HP Approaches the Magical World - Chapter 906

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Just a few minutes after walking, Harry saw a bright light ahead, Yaxley and Dolohov walked to a clearing where Harry knew that the terrible Aragog had lived here.

Its incomplete giant net is still there, but the offspring it bred has been driven by the Death Eaters to fight for them.

A bonfire was burning in the center of the clearing, and the swaying fire illuminated a group of silent and alert Death Eaters.

Some were still covered and wearing hoods, while others showed their faces.

The two giants sat on the periphery, casting a huge shadow on the surroundings, their faces as cold and rough as rock carved.

Harry saw Fenrir gnawing on his long nails sneakily, and Rol, the big blonde, gently wiped his bleeding lips.

He saw Lucius Malfoy look downcast and trembling, Narcissa’s eyes were sunken, and there was panic inside.

Every pair of eyes fixed on Voldemort.

He stood there with his head down, two pale hands holding the old magic wand in front of him, as if praying or counting silently. Harry was still standing on the edge of the clearing, thinking absurdly of someone counting in a game of hide and seek. child.

Behind Voldemort’s head, the giant snake Nagini still floats in its magical cage that shines like a giant halo, spinning and coiling nonstop.

Dolohov and Yaxley walked to the group, and Voldemort looked up.

“There is no shadow of him, master.”

Voldemort’s expression did not change, those red eyes seemed to be burning in the flames.

He placed the old wand between his long fingers and twitched slowly.

“the host–“

It was Bellatrix talking.

She was sitting at the place closest to Voldemort, her hair scattered, a little blood on her face, and no injuries.

Voldemort raised a hand to make her silent, she stopped talking, and stared at Voldemort with fanatically and admiringly.

“I thought he would come,” Voldemort said in his high, clear voice, looking at the beating flames, “I expected him to come.”

No one speaks. They all seemed to be as scared as Harry. Harry’s heart hit his ribs hard, as if determined to escape the body he was about to abandon. He took off the invisibility cloak with his sweaty hands and tucked it under the robe with his wand. He didn’t want to be tempted to fight back.

“It seems…I was wrong.”

Voldemort said.

“you’re not wrong.”

Harry gathered all his strength to maximize his voice, he didn’t want others to hear him scared. The resurrection stone slipped from his numb fingers, and he stepped into the firelight. From the corner of his eye, he saw his parents, Sirius and Lupin all disappeared. At this moment, he felt that no one else was important except Voldemort. There are only two of them.

This illusion is fleeting. The Death Eaters all stood up, and the giant roared, shouting, panting in surprise, and even laughter. Voldemort froze there, but the red eyes saw Harry and watched Harry approach him step by step. There was only the campfire between them.

Then a voice shouted–

“Harry! No!”

Harry turned and saw that Hagrid was tied to a tree nearby, struggling desperately, his huge body swaying the branches above his head.

“No! No! Harry, you want to—?”

“Shut up!” Rohr yelled and waved his wand, Hagrid said nothing.

Bellatrix had already jumped up, and she looked eagerly at Voldemort and then at Harry, her chest undulating violently. The only thing still moving around was the flame and the snake, which kept coiling and unwinding in the flashing cage behind Voldemort’s head.

Harry could feel the wand in his chest, but he didn’t reach for it. He knew that the snake was too tightly protected, even if he aimed at Nagini with his wand, he would be hit by fifty spells first. Voldemort and Harry were still looking at each other, and then Voldemort turned his head slightly to the side and looked at the boy standing in front of him, his lipsless mouth twisted, showing a weird and gloomy smile.

“Harry Potter,” he said, in a very soft voice, like a hissing flame, “the boy who survived the catastrophe.”

None of the Death Eaters moved, they were all waiting, everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, Bellatrix was gasping, but Harry thought of Ginny for no reason, of her radiant appearance, and the feeling of her lips touching his lips—

Voldemort had raised his wand. His head is still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what will happen next. Harry looked straight at those red eyes, hoping that the moment would come immediately, as soon as possible, while he was still able to stand, without losing control, without revealing his fear—

Harry saw that mouth was moving, the green light flashed, and everything was gone.

