Study Days at Hogwarts

"He's angry!"

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, jerking himself back to his current reality. At this moment, he was sitting in an armchair in Dumbledore's office, and Dumbledore was leaning over him.

"Voldemort encountered too many grievances tonight."

Dumbledore waved his wand, conjured a cup of butterbeer out of thin air and handed it to Harry. He explained with a smile, "After all, your plan that has been planned for half a year has been ruined by you. I think he must be very angry. But, Harry, I I still hope you can close your brain."

"This is not an easy task. Albert is right. I have no talent in Occlumency." Harry didn't think it was such a bad thing to be able to feel Voldemort's emotions. At least he could get a lot from it. useful information.

"That's an excuse he made casually because he's too lazy to teach you." Dumbledore comforted, "As long as you study hard, you can always learn it. It depends on your attitude towards this matter."

"Maybe, but that guy rarely lies."

Harry had long realized that he had no talent for Occlumency.

"Maybe it's time." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Maybe it's time for me to tell you what you need to know."

"That prophecy?"

Harry asked curiously as he took a sip of butterbeer.

He was right, Dumbledore did know the contents of the prophecy ball.

"Yes, it has something to do with the prophecy," Dumbledore nodded. "As you can imagine, I do know the full content of the prophecy."

"Is this really good?" Harry asked his doubts, "If Voldemort continues to peek into my brain, maybe he can really dig out this part of the memory."

"Possibly, but he wouldn't do that."

"Why?"

"Remember Quirrell?" Dumbledore explained: "Your soul was too hot for Voldemort, like putting your hand on a red-hot iron."

"But he could still spy on you through my eyes before." Harry reminded.

"Yes, he actually wanted me to give up and sacrifice you, but you have overcome the influence that Voldemort has exerted on you." Dumbledore said calmly: "Now I can feel that sense of voyeurism disappearing, Voldemort obviously give up."

"That's the effect of the Felixir."

"But Voldemort doesn't know. He trusts his own judgment more." Dumbledore said softly, "This is the arrogance of genius."

"Albert, too?"

Harry recalled the Albert he knew and found that this was indeed true. Albert had always been very confident.

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the black cabinet next to the Phoenix Perch, took out the shallow-bottomed Pensieve from the cabinet, placed it in front of Harry, and pulled out a few strands of silver thought fibers from his brain and put them into meditation. In the basin.

The liquid in the pensieve began to swirl, and a figure appeared on the surface. Harry recognized the figure, Sybill Trelawney.

The Divination professor in the Pensieve was in a strange state. Harry had seen her giving prophecies before.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month... The Mark of the Dark Lord has him as his archenemy, but he possesses the Dark Lord An energy unknown to the head... One must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one survives... The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month... "

There was dead silence in the office.

"So, I have to kill Voldemort?"

Harry was the first to break the silence and looked up at Dumbledore.

"This is not an easy task. Voldemort is much more powerful than me. Maybe I should give up this title of savior to Albert. He might be able to kill Voldemort."

After noticing Dumbledore's gaze, Harry shrugged and said, "Okay, I'm just kidding, does Voldemort know about this prophecy?"

"No, Voldemort must know that there is such a prophecy and the general content, otherwise he would not come to kill me, but he probably doesn't know the full content, so he hopes to get the prophecy ball, but that thing has been destroyed by me ”

"Yes, he knows a small part of the front."

"At that time, I went to see an applicant who wanted to teach divination. I think you should know that there are very few wizards who are really good at divination, and the applicant happened to be the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous and very talented prophet. Although it seemed to me that she had not inherited the divination talent at all, I still went to see her out of politeness."

Dumbledore looked at the pensieve, lost in fleeting memories.

"But I never dreamed that I would hear some valuable prophecies. It's a pity that in a place like the Hog's Head, you can't expect the conversation to be kept secret. There was someone hiding outside and eavesdropping, although he soon learned Got discovered and thrown out of the bar.

"Who overheard this prophecy?" Harry suddenly asked, "That guy must be a Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew?"

"I thought you would pay more attention to the contents of the prophecy." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

After discovering that Dumbledore was not going to tell him who the guy who eavesdropped on the prophecy was, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped delving further, because he knew that Dumbledore would most likely not tell him, and if it was really necessary, he could spend more time Garen asked Albert to help find the guy.

"So, after Voldemort heard the prophecy, he came to kill me." Harry couldn't help but complain.

"Yes, but he failed because he did not hear the prophecy behind it. Voldemort never knew that attacking you was very dangerous, otherwise he would not have risked transmitting energy to you to attack you. We should wait patiently until we have more information before taking action.”

"Perhaps, he is afraid that it will be too late. If he kills people now, there won't be so much trouble." Harry could understand Voldemort's thinking mode and nip the danger in the cradle. It would have been safer to face the danger directly. many.

"I think the energy in the prophecy that the Dark Lord didn't understand made Voldemort feel threatened." Dumbledore explained, "Voldemort is involved in many aspects. Maybe he won't prophesy, but he must have understood the prophecy. When someone When he told him the prophecy, maybe he wouldn't take it seriously at first, but after part of the prophecy came true, Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore... He would never allow the prophecy to come true, so he Action was taken.”

"Do I have that kind of thing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course you have Harry."

"courage?"

"No, I love Harry," Dumbledore said gently.

"Love?" Harry muttered. "It's so hard to understand."

