Chapter 672 The Person Who Prophesied

"Actually, I'm more inclined to use the Portkey of the Ministry of Magic pool," Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped glasses, "the statue of the golden wizard in the pool, you just point your wand at him and say 'Mentos' , a Portkey will appear, but it’s not convenient for me to use it when the Ministry of Magic is in the midst of overlapping powers, after all, they have a lot of things to do tonight.”

"You mean Mr. Owen Harris?" Harry licked his lips and asked, vaguely, he felt that the relationship between Dumbledore and the Harris family might not be close.

"Obviously our Minister Fudge was completely at a disadvantage when he denied Tom's return in this struggle." Dumbledore led Harry quickly to the headmaster's office.

Thinking of Alan, who became friends during the Muggle period, Harry was even more sad, so what if he got power? Nothing is more important than the presence of living loved ones. It's like they all call him the boy who lived, the savior, etc., but he would rather use all of this to trade his parents and parents by his side.

Dumbledore's piercing eyes made Harry look away uncomfortably, "Everyone's pursuit is different. In some people's minds, it is worth sacrificing something for the greater good. In fact I will make the same mistake.”

"Harry!" As soon as Ginny, who was waiting in the principal's office, saw Harry, she ignored her ill-fitting magic robe, let its hem drag on the ground, went straight to Harry, and grabbed Harry Hug, Ginny's sudden enthusiasm made Harry instantly think of Mrs. Weasley, he was a little embarrassed, patted Ginny's back, and gently broke away from Ginny's embrace.

Ron glared at his sister, but then laughed and bumped Harry's chest with his shoulder, but found that his best friend seemed a little dazed, and didn't respond to it.

Neville and Flaig surrounded him and asked in surprise, "Principal Dumbledore, are you able to come back?"

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Brown." Dumbledore winked at them and said kindly, "I think you can talk to Harry later, you should go back to your dormitory now and put on more decent clothes." I'm not officially reinstated, so don't worry about me deducting your college points for violating the curfew."

"But Harry, isn't he going with us?" Ron asked directly, eager to know the situation, "And they haven't returned our clothes yet. I only have this one..."

Sharp-eyed Ginny tugged at her brother's robes, knowing that Dumbledore clearly had more important things to discuss than their clothes.

"I think the Ministry of Magic will take care of this soon, but I need to borrow some time from your Harry and have a few more words with him..." Dumbledore walked towards the chair behind the large desk.

Several people looked at each other, said goodbye to the principal politely, and walked out of the principal's office wearing unsuitable robes. Fleigh, who was walking last, thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

"Sit down first." After entering the principal's room, Harry was looking around when a cup of hot tea flew in front of Harry.

Harry fiddled with the teacup in front of him, took a sip politely, but he was not in the mood to drink the tea at this moment, although the scalding hot tea falling into his stomach did warm his whole body, but after he calmed down, After the unreality of the misfortune that happened to Allen subsided, he began to accept this fact, and his mind was occupied by what Dumbledore had said about Allen before.

Dumbledore just watched Harry Potter calmly and gently.

Noticing the headmaster's gaze, Harry's voice was bitter. "Professor, is it true that Alan can't come back? Is it really impossible to survive after falling into that veil? I mean, if the mysterious person can come back, is it possible for Alan?"

"Harry, fall into that veil from which no one can come out alive. We have to accept that Alan has left us forever, and that death is just another great adventure,

With his bravery, he will go on. Dumbledore looked directly at Harry, his expression was very kind, "None of this is your fault, Harry. "

Harry didn't say a word, Alan is so good and powerful, he never thought that he would leave them so early, what happened to Hermione now, how sad she should be, Harry felt a little ashamed to see himself If he hadn't begged Allen to go to the Ministry of Magic for his godfather, maybe the chances of the Harris family would have changed, at least if he hadn't fought in front of the veil, maybe Allen wouldn't have died.

"This is actually the choice of Alan and the Harris family behind him. Even if it wasn't for you, even if it wasn't for today, the confrontation between Alan Harris and Voldemort would be inevitable. I tried to persuade him not to be so anxious , as long as he can slow down a little more, his achievements may exceed every wizard you know." Dumbledore continued to enlighten Harry, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful, "Harry, you have It's normal to feel like this, it's part of human nature."

