Chapter 903 Teaching

"Voldemort can only get what he wants through secret operations, like a weapon. That's what he didn't get last time. I am the weapon," Harry thought to himself on the subway back.

He felt as if a poison coursed through his veins, chilling him and causing him to sweat profusely as the train rocked through the dark tunnel.

"I am the person Voldemort wants to use, so wherever I go, they will send people to guard me, not to protect me, but to protect others. It just doesn't work, in Hogwart I can't always be guarded. It was me who attacked Mr. Weasley last night. Yes, it was me. He was probably inside me, listening to my thoughts. …”

"Are you okay? Dear Harry." As the train rattled through the dark tunnel, Mrs. Weasley leaned over and whispered to Harry through Ginny, "You don't look right. Are you sick?"

They all looked at him, and Harry shook his head vigorously, then stared at an advertisement for home insurance.

"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry uneasily as they walked around the scattered grass in the center of Grimmauld Place. Have you fallen asleep? It’s still a few hours before dinner time, so go upstairs and have a good sleep, okay?”

He nodded, now having a ready excuse to avoid talking to anyone, which was exactly what he wanted.

So when Mrs. Weasley opened the front door, he hurried past the swivel umbrella stand, walked upstairs, and entered his and Ron's bedroom. He began to pace back and forth in the room.

After walking past the two beds and Phineas' once empty easel, his mind was filled to the brim with countless questions and some more terrifying thoughts, as if it was about to explode.

"How could he have the illusion of a snake? Maybe he's an animagus?

No, that's impossible, otherwise he would know.

Maybe Voldemort was an Animagus. Yes, Harry thought, that's right, of course he could turn into a snake. Then when I was controlled by him, I would have a cold feeling like a snake and attack with fangs... But this does not explain why I was able to go to London and return here five minutes later. "

"But Voldemort is considered one of the most powerful wizards in the world. It should be a piece of cake for him to cast teleportation spells on people far away from Dumbledore."

Then... Harry's heart suddenly twitched, and he thought: Although this idea may be ridiculous, if Voldemort controls me, he will use me to know the Phoenix Order headquarters very well! He would know who was giving the orders, and he would know where Sirius was. I've heard a lot of stuff I shouldn't have heard, and that's all Sirius told me on my first night here.

Now he had only one choice: he had to leave No. 12 Grimmauld Place immediately. He would spend Christmas alone at Hogwarts, without the company of others, which would at least give them peace over the holidays.

But that was useless, there were still enough people in Hogwarts for him to hurt and attack. What if Neville, Hermione or Ron are attacked next time? He stopped and stared at Phoenix's empty easel. There was a heavy feeling in his heart.

He had no choice: he wanted to go back to Privet Drive and completely escape the wizarding world. ,

Yes, if he had to do this, he thought, there would be no room for hesitation.

Harry tried not to think about how the Dursleys would react when they saw him show up at their door six months earlier than expected.

Harry strode to his suitcase, slammed it shut and locked it, glancing around mechanically for Hedwig before remembering that she was still at Hogwarts.

Okay, one less cage for him to carry.

He grabbed one end of the box and dragged it toward the door, when a voice mocked: Are we going to abscond? He looked around, and Phineas appeared on the canvas of his portrait, leaning against the frame and looking at Harry with a comical look on his face.

"Not absconding, no," Harry said briefly, dragging his suitcase a few steps across the room. Phineas stroked his pointed beard and said, "I originally thought that as a member of Gryffindor House, you should be considered brave. It seems to me that your behavior in my house It should have been better. We Slytherins are brave, yes, but we are not stupid. For example, when faced with a choice, we always choose to save our lives.”

"I'm not trying to save my life right now!" Harry said as he dragged the suitcase across the extremely uneven, moth-eaten carpet next to the door.

"Oh, I see." Phineas was still stroking his beard, "This is certainly not a cowardly escape - you are showing your nobility."

Harry ignored him. As Harry held the doorknob, Phineas said lazily: "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore...hey, what a long name. He asked me to bring you a message."

Harry turned around and said, "What do you mean?"

"Stay still!"

"I didn't move!" Harry retorted, his hand still holding the doorknob. "Now you can tell me his message."

"Didn't I just tell you, idiot!" Phoenix said calmly, "Dumbledore said...stay still..."

"Why?" Harry put down his suitcase and asked eagerly, "Why did he want me to stay here? Did he say anything else?"

"Nothing." Phineas raised his sparse eyebrows, as if he thought Harry was irrelevant.

Harry could no longer control his emotions, like a snake's head rising high in the grass.

Harry was exhausted and confused. He had been terrorized, rescued, and terrorized again for the last twelve hours, but Dumbledore still didn't want to talk to him.

"That's it, isn't it?" he said loudly, "-Stay still-! That's what everyone said to me after I was attacked by Voldemort!"

"Harry, stay where you are until the adults sort this out! We won't bother telling you anything because your little mind won't be able to handle it -! You know..." Phineas's The voice overcame Harry, "This is exactly why I hate being a teacher, damn young people are always sure that everything they do is absolutely right. You poor proud guy, didn't you ever think that , does the headmaster of Hogwarts have a very good reason for not telling you all the details of his plan? You never stop to think about it when you feel you are being treated unfairly, do you? Just do what Dumbledore orders and you will never put yourself in harm's way. No, no, like all young people, you are too convinced that only you have feelings and thoughts, only you can recognize danger, only you. He is the only one smart enough to know what the dark wizard may be planning..." (To be continued)