"Your mother sacrificed herself to save you. This is the power of love." Dumbledore said softly, "And Voldemort has no love at all."

"He's such a wretch," Harry muttered.

"Yes, he is pitiful, but he does not deserve sympathy."

"However, I still think the prophecy is very unreliable. Neville was also in late July, and his family is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Although I don't know if they can defeat Voldemort three times, I think my father probably can't. This probably means Defeat Voldemort's plot."

"Furthermore, Voldemort actually believed in such an unreliable prophecy. Is he an idiot? Any guy with a right mind knows that Sybill Trelawney is a liar. Otherwise, how could a powerful prophecy master be so poor and destitute that he would lose his head?" A hellish place like a bar? You know, the price for Albert’s prophecies starts at hundreds of galleons.”

Faced with Harry's complaints, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence again.

"He didn't know that the prophecy was made by Sybil, and maybe the person who told him the prophecy didn't know either." Dumbledore said softly: "This matter may have something to do with me, because in Voldemort's perception, the prophecy was made by me. Looking for someone to do it, maybe he misunderstood that I was trying to find someone to deal with him. However, you are right, there were two children at that time who fit that prophecy.”

"Me and Neville?" Harry was a little surprised, but he was even more confused. "And Voldemort chose me? Or maybe he actually wanted to kill both of them, and I was just the unlucky guy who was chosen first. ?”

"Voldemort chose you probably because you are a half-blood, just like him." Dumbledore explained: "According to his creed, only pure-blood wizards have the value of existence."

"He himself is a mixed-blood, is he pretending to be a pure-blood?" Harry wanted to complain about Voldemort's values. "If it is true that only pure-blood wizards have the value of existence, why doesn't he die?"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to Harry's complaints and said to himself, "Unfortunately, Voldemort chose you first and paid a heavy price for it, so Voldemort believed that you were the person in the prophecy, and when Voldemort attacked After you failed, the official record was relabeled.”

"A few hours after Voldemort was defeated, his supporters are still on the loose. They are all brutal desperadoes. I think it won't take long for them to figure out the news about Voldemort's disappearance after going to Potter's house. You "You are in a more dangerous situation than others," Dumbledore continued: "The first thing I want to consider is letting you survive, because I don't believe that Voldemort will die. He has extensive magical knowledge, and there are always ways to save his life." . In fact, he is not dead and will still come back one day.”

"Your mother's sacrifice made blood ties the best choice for me," Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes and explained calmly: "So, I chose to be raised by your uncle and aunt instead of other wizarding families. You, I think you must have similar doubts."

"Yes." Harry said without thinking, "They hate me, and I hate them too. Before I went to Hogwarts, my life was very bad. At that time, I never dreamed of leaving that home."

"Sorry, I know that many wizard families are not only willing to adopt you, but also willing to raise you as their own son, but I need you to stay away from the magical world, stay away from all this, and grow up smoothly." Dumbledore looked slightly guilty Said, "Although your childhood may not have been pleasant, at least you are still alive, like an ordinary child, not like a spoiled little prince like James. In fact, you should have seen There are many similar cases.”

"Draco Malfoy, and Dudley." Harry curled his lips. From Snape's memory, he knew what kind of person his father was. To be honest, he didn't like James at that time. .

"When I saw you again at the opening ceremony, you were at least healthy and energetic, and your subsequent performance also made me proud of you. You prevented Voldemort from stealing the Sorcerer's Stone and delayed his recovery of magic power. time."

"At the time, I said to myself, you're too young to know this because that's unacceptable for a kid your size."

Harry fell into a brief silence again. He could feel that Dumbledore had been silently guiding his growth, at least it must have been that way during the Philosopher's Stone.

A simple experiment, undoubtedly successful.

Harry didn't feel angry because of this, maybe because of what he had already experienced, or maybe because the effect of the Felixir was still there.

"Maybe you have ever wondered why I didn't choose you as a prefect. I must admit that you already have too many responsibilities to bear. I have told myself time and time again that you are still too young and keep making excuses for yourself. "Dumbledore's eyes shone with relief: "Perhaps, I am grateful to Anderson, he has made you grow up completely. Just now, I realized that you are ready, and I must also put these things in place as soon as possible. The secret is to tell you, let you take on this burden instead of waiting for you to graduate from Hogwarts, because Voldemort has been resurrected and it is too late. "

"But how can I defeat Voldemort and kill him? Even Avada Kedavra can't do it." Harry asked confused.

"Don't worry, I will give you private lessons next semester and teach you something."

"Teaching alone?" Harry couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Sir, what will you teach me, the powerful magic that can kill Voldemort?"

"Oh, this will be kept secret for now. I suggest you concentrate on the next OLS exam first." Dumbledore said lightly, "I heard that you want to become an Auror in the future."

"This won't be easy," Harry muttered.

"You should have confidence in yourself." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Oh, by the way, one more thing, I think you need friends, Harry. You might as well meet Mr. Ron Weasley and Hermione G. "Don't let it go in front of Miss Lan Jie, you will hurt their feelings by hiding such an important matter from them."

"Can I tell Sirius?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Sirius has a right to know," Dumbledore said. "I will tell him this myself."

Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said to Dumbledore, "Then I'll go first."

When leaving the principal's office, Harry saw Hermione and Ron waving to him, and Sirius stood behind them and smiled at him.