But no one noticed that with the green light flashing, another light came from the side to Harry’s mind.

Jon closed his eyes.

Harry lay face down, listening to the silence. He is completely alone. No one is watching him. There is no one else around. He was not quite sure if he was here.

After a long time, maybe no time at all, he realized that he must exist, certainly not just out of the mind of the flesh, because he was lying, absolutely lying, the surface of something. So he is tactile, and the thing under him also exists.

As soon as he reached this conclusion, Harry almost immediately realized that he was naked. He believed that he was the only one here, so he didn’t feel embarrassed, he just felt a little curious.

He has the sense of touch, so he wants to know if he still has vision. He tried to open his eyes and found that he still had eyes.

He lay in the bright mist, but not the same as the mist he had seen before. It’s not that the surrounding scenery is shrouded in cloud-like vapor, but the cloud-like vapor has not yet formed the surrounding scenery. The ground he was lying on seemed to be white, neither hot nor cold, but just an existence, a flat and empty thing.

He sat up, his body seemed unharmed. He touched his face, his glasses were gone.

A sound came to his ears from the unformed void around him: the small impact of something constantly beating, swinging, and struggling. This voice is pitiful, but at the same time a bit wretched.

He had a very uncomfortable feeling and seemed to be eavesdropping on something secret and shameful.

At this time, he hoped that he was wearing clothes.

As soon as this thought formed in his mind, a long robe appeared not far away.

He brought it over and put it on his body: the robe was soft, clean and warm.

How peculiar, it just appeared like that, he just had this idea…

He stood up and looked around. Is he in a big responsive house?

The more he looked, the more he discovered that there were many things to see.

A huge round glass roof gleamed in the sunlight high above his head.

Maybe this is a palace.

There was silence all around, only the weird crashing sound and whimpering sound came from the mist nearby…

Harry slowly turned around on the spot, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be transformed before his eyes.

A large expanse of space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, above it is the clear glass dome. The hall was empty, he was the only one, except for—

He flinched.

He saw the thing that made the noise.

The thing was in the shape of a naked child, curled up on the ground, with a rough red skin. It looked like it had been peeled off, lying tremblingly under a seat, discarded, and stuffed indiscriminately. There, struggling to breathe.

Harry was scared.

Although the thing was petite, weak, and injured, he didn’t want to get close to it. But he moved a little bit, ready to withdraw at any time.

Soon, he was close enough to touch it, but he didn’t have the courage to do so.

He felt like a coward.

He should comfort it, but that thing disgusted him.

“You can’t help.”

Harry turned abruptly, and Albus Dumbledore was walking towards him, his waist straight, his footsteps brisk, and he was wearing a flowing dark blue robe.

“Harry.”

He opened his arms, both hands were white, intact: “You wonderful child.

You brave, brave man.

Let’s go. “

Dumbledore strode away from the red-skinned child who was lying there sobbing, and Harry followed in a daze.

Dumbledore led the way towards the two chairs, which were split open under the tall, shiny roof, which Harry hadn’t noticed before.

Dumbledore sat down on one chair, and Harry sat on the other, staring blankly at the old principal’s face.

Although he was played by Jon, Harry obviously couldn’t find this.

Dumbledore’s long silver-white hair and beard, sharp blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses, that crooked nose: everything was the same as he remembered, but…

“But you are dead.”

“Yup.”

“So… Am I dead too?”

“Heh,” the smile on Jon’s face became more obvious: “That’s a problem, isn’t it? In general, my dear boy, I don’t think it is.”

The two looked at each other, and the old man was still smiling.

“No?” Harry asked.

“No.”

“but……”

Harry instinctively touched the lightning scar with his hands.

The scar seems to be gone.

“But I should be dead-I didn’t resist! I’m going to let him kill me!”

“I think it’s because of this,” Jon said, “that changed the whole thing.”