"Hey! Dumbledore? Obviously, a wizard with such talent and strength will not listen to you. In fact, I think that even most ordinary wizards will not listen to you unless something is imminent. "The portrait in the principal's office Phineas Nigellus Blake finally couldn't help but stop pretending to be asleep, he said slyly, "But that boy with light blond hair is the second bad boy! It's good to die ! Otherwise, in my opinion, you have to cultivate another black devil..."

"Enough, Phineas." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop the portrait, and Phineas, who was obviously stunned by Allen with the stun spell because he didn't say a word, was still a little unconvinced, but he just held back He opened his mouth but didn't continue to speak.

"Harry, you're a true Gryffindor, and you don't feel safe hiding in your home when you believe someone else is in danger. But it's not your fault, if I've been open and honest with you before, Then you would have known that Voldemort would try to lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked there last night. Of course, the Harris family may have planned this matter a long time ago, and it is not your fault alone. It was caused by everyone." Dumbledore pressed his fingers to his head, his expression was a little tired, "Harry, I also owe you an explanation, as the headmaster, I am also responsible for Alan's matter, because I realize now, as he also reminded me before, that everything I did and didn't do about you has the flaws of an older person. Young people don't know age I don't know what other people think, and I don't know how they feel, but it would be a big mistake if an elderly person forgets what it was like when he was young... It seems that I have been unable to remember recently..."

The tea in Harry's hand had gone cold, but he didn't realize it. He stared at Dumbledore almost holding his breath, and he could barely understand what the other party was saying.

Dumbledore lowered his hands and looked at Harry through his half-moon spectacles. "It's time for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago. Please sit down and I'll tell you All your stuff. I just ask you to have a little patience. Then you can get mad at me...do whatever you want...and I won't stop you after I say it."

The sun was rising, and there was a blinding orange rim on the hills, and the sky was bright white, and the light fell on Dumbledore, on his silvery eyebrows and beard, on the deep rim of his face. on the wrinkles.

The Headmaster of Hogwarts stared out the window at the sun-drenched ground, and after a while his eyes returned to Harry. He said: "Harry, five years ago, just as I planned and hoped, you came to Hogwarts safe and sound. Oh... not entirely safe, you suffered. When I left you in your uncle, I knew you would suffer from my aunt's doorstep. I knew that doing so would doom you to a decade of darkness and hardship - and I knew that Voldemort's knowledge of magic was probably greater than any wizard alive today. I also Know that once he has recovered all his magic power, I am afraid that even the most complicated and powerful spells I use may not be able to beat him."

Harry stared intently at Dumbledore, but said nothing.

Dumbledore unconsciously removed his gaze from Harry's green eyes: "But, I also understand where Voldemort's weakness is. So I decided that you should use ancient magic to protect you. He understands this magic , despised this kind of magic, and he always underestimated this kind of magic... And because of this, he paid the price for it, I mean of course your mother gave up her life to save you. She gave you an idea An unthinkable enduring protection, which runs in your blood to this day. Therefore, I trust in your mother's blood. I entrust you to her sister, her only surviving relative."

"She doesn't like me," said Harry immediately. "She didn't give me a little..."

"But she took you in," Dumbledore interrupted him, "she may be reluctant, unhappy, reluctantly and complaining about taking you in, but she took you in after all, and in the process, she still kept you. I cast a spell on you. Your mother's sacrifice made the bond of blood the strongest shield I could give you. As long as you can call home the place where your mother's blood lives, there you will be. Will not be disturbed or harmed by Voldemort. Voldemort caused her blood to flow, but that blood remains in you and her sister. Her blood is your refuge. As long as you call it home, You need to go back once a year. And as long as you are there, Voldemort can't hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I left the letter at her door and explained what I did to you Everything, she knows that keeping you at home will ensure that you are safe and sound for the past fifteen years."

Seeing Harry getting up, Dumbledore interrupted Harry again by raising his hand: "Harry, everything is not accidental, there is a reason. Voldemort wanted to kill you when you were a baby. A prophecy shortly before your birth."

Harry was originally asking about his aunt and mother, but Dumbledore suddenly mentioned a prophecy, which made him a little confused. Although he had vaguely known from some previous events that there was a prophecy related to himself , and even the shelves full of prophecy balls in the Department of Mysteries that he was led to tonight, it was obvious that Voldemort did this in order to obtain a prophecy related to himself.

