Chapter 577 Do You Discriminate Against Dementors?

Footsteps, large and small, stepped on the soft grass, making a slight rustling sound.

"This is a normal thing. Bustling will bring happiness. Suddenly being alone away from the crowd will make the excited heart feel lonely, so we need relatives and friends... This is the magic of love." Dumbledore chuckled.

Harry pursed his lips, was silent for a while, and whispered: "I always thought you were avoiding too much contact with me. Sir, you know, Voldemort may be able to see the scenes I see and hear the sounds I hear."

"I don't deny it, I did do it..."

Dumbledore admitted frankly, with almost no hesitation, "I believe that before long, Voldemort will try to force his way into your brain, manipulate and mislead your thoughts, and use you to monitor me and monitor the actions of the Order of the Phoenix. I urge you Ask Molly and Sirius not to mention too much about the Order of the Phoenix in front of you. Later Loren told me that they had a big fight because of this matter... Loren also advised me more than once, Maybe I should trust you more instead of treating you like a child who hasn't grown up."

Harry heard a hint of fatigue in the principal's voice. He looked up at the old principal, his voice suddenly rose, and his expression was firm: "I will work hard to learn Occlumency!"

"Relax, Harry..." Dumbledore smiled and ruffled his hair. After getting his hands wet with sweat, he calmly put his hands back on his shoulders. "Magic is very magical. To this day, no wizard can say We have understood its mysteries, but we can gain some experience from it..."

"Some people are naturally good at certain magics, like Mr. Finnigan; some people are always repelled by certain magics, such as the evil dark wizard who has difficulty mastering the Patronus Charm. Similarly, people with cheerful personalities and rich emotions are required to be isolated from others. It’s very inhumane to close one’s mind.”

Harry thought about his disarming spell and opened his mouth. He felt that this was probably because he was willing to give up. He sighed dejectedly: "No wonder Professor Snape said that my brain is so empty that it can even accommodate Buckbeak flying around in it..."

"Interesting metaphor." Dumbledore praised with a smile.

"But what should I do with Voldemort?" Harry knocked his head in distress, "Can I just let him read my mind, like a book that I can't resist..."

"Not all books can be read at will, such as the tomes in the restricted book area, such as..." Dumbledore raised his head and looked at the two people walking at the front of the road. He seemed to remember something, shook his head and smiled, " You can also arm your mind and counterattack appropriately to prevent Voldemort from looking through it at will, or so that he can only see what you want to show."

"Fake memory spell?" Harry's eyes lit up. Compared with the invisible and intangible Occlumency, fake memory seemed to be more direct.

"Well..." Dumbledore patted his shoulder and did not answer directly, "If you say it, Voldemort may spy on you. It will be difficult to deal with him if he is on guard. You can think about it yourself."

"Yeah!" Harry looked delighted and nodded heavily.

The salty egg yolk-like sunset sank into the hills, leaving only an endless patch of orange clouds. The Quidditch team was playing in front, and from time to time they heard Ron yelling in anger, and more often the twins' joyful laughter, so An increasingly angry Ron began to chase him.

"It's been two weeks since school started. Are you still getting used to life in fifth grade?"

Harry's eyebrows knitted together and he said bitterly: "There are more classes, more homework, and less Quidditch training time... These are all okay, but the most troublesome thing is that Umri Strange, she doesn’t look like a professor at all. She only lets us read books by ourselves in class and doesn’t teach any magic.”

"The school year when preparing for exams is always busier. As for Professor Umbridge, this is my fault..."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused, as if he was thinking about something, "Many students have indeed passed the stage of only learning things from books. A suitable professor should teach students how to use spells. When we make mistakes, we should correct them in time...so, I want to ask you."

"What?" Harry didn't understand what he meant and thought it was a bit strange.

"You are indeed excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts. You are able to get rid of Crouch's Imperius Curse, you are able to summon the physical patron saint, and you have rich experience in fighting dark wizards. This is something that many seventh-year graduates do not have. Quality."

Harry finally understood and opened his mouth in surprise: "What do you mean..."

"I want you to reopen the duel club activities..."

Dumbledore patted his shoulder lightly: "Those students who were deceived by the Ministry of Magic need to learn how to protect themselves, how to resist Death Eaters, and even resist Voldemort. According to previous years' arrangements, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor should be in charge , but Umbridge obviously won't do that, and Minerva, Severus and Filius all have their own jobs."

"Why me?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "I mean, why not Loren and Hermione? They are much better than me. They are good enough, have excellent grades, are proficient in magic and dueling, and have been in the dueling club. ’s assistant teacher...Look at me again, the newspaper said I am a reckless boy who wants to attract attention, with an empty head and nonsense..."

"You need to be confident, Harry." Dumbledore advised patiently. "In the past few years, your experiences have been more exciting than Lockhart's novels. You saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort, opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed the Basilisk. , become a warrior and win the Goblet of Fire, many people are willing to listen to you.”

Harry looked up at him and said nothing.

He looked up at the team members in front, and then at Loren and Hermione at the front of the path. His eyebrows drooped, and he felt that his mind was in a mess. He wanted to refute Dumbledore's words, but he didn't know where to start.

He had noticed from a long time ago that those exciting-sounding adventures were actually carried out under the watchful eyes of the principal. It was unclear whether they completed those feats themselves, or whether the principal and professors guided him to complete them... …

"headmaster……"

"Um?"

"You know what's going on, right?"

Harry murmured in a low voice: "These things are amazing to say, but it's all luck. Half the time, I don't know what I'm doing. It's not planned at all. I just act based on my feelings. Every time I The reason I was able to escape death this time was not because of how good I was in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I was able to escape because I could always get help in time... When I guarded the magic stone, Loren appeared in time, and I defeated the basilisk because Fawkes appeared just in time with the Sword of Gryffindor..."

