Chapter 130 Everything I Think of Is Reality (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 130 Everything I think is reality (Second update~Please subscribe~)

Magic surged out and flames swept up Harry and Dumbledore.

Snap.

They disappeared into the office.

The next moment they appeared in an open space, with Hogwarts Castle looming in the distance. They were taken to the open space southwest of the Black Lake, where the Fast and the Forbidden Forest met.

It has to bypass most of the Black Lake and pass Hagrid's hut, so almost no students will come here.

Fawkes landed on Harry's head and cried a few times.

Sorting Hat Translation: "She said she wanted Hedwig's rations as payment."

"Then you have to go find Hedwig." Harry raised his hand and touched its head.

Fox immediately flew away.

"I rarely see Fawkes like this." Dumbledore was a little surprised. "He doesn't even like cockroaches."

Harry looked at him strangely: "Professor, are you serious? Fox doesn't like being too normal. Even Crookshanks doesn't like cockroaches."

"But cockroach piles are Honeydukes' best-selling product." Dumbledore argued.

"Lee Jordan is the one who buys the most cockroaches in Gryffindor." Harry argued with him. "He said more than once that this thing should be in Zuko's joke shop, not a candy shop."

Dumbledore disagreed very much: "Jordan? That little naughty guy second only to the Weasley brothers? You can't trust his words. He likes to trick people the most."

"I don't want to discuss cockroaches with you." Seeing Dumbledore's serious face, starting to feel like Ron meeting Ron on the broom, Harry shook his head expressionlessly, interrupting this trend, "Let's start today's lesson. "

Dumbledore paused for a moment, with thousands of soldiers stuck in his throat. After a while, he calmed down and said softly: "Then let's start today's lesson."

Harry nodded.

This was his second agreement with Dumbledore, to learn the technique of mobilizing magic that did not belong to him.

Dumbledore flicked his wand.

The water in the black lake surged rapidly, rising high and pouring down like a waterfall.

There was even a panicked mermaid inside - I couldn't come up to take a breath, so what's going on?

"Clear water like a spring." Harry said the spell he didn't say.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, it is indeed this spell, but it uses some small spell-casting skills."

"Magic is everywhere."

As he spoke, he paused slightly and waved his wand vigorously.

Water, fire, soil, and breeze flow around him.

"Everything has magic if you think about it."

"As long as you don't think about it, there is no magic in anything."

As he finished speaking, everything that had happened just now seemed like an illusion. The wind stopped blowing, the soil rushed back to the earth, and the flames and water flow merged, but not a single bit of water vapor could rise.

"Like the Patronus Charm, he can use it whenever I want?" Harry said with a knot in his throat.

Dumbledore nodded: "That's right."

Harry lowered his head and looked at his wand: "But Snape...the professor still has to take the potion."

"The theory is the same." Dumbledore explained patiently, "The magic power of potions also comes from faith."

Harry didn't quite understand.

Is magic just a slap on the head?

Because I want it to happen?

"Actually, haven't you already succeeded?" Dumbledore said softly.

Harry was stunned, raised his head, and looked at Dumbledore, a little confused.

Dumbledore imitated Harry and made a nondescript handprint: "It's those hand gesture magics of yours."

Harry was stunned.

He raised his hand and made a mudra.

Igni!

The flames spurted forward and splashed onto the surface of the black lake, stirring up a burst of misty water vapor.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded, "You have already mastered the power before you even started learning magic."

Harry looked at his hands, lost in thought.

After a while, try waving the wand and forcing yourself to think that you can mobilize magic.

But it's no use.

A stream of clear water spurted out from the tip of the wand, but it did not create such a magnificent and huge landscape as before.

"You have to think from the bottom of your heart to change." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry closed his eyes, intending to adjust his mentality and find the feeling of releasing the Patronus Charm.

Dumbledore continued: "This spell-casting technique is not the same as the Patronus Charm. There is a spell that can help you find this feeling."

Harry looked at him.

"Weather spells." Dumbledore raised his wand, "A series of spells that can change the weather."

He waved lightly.

"Call the wind!"

A breeze surged up, but unlike the whirlwind spell and hurricane spell, this wind did not come from the wand, but blew naturally from the north, whistling.

"Call the rain!"

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Pat pat pat——

The raindrops fell, and there was an exclamation from across the black lake. No one expected that it would rain in this kind of weather. The water droplets fell and quickly turned into ice.

"Calling thunder."