Happiness radiated from Jon like light and fire, and magic was best used.

Harry had never seen an old man so pure and so obviously relieved.

Now, Jon is Dumbledore.

“Be more detailed.”

“Actually you already know it.”

Said this Dumbledore.

He twiddled his thumbs.

“I asked him to kill me,” Harry said, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jon was thinking, so Dumbledore, who appeared to be external, nodded: “Go on!”

“In this way, the part of his soul in me…”

Dumbledore’s head nodded more vigorously, and with an encouraging smile on his face, he urged Harry to continue.

“…It disappeared?”

“Yes!” Dumbledore said, “Yes, he ruined it.

Your soul is complete, completely yours, Harry. “

“but……”

Harry turned to look at the injured little life trembling under the chair over there.

“What’s that, professor?”

“It’s something we all can’t do.”

“But, if Voldemort used the Killing Curse,” Harry asked again, “No one will die for me this time-how could I still be alive?”

“I think you know,” Jon said. “Recall, think about what he did because of ignorance, greed and cruelty.”

Harry thought.

He let his gaze pass over the surrounding scenery. If the place where they sit is really a palace, it is also a strange palace with some chairs and some railings erected everywhere.

But apart from him, Dumbledore, and the little being under the chair, there were no other creatures.

Then, effortlessly, the answer came to his lips with ease.

“He took my blood.”

“Exactly!” Jon laughed, and the Dumbledore said, “He took your blood and used it to reshape his flesh and blood!

Your blood is flowing in his veins, Harry, Lily’s charm is in both of you!

As long as he does not die, your life will not end! “

“As long as he lives… Am I alive? But I thought… I thought… the other way around!

I thought we both had to die, didn’t I?

Or is this actually the same thing? “

The painful life behind him kept whimpering and colliding, and Harry was restless and turned his head and glanced again.

“Do you really think we can’t do something?”

“To no avail.”

“Then…more on that in detail.”

Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled.

“Harry, you are the seventh Horcrux, he made accidentally.

He made his soul extremely unstable, and when he committed those terrible crimes-murdering your parents and trying to kill a child, his soul split.

However, fewer people escaped from that room than he knew.

Not only did he leave the child’s body, but a part of himself is still attached to you, the child who survived a catastrophe. “

“Sad, he always knows a little, Harry! Voldemort never takes the time to understand what he doesn’t value.

Voldemort knows nothing about house elves and fairy tales, about love, loyalty and innocence.

Know nothing.

In fact, they all have a power that is stronger than him, a power that surpasses any magic, but he never understood this fact. “

“He took your blood, believing it will make him stronger.

He ingested a small portion of the spells left by your mother when she died for you.

His body keeps your mother’s sacrificial talisman from dying out. As long as that charm still exists, you will not die, and Voldemort’s last hope for himself will not disappear. “

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile, and Harry just stared at him blankly.

“You knew it? You always—know it?”

“I guess. But my guesses are generally not much worse.” Dumbledore said happily, and then they sat in silence for a long time, the life behind him still whimpering and trembling.

“Also,” Harry said, “Also. Why did my wand defeat the one he borrowed?”

“As for that, I’m not sure.”

“Then take a guess,” Harry said, and Dumbledore laughed loudly.

“What you have to understand is, Harry, you and Voldemort have traveled together so far in the field of magic that no one knows and no one has set foot in. I think this is what happened. Explain to Voldemort.”

“You already know that when Voldemort regained his human form, he inadvertently doubled the connection between you. At that time, part of his soul was still attached to you, and he sacrificed your mother in order to increase his strength. Part of the amulet was taken into his body. If he understood the terrible power of the sacrificial amulet, he might not dare to touch your blood… However, if he could understand this, he couldn’t be Voldemort. I won’t kill people.”

“Voldemort strengthened this double bond, entwining your fate closely, more closely than any two wizards in history, and then he attacked with a wand with the same core as your wand. You. So, we all know that something very strange happened. The reaction of the two wand cores was beyond Voldemort’s expectations. He didn’t even know that your wand core was twins with his.”

