Chapter 1073 Dumbledore's Confession

"But I didn't learn it," Harry complained. He spoke as loudly as he could to try to release the heavy guilt in his heart. The confession obviously relieved the terrible pressure in his heart, "I didn't practice, I was impatient, I should let those dreams, just like Hermione advised me, if I didn’t dream about where I should go, and I wouldn’t have done it today…and I wouldn’t have done it today…”

Something exploded in Harry's mind, a need to defend himself, a need to explain...

"I tried to verify if he had really captured Sirius. I went to Umbridge's office, which is now Tarfell, and talked to Kreacher over the fire. He told me that Sirius was not there and said He has gone out with Fanlin!"

"We did go out." Fan Lin nodded, "However, it was not the Ministry of Magic. Sirius and I went elsewhere to find Professor Lupin."

"I also saw Hermione, and Hermione asked me to think about it, but then... Tafur is a Death Eater, professor, she is a Death Eater, we should..."

"I'm sorry, but she has left and we didn't catch her." Dumbledore said, "She wouldn't just stay there, would she?"

"So, we found nothing?" Harry asked.

"That's not the case." Dumbledore said, "Strictly speaking, we were not prepared. We are lucky to have such a result. Of course, this is my fault. I should not stay away, or Said that because of some things, Voldemort was given the opportunity."

"They said that you are not in the UK, and the main force of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not here either..."

"That's just an illusion, Harry!" Dumbledore said. "In fact, Voldemort's recovery is far beyond our imagination. Therefore, it is very necessary that we must adopt some means to check and balance him, at least not Make him feel so comfortable."

"But not..." Harry said angrily. He didn't hate using himself to exchange for Voldemort's flaws. This was exactly what Harry had always wanted to do for the Order of the Phoenix, but this did not include him being likened. Playing around like a monkey.

"So," Harry stood up, "Are you not ready? Moreover, this is an illusion. Fan Lin said this is a trap, but..."

"Voldemort acted faster than we expected." Verlin paused, "You must calm down, Harry, because of some things, you have lost your basic judgment."

"Judgment? I warned you, through... through Hermione..." Harry said, remembering the girl's figure in the fire.

"Oh, yes, Hermione told us about you as soon as I came back."

"Very well, what about Snape?" Harry suddenly thought, and then spat, "You haven't talked about him yet, have you? When I told him that Voldemort had captured Sirius, he laughed as usual. I...and that Tafur, Snape is obviously very familiar with her, that's a..."

"Harry, you know that Professor Snape has to pretend to be indifferent to you in front of Tarfour," Dumbledore continued, "but as I explained, when you told him this He immediately informed the members of the Phoenix Order. When you did not come out of Tafur's office to be cured, it was he who misled Professor Tafur when she wanted to force you to tell her about Sirius."

Harry was indifferent to this, content to blame Snape, which seemed to partially alleviate his own damning guilt, and he hoped that Dundobile would approve of him.

"Snape stopped teaching me Psychic Defense!" Harry roared. "He threw me out of the office!"

"I know!" Dumbledore said seriously, "I have already said that, even though at that time I thought it was the most dangerous thing to tell you that your mind was completely open to Voldemort in front of me, it was still my mistake not to teach you personally. "

"Snape made it worse. My scar often hurts worse after class." Harry remembered Ron's comment about the class. "How do you know Snape wasn't trying to lower my defenses?" Level it to make it easier for Voldemort to enter..."

"I believe Severus Snape!" Dumbledore said simply, "but due to another old mistake I forgot that some scars are too deep to heal. I thought Professor Snape could overcome him About your father's pain, but it's wrong."

"That's right? Is it?" Harry yelled, ignoring the disapproving murmurs and shocked expressions of the portraits, "Snape was right to hate my father, so I hate Voldemort..."

"Oh, that's not wrong. In fact, most people have this idea." Dumbledore's expression changed slightly. At least Harry was on track as he expected.

"So, we will use all means to attack Tom..."

"Does this include me?" Harry finally asked. From the guilt that dragged everyone into danger in the first place, to now questioning Dumbledore, he was the one being used.

Sirius and Fanlin are all executors. In fact, if it weren't for them, Harry would have been taken away by Voldemort.

This made Harry feel very conflicted. Moreover, Dumbledore said that he was not prepared, so his being caught should not have been expected by the Order of the Phoenix.

If it was really a trap, Dumbledore, as the most powerful, would naturally have to wait somewhere early, or take the crystal ball which is inconvenient now, and then choose a good location.

Otherwise, let Voldemort deal with a group of Order members?

The result is obvious, almost everyone is blocking it, but what is the result? He and Fan Lin were chased by Voldemort, and if he wasn't lucky enough, he would be the first to die.

"I'm afraid so!" Dumbledore said calmly, "Of course, this also includes everyone, including Fanlin, you, me, Sirius, and everyone else. Our goal is right there. "

"Of course, the most important thing is you, Harry!" Dumbledore said sincerely.

"It's time." Dumbledore said to himself, "It's time for me to tell you what I should have told you years ago. Harry, please sit down. I will tell you everything. I only ask for one thing. Be patient, you'll have the chance to get mad at me when I'm done - do whatever you want and I won't stop you."

Harry stared at him for a while, and then at Fanlin's signal, he sat back on the chair opposite Dumbledore and waited.

Dumbledore looked at the land under the sun outside the window for a while, then looked back at Harry and continued, "Five years ago you came to Hogwarts school safe and intact, Harry, just as I thought in advance. You are like me. Suffering as expected, I knew you would when I dropped you on your aunt's doorstep, and I feel guilty for putting you through a dark and difficult decade."

He paused and Harry said nothing.