"Actually, I can tell you this prophecy without taking the prophecy ball. I heard that prophecy with my own ears." Dumbledore sighed, took out his Pensieve, and then drew a wisp of it from his temple. Silvery, spider-thread-thin thoughts, and put these thoughts stuck to the wand into the basin. Professor Sybill Trelawney emerged from the basin, completely different from her usual appearance in class, her voice was low and hoarse: "The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... born in the world who has resisted three times. Of his people, born at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him his rival, but he will have powers that the Dark Lord does not know... One of them will die at the hand of the other, because both Individuals cannot all live, only one survives... the one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."

"There were two people who were compatible at the time, one was you and the other was Neville Longbottom. He finally marked you as a rival with his own hands and left you with this scar." Dumbledore said, pointing to the scar on Harry's forehead .

"Why did he do that?" said Harry, feeling cold and stiff all over. "Why did he choose me? Why did he kill me when I was little? He should have waited until Neville and I were older, see See who is more dangerous, and then try to kill that person—”

"Yeah, that's probably more practical," said Dumbledore, "but Voldemort's knowledge of that prophecy was incomplete. Halfway through the prophecy, Severus was discovered, and he was thrown out of the outside."

"Snape? He told Voldemort?" A surge of violence piled up in Harry's heart.

"Professor Snape, Harry, he didn't know that the person was referring to you. After knowing it, he never felt at ease for the rest of his life." Dumbledore said, "He only heard the beginning, which is It was prophesied that a boy would be born at the end of July, whose parents had resisted Voldemort three times. So it was impossible for him to remind his master that laying hands on you would pass power to you and mark you as his great enemy. So Voldemort was not at all Knowing the danger of attacking you, Harry, you are the savior, the only one who has any hope of defeating Voldemort."

Dumbledore asked Harry softly: "I think Professor Snape has told you that this scar connects you and Voldemort, and you should also know why I asked your godfather at the beginning of your summer vacation I don’t communicate with you much with your friends—although I changed my mind later.”

Harry raised his eyes and saw Dumbledore's sad and exhausted face at this moment, Harry murmured, "Yes, they have all revealed some information to me more or less, but unfortunately I just can't learn it well Occlumency... Allen once told me not to blindly indulge in a prophecy that predicts the future, he said that prophecy and divination can only be used as a means of reference."

"As Alan told you, Harry, prophecies don't always come true, or in ways we don't expect or even notice - although if you just use it to find something that already exists It’s quite convenient. But Harry, Allen has different views on some of my practices and attitudes towards this prophecy. What he misunderstood me is that I don’t really believe in divination and divination. Prophecy, I even considered canceling this course at Hogwarts until I met Professor Sybill Trelawney who made this prophecy." Dumbledore's voice was quite low, but when it came to the prophecy Afterwards, his expression revealed a trace of relief, "I was actually very worried that Allen would make an accident happen to this prophecy chosen by Voldemort himself, but today he fell into the veil, which made me feel very regretful and remorseful, but It also made me more convinced that you are the one who defeated Voldemort in the prophecy."

Harry immediately thought of the end of the prophecy under Dumbledore's guidance, and blurted out, "The end of the prophecy... seems to be about... two people can't both live..."

"... only one survives, you are capable of defeating the Dark Lord, and after he marks you as a rival, you are the only one who can defeat him in the end. Not me, not Ellen, but you, Harry? Potter," said Dumbledore, letting himself look back into Harry's green eyes, and then he became hesitant again: "I think I owe you another explanation, Harry, you may have wondered why I didn't take you Elected as a prefect? ​​I must admit... I think more... you already have too much responsibility."

Harry glanced up at him to see a tear slip down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.

Although he didn't know what power he had, his trust and admiration for Dumbledore gave him courage. He said to Dumbledore in a firm tone: "The fate between me and Voldemort will last forever." It's me! I will avenge Alan!"

"If Alan wasn't in such a hurry..." Before finishing speaking, Dumbledore and Harry suddenly looked out of the window. A silver-white hare patron saint jumped in directly from the window. Tonks A cheerful voice came out of its mouth, and the loud voice didn't match its small figure: "I saw Alan Harris is back, he's still alive!"