others not ask him. It's not that he doesn't want them to be here, but he can't bear to explain it again and review it again.

Especially, how should he explain to Hermione?

Explain why Fanlin hasn't come back until now. Now Hermione is mostly worried about him, but what if you let Hermione know that Fanlin also saw Voldemort?

He couldn't hide it at all, as long as Hermione asked, he must answer honestly.

"I'll see Connelly, and then I'll come back to see you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "You stay here until tomorrow, until I talk to the school."

Then he left.

When Madam Pomfrey led Harry to a nearby bed, he saw the real Moody lying motionless on the bed at the other end of the room. His wooden legs and magic eyes are on the bedside counter.

"How is he?" Harry asked. "He will be fine," said Madam Pomfrey. She took her pajamas to Harry, and pulled up the curtains around him. Harry took off his robe, put on his pajamas, and went to bed.

Ron, Hermione, Bill~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Mrs. Weasley and the black dog were sitting around the curtain of the bed and sitting on the chairs on each side of him.

Ron and Hermione looked at him cautiously as if they were afraid of him.

"I'm fine," Harry told them, "just a little tired."

Harry quickly turned his gaze back from Hermione's face. It looked like the girl was asking Harry about Fanlin, but Fanlin...

As Mrs. Weasley was smoothing his bedspread, tears filled her eyes.

Madam Pomfrey hurriedly walked to her office and brought a goblet and a small bottle of purple potion.

"Harry, you have to drink these," she said. "This is a medicine to ensure sleep without dreaming." Harry took the glass and took a few sips. Immediately he felt dizzy and everything around him became blurred. The light in the room seemed to blink friendlyly by his bedside through his bed curtain, and his body seemed to be on a warm feather bed. The pad sinks deeper.

Before he finished drinking the medicine, before he had time to speak, tiredness led him to sleep.