“He was more scared than you that night, Harry. You have admitted, and even gladly accepted the possibility of death, which Voldemort couldn’t do. Your courage won, and your wand defeated him. In At the same time, something happened between the two magic wands, reflecting the relationship between the two masters.”

“I believe that your wand absorbed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort’s wand that night, that is to say, it contains something of Voldemort himself. So, when he chased you, your wand recognized him and recognized him. Out of this person who is both a similar and a mortal enemy, it spits out some of Voldemort’s own magic on him. These magics are much stronger than the power of Lucius’s wand. Now, the power of your wand is yours. With extraordinary courage and the deadly mana of Voldemort himself, in comparison, what is the role of Lucius Malfoy’s poor little stick?”

“If my wand is so powerful, how could Hermione break it?” Harry asked.

“My dear boy, its amazing effect is only for Voldemort, because he hastily tampered with the most esoteric rules of magic. Only when it is directed against him, the wand is extremely powerful. Other times, it just says goodbye. The same wand… but it is a good wand, I believe.” Dumbledore said kindly.

Harry sat there thinking for a long time, or just a few seconds. Here, it is difficult to be sure of things like time.

“He killed me with your magic wand.”

“He failed to kill you with my wand,” Dumbledore corrected Harry. “I think we can agree that you are not dead-but of course,” he added quickly, seemingly worried that he was a little rude.” I did not underestimate your pain, I know it must be serious.”

“But I feel great now,” Harry said, looking down at his flawless hands. “Where are we?”

“Hey, I was going to ask you,” Dumbledore said, looking around. “Where do you say we are?”

Harry didn’t know before Dumbledore asked this, but at this moment, he found that he had an answer.

“It looks like,” Harry said slowly, “It’s like Kings Cross Station, but it’s much cleaner and empty, and I can’t see the train.”

“King’s Cross Station!” Dumbledore laughed. “My goodness, really?”

“Then where do you think we are?” Harry said a little unconvinced.

“My dear child, I don’t know. As people say, you are the party.”

Harry didn’t understand what this meant. Dumbledore became annoying. Harry glared at him, and then he remembered a question that was much more pressing than where they were.

“Deathly Hallows.” After speaking, he was glad to see the smile on Dumbledore’s face disappeared.

“Ah, yes,” he said, even a little bit distressed.

“what’s happenin?”

This was the first time Harry saw Dumbledore after he met Dumbledore that he was not like an old man, very unlike him. At that moment, he was like a little boy caught doing bad things.

“Can you forgive me?” he said, “Can you forgive me for not trusting you? Don’t tell you? Harry, I’m just worried that you will fail like me. I’m just afraid that you will make the same mistakes as me. I beg your forgiveness, Harry. I have known for some time that you are better than me.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked, Dumbledore’s tone and the sudden tears in his eyes surprised him.

“Holy artifact, holy instrument,” Dumbledore murmured, “a dream of a desperate man!”

“But they are real!”

“Really, and dangerous, it’s the bait of the stupid,” Dumbledore said. “I am such a stupid. But you already know it, don’t you? I don’t have any secrets to keep you from you. You know.”

“what do you know?”

Dumbledore turned his whole body to face Harry, tears still flickering in his bright blue eyes.

“Conqueror of death, Harry, master of death! In the end, am I better than Voldemort?”

“Of course,” Harry said, “Of course-why would you ask? You never kill as long as you can avoid it!”

“Yes, yes,” Dumbledore said, like a child seeking comfort, “but I have also looked for a way to conquer death, Harry.”

“It’s not like him.” Harry said. He had been full of resentment towards Dumbledore, but now sitting here, sitting under the high dome, defending him against Dumbledore’s self-blame, what a strange thing. “Holy artifacts, not Horcruxes.”

“Holy artifact,” Dumbledore murmured, “not a Horcrux. It’s not bad.”

There was silence. The life behind them was still whimpering, but Harry didn’t turn his head to look at it again.