"You may ask - and there are good reasons - why it must be like this, why you can't be adopted by other wizarding families. Many wizarding families will be overjoyed to raise you like their own son."

"My answer is that my highest priority is to keep you alive. You may be less safe than anyone else, but I know that Voldemort disappeared hours ago, and his victims, many of whom were as terrible as he was, are still On the run, and full of madness and violence. I have to decide, in the next few years, whether I can believe that Voldemort is gone forever? No, I don't know if it will be 10 years, 0 years, or 50 years before he comes back, but. I'm sure he'll come back, and I know, as I did before, that he won't stop until he kills you."

"I know that Voldemort's knowledge is probably more extensive than that of any other living wizard, and I know that even my most complex and powerful spells will not be able to conquer him when he returns."

"But I also know where Voldemort's weakness lies, so I made my own decision. You will be protected by an ancient magic that he knows but despises and always underestimates. Of course, I mean, yours My mother died to protect you, and she gave you an unexpected method of defense. This method of defense is flowing in your veins these days, so I decided to give you to her sister, the only one she has in the world. raised by blood relatives.”

"She doesn't love me," Harry said immediately, "She doesn't love me at all..."

"But she is raising you!" Dumbledore interrupted him. "She may be reluctantly, noisily, unwillingly, and bitterly, but she is still raising you. In doing so, she has solved the problem that I have attached to you. The spell, your mother’s sacrifice made her family’s blood your strongest shield.”

"I still can't..."

"Of course you can still return to a home with the same blood as your mother, where you can't be touched or harmed by Voldemort. He made her shed blood, but this blood still flows in the bodies of you and her biological sister. Her blood It's your refuge that you need to go back to once a year, to this day you can call it your home, where he can't hurt you, your aunt until these, when I leave you on his doorstep, I'm giving him The letter left explains that she knew this and had given you a home for the past fifteen years."

"Wait a minute," said Harry. "Wait a minute."

He sat up straight in his chair and looked at Dumbledore.

"The roaring letter you sent, you told her to remember - that was your voice."

"I think..." said Dumbledore, tilting his head slightly, "that it is necessary to remind her of the fact of raising you. I doubt she will realize the dangers of raising you as a son."

"Yes," Harry said calmly, "My uncle was even worse than she was. He wanted to kick me out, but she saw the shouting letter and said I had to live there." He stood on the floor for a while, and then Said, "But what does this have to do with..."

"Five years ago," Dumbledore continued without interrupting his story, "when you arrived at Hogwarts, you may not be as happy and well-educated as I thought, but you lived a healthy life and you were not indulged. A little emperor, but an ordinary child as I expected in such circumstances, my plan will work well by then."

"After that... you remember what happened in your first year at school as clearly as I do. You soon faced challenges for you - sooner than I expected, you found yourself face to face with Voldemort, and although Fan Lin joined Full of surprises, but undoubtedly, he will help you do better, you survive again, not only that, you and Fanlin delay his return and gain magic and strength, you fight like a man, I... Language. I can’t express how proud I am of you.”

"But there was a flaw in my perfect plan," said Dumbledore. "A glaring flaw that I knew could ruin the whole plan, yet I knew it was very important - my plan needed to succeed, I told myself. I couldn't let this flaw ruin this plan. I had to stop it myself, so I had to be stronger. Later, when you were lying weakly in the Wing Hospital after fighting Voldemort, I took my first test."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said. "Don't you remember asking me, while you were lying in the Wing Hospital, why Voldemort would murder you as a baby?"

Harry nodded.

"Should I have told you then?" Harry looked at the blue eyes in front of him without saying a word, but his heart was racing again.

"Don't you see the flaw in the plan? No... maybe not. As you know, I decided not to answer you. I told myself that eleven is too young to know the truth. I don't want to be you eleven I’ll tell you when I was young, this knowledge is too complicated for such a young age.”

"I should have recognized the danger signs later, I should have asked myself why I didn't feel more confused about you asking me a question that I knew the answer to and that one day I would have to give a terrible answer to, I should have recognized that I was too worried about being there I was happy when I didn’t need to tell you the answer... You were really young at that time, too young.”

"After that, we entered your second year at Hogwarts. Once again, you faced challenges that even adult wizards would find difficult to face. You once again escaped from my nightmare. You didn't ask me again. However, we discussed the scars Voldemort left you with, and yes, we got pretty close to that topic, so why didn't I tell you everything then?"

"It seems to me that after all it is still harder to accept this answer at the age of twelve than at eleven. I ask you to put aside my demeanor. Exhausted but excited, I once felt that maybe I should have told you earlier. For this reason I felt a pang of unease, but soon I continued to remain silent, because you were still young and I didn’t have the feeling I had after the victory that night.”

"You know what, Harry? Do you know what the flaw in my plan was? I fell into a trap that I had foreseen and told myself I could and must avoid."

"I don't……"

"I care about you like a toy." Dumbledore said simply. "Compared with letting you know the facts, I care more about your happiness, more about your peace than about my plans, and more about your life. Instead of how many deaths the plan failed, in other words, I handled it as stupidly as Voldemort wanted."

"Is there a defense here? I won't let anyone else watch over you like I do - I watch you closer than you know - and don't want to cause you any more pain than you've ever experienced, and I No matter how many ordinary people will be killed in the confused future, whether you are still alive at that time or now, and living well and happily, I never dreamed that I have such a person here. "

"We entered your third year. I watched from a distance as you tried to drive away the soul-eating monsters. I watched you find Sirius, understand what kind of person he was and rescue him. When you successfully recaptured him from the Ministry of Magic, Should I have told you when you were your godfather? But when you were thirteen, I still had enough reason. You were still too young, but you proved yourself very good. I felt uneasy, Harry, and I knew that. It’s about time…” (To be continued)