He waved his wand again.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a huge bolt of lightning shattered the night, and then quickly dissipated.

"Luoxue."

He waved his wand for the last time, and the overwhelming rain turned into snowflakes in an instant, falling lightly.

Harry stared at Dumbledore in surprise.

Wind, rain, thunder, snowflakes...

These were all natural weather conditions. He did not feel any magic in the raindrops, snowflakes, or breeze. He only felt it from Dumbledore when the spell was released, which was not a huge flow of magic.

"This spell is not difficult." Dumbledore broke down a series of weather spells and introduced them to Harry, "but it is even more difficult to master than the Patronus Charm."

"Many people don't have that strong confidence. They all choose to retreat in the face of celestial phenomena."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The wind stopped, the snow stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky was clear.

Harry raised his wand.

Like Dumbledore, chant the incantation: "Call the wind!"

Magic surges.

With a pop, a puff of air sprayed on Dumbledore's face, ruffling his beard and hair.

Dumbledore stiffened.

"Sorry." Harry said expressionlessly, "I didn't mean it."

Dumbledore threw a bullet in his face to clear things up: "Harry, it might be better if you didn't apologize."

Harry continued to try spells.

This spell was no more difficult than the Patronus Charm. Under Dumbledore's guidance, he quickly mastered this series of spells, but he was still not as good as Dumbledore.

He can only affect a small area.

From the Ravenclaw Tower to the area where he sat in the open space that spread a little further into the Forbidden Forest.

The wind wasn't strong enough, the rain and snow were suffocating, and the thunderclouds only called once.

However, Harry had already felt the impact of the weather spell, the magic power that was floating outside his body, ready to move, and wanted to be controlled by him.

Until the moon rises into the sky.

An elf appeared with a pop and whispered: "Principal Dumbledore, it's curfew now."

"It seems we have to take a rest." Dumbledore waved his wand and all the weather ended.

Harry tentatively said, "Practice for another two hours?"

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow." Dumbledore refused immediately, "You can spare me this old man, but you are not here. No, I didn't have as much energy as you when I was young."

Harry sighed.

"Fawkes." Dumbledore called into the air.

No bird responded to him.

Dumbledore looked regretful: "It seems we have to walk back."

Harry stared directly at the house elf: "If you have this idea, just say it. There is no need to be so secretive with me."

Dumbledore coughed, waved his wand, and a dead tree by the lake twisted and turned into a small boat: "Get on the boat."

"Let me enjoy the feeling I had back then."

Harry got on the boat with him. There was no wind, so the boat started automatically and drifted to the other side.

"Harry, how do you plan for the future?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry answered without hesitation: "Find out about Snape and my mother."

Dumbledore's face froze, and he turned his head to the side unnaturally.

"It seems you know." Harry said calmly, "I asked my uncle and godfather a few days ago, but they didn't know about these things."

Dumbledore remained silent.

"Is it related to why he betrayed Voldemort?" Harry asked a not-so-sensitive question.

A slight sound of wind echoed his words.

"It's also related to my mother's death." Harry asked with certainty.

There was no other expression on Dumbledore's face. He turned his head and said, "I'm sorry, Harry, this is the agreement between Severus and I. I can't say anything."

"But you have to believe that Severus will definitely..."

Harry stared directly into Dumbledore's eyes: "I can absolutely trust him, but the cause of my father's and mother's death cannot be so unclear."

Dumbledore sighed: "Don't use Legilimency on me."

"Maybe it will work?" Harry shrugged.

"One day, Severus will tell you." Dumbledore tilted his head, "If you don't say this, Harry, you can try to slow down a little."

"You are only thirteen years old now, but you are almost as tired as me."

Harry looked at the thick layer of snow beside the lake: "Senior Tom is going to be resurrected."

"I'm not dead yet." Dumbledore shook his head, "I can stop him for a few more years for you."

"The living enemy is the greatest torture for me." Harry waved his wand, fished out a fish, turned it into a cat, and moved it in his hand.

"Tell us about your longer-term ideals?" Dumbledore continued, "You are very smart and perceptive. Do you want to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"I remember Weasley, Percy Weasley's dream was to become the Minister of Magic."

"You are better than him and have better conditions."

Harry looked at him and suddenly smiled: "Albus, are you afraid that I will become like Tom?"

Dumbledore was stunned, then fished out a fish and turned into a bird: "You are still so sharp, okay, I am indeed a little worried."

"After all, anger destroys a person."