"..."

Dumbledore did not refute. He recalled the arrangements of the past few years and thought about what he failed to do well, so that Harry could see the flaws and become suspicious.

"Compared with those near-miss experiences in school, Loren and Hermione's adventures are more exciting, the secret passages of the pyramid, the underground waterways of New York..." Harry frowned, his face full of confusion, "I must admit, they Better suited for this job.”

"I think there is one more thing that needs to be explained to you... Harry, you may have wondered why I didn't choose you to be a prefect?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and opened and closed his lips twice, without admitting or denying. The little thoughts of an adolescent boy who was jealous of his friends were revealed clearly, and he was more or less ashamed.

"You never have to worry about anyone..."

Dumbledore looked down at Harry, his blue eyes staring into his green eyes, his expression serious and serious, "You are capable enough to be a prefect, enough to be the Quidditch captain, and enough to be the student mentor of the dueling club. I believe this more than anyone else... I'm just giving you one last responsibility because I think you already have enough."

Harry raised his eyes blankly, and his throat suddenly became blocked. Those things kept hitting the soft part of his heart. It was sour and hard to distinguish. It seemed like grievance, joy, or a mess of things mixed together. It was hard to tell. what exactly is it.

Dumbledore smiled casually: "Of course there is another reason. If it were Loren, he would definitely find it troublesome and reject me without hesitation."

"So I'm just a backup option?" Harry's eyes twitched, and he suppressed all his melancholy and grievances, leaving him unable to laugh or cry.

"That's not entirely the case. If you are responsible for this matter, your good friends will definitely help you with ideas and they will get involved."

"!!"

Harry's eyes widened.

Not far ahead, George and Fred, who were running away from their brother's suicide attack, ran over in a hurry. When they saw Dumbledore, their eyes suddenly lit up. They smiled and stepped forward to squeeze Harry away. They each held one of the old headmaster's hands. He said politely: "Principal Dumbledore, one of our applications was rejected by Professor McGonagall, and we would like to explain it to you in person."

"What application?"

"A very interesting social practice. We have some independently developed magic candies that we have tested on ourselves. They are absolutely safe and the efficacy meets the requirements. However, we are not sure whether the effect is stable, so we want students to help test it... …”

"Magic candies?" Dumbledore blinked, seeming to be very interested, "Are they the same as Mr. Ambrosio Froome's products?"

"Yeah, yeah, just like Honeydukes Candy Shop."

"Can you give me a taste?"

George and Fred took a breath of cold air: "Well..."

The remaining sunset shone on Dumbledore's cheeks, and those carved wrinkles and long beard were golden. At least at this moment, he seemed to be just a kind and kind ordinary old man.

…

Saturday, evening.

Gryffindor common room.

Three divination dream diaries were placed on the small round table. Loren and Ron stared at the blank papers, lost in thought at the same time. Only Harry was absent-minded. He looked at the two of them and then at Hermione, who was reviewing first-year knowledge next to him. He didn't know what to say.

I don’t know who was behind it, but the idea of ​​adapting a fable to write a diary was leaked. Several students in the Divination class were using a copy of the story, and the risk of exposure was greatly increased. They were afraid that Professor Trelawney might happen that day. I randomly checked the homework and found that several students had the same dream...

If they have no choice, they can only make it up out of thin air.

Loren held the quill, thought for a moment, dipped it in ink and started recording.

Dreaming Diary, September 16th.

I dreamed of a strange man who always liked to wear a brown-black top hat and a red and green horizontal striped sweater. One right hand is made of sharp iron claws made of metal. His whole body is extremely malnourished and skinny. His face and body are all scars left by burns.

His father was a Death Eater who was unfortunately imprisoned in the deepest cell of Azkaban. He fell in love with a dementor and gave birth to him. Freddy's soul therefore possesses the qualities of a wizard and a dementor. The strange double evil, inherited the essence of those demons, committed all kinds of evil, and was eventually killed by the Auror with a fire spell...

Years later, he appears in people's dreams and kills in extremely cruel ways.

…

Loren adapted it with gusto.

Ron, who was lying next to him with his head in his head, was also fascinated by the scene. When he saw the scary place, he would look away shamelessly, but he quickly moved back, fearful and curious to see what would happen next.

"Can wizards and dementors have children? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Wizards and giants have children, wizards and Veela have children, why can't they have children with dementors? Are you discriminating against dementors?" Loren raised his chin and looked at him.

"No..." Ron frowned and looked embarrassed, "But who would fall in love with a dementor? I've never heard of it. Do dementors also drink love potions?"

"So it happened when the Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban. It was a special environment. And what if a wizard fed the Death Eaters a love potion?"

"No, what does he like about dementors?"

"Love is always blind."

"..."

Harry next to him couldn't quite understand, but he was so shocked that even Hermione couldn't help but put down the book in her hand, leaned her head to read his dream diary word by word, and finally fell silent and began to doubt herself.

Shouldn't they reveal their methods to Seamus? Not only have they not done their homework properly, but the things they make up are becoming more and more outrageous. They are not as good as the original fable!

"that……"

Harry recovered from the shock and murmured something in a low voice. He realized that the three of them were still discussing whether dementors and wizards could get married, so he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Can you help me reopen the dueling club!"

"?"

Facing the inquiring looks of the three people, Harry's courage that he had just summoned dropped again, and he slumped his shoulders and explained: "Dumbledore chatted with me in the afternoon and said that Umbridge could not be allowed to tell everyone to just read. Someone is taking you to learn magic spells and practice practical combat, and other professors are very busy. I hope that I... will reopen the duel club with you. "

Loren blinked: "Dumbledore... Army?"