“Grindelwald has looked for them?” he asked.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded.

“The first thing that brought us together,” he said softly, “two clever, arrogant teenagers, with the same obsession. I believe you have guessed that he was for Ignatius Pey Freer’s tomb only went to Godric’s Valley. He wanted to investigate where the third brother died.”

“So, is this true?” Harry asked, “All of this? Brother Peverier—?”

“–The three brothers in the story,” Dumbledore nodded and said, “Yes, I think so. As for whether they encountered death on a remote road… I think it is more likely to be Peffer The Lier brothers are very powerful and dangerous wizards, and they have successfully made these powerful artifacts. In my opinion, the story of the Deathly Hallows is like some kind of legend surrounding these inventions.”

“The cloak of invisibility, you know it now. It has been passed down from generation to generation for a long time, from father to son, mother to daughter, and to the last living descendant of Ignatius. He is the same as Ignatius. , Was born in the village of Godric Valley.”

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a slight smile.

“I?”

“You. I know you have guessed why the invisibility cloak was in my hand the night your parents died. Just a few days ago, James showed it to me. No wonder he committed those disciplinary behaviors at school and couldn’t I was discovered! I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I offered to borrow it to study and study. At that time, I had already given up the dream of having all the sacred objects at the same time, but I couldn’t resist it and couldn’t help but take a closer look. …This invisibility cloak is different from the ones I have seen before. It is very old and perfect in every aspect… Then your father died, and I finally possessed two sacred artifacts, completely my own!”

His tone became extremely painful.

“However, the invisibility cloak won’t help them survive,” Harry said quickly. “Voldemort knows where my parents are. The invisibility cloak cannot protect them from the curse.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore said, “Yes.”

Harry waited, but Dumbledore didn’t speak, so Harry reminded him.

“In other words, when you saw the invisibility cloak, you had given up looking for the sacred artifact?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore said feebly, and he seemed to be forcing himself to face Harry’s gaze, “You know what happened. You know. You can’t despise myself more than I do.”

“I didn’t despise you—”

“Then you should despise me.” Dumbledore said, and he took a deep breath. “You know the secret of my sister’s ill health, you know the things that Muggles do, you know what she has become. You know me In order to avenge her, the poor father paid the price and died tragically in Azkaban. You know that my mother gave up her life in order to take care of Ariana.”

“I resented all this at the time, Harry.”

Dumbledore’s account was frank and indifferent. At this moment, his gaze flicked over Harry’s head, looking into the distance.

“I have talent, I am good. I want to run away. I want to excel. I want to be dazzling.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, and the pain appeared on his face, making him look old again, “I love them, I love my parents, I love your younger siblings, but I am selfish, Harry, Even more selfish than you, a very selfless person, can imagine.”

“Therefore, after my mother died, I was responsible for taking care of a disabled sister and a wayward brother. I returned to the village full of resentment and pain. I thought I was trapped and wasted my time! Then, needless to say, he came… …”

Dumbledore looked directly into Harry’s eyes again.

“Grindelwald. You can’t imagine how his thoughts attracted me and inspired me. Muggles were forced to surrender, and we wizards were elated. Grindelwald and I are the glorious young leaders of this revolution.”

“Oh, I have a little concern, but I use empty words to comfort my conscience. Everything is for the greater good, and any harm caused can bring a hundredfold benefit to the wizarding world. I am deep in my heart. Does the office know who Gellert Grindelwald is? I think I do, but I closed my eyes. As long as our plans can be realized, all my dreams will come true.”

“And the core of our plan is the Deathly Hallows! How they obsessed him, how obsessed the two of us! The magic wand that will never lose, the weapon that enables us to gain power! The resurrection stone-means to him There is an army of corpses, but I pretend not to know! To me, I admit that it means the revival of my parents and alleviates all responsibilities on my shoulders.”

“And the invisibility cloak… somehow, we never talked about the invisibility cloak, Harry. We can hide ourselves well without the invisibility cloak. Of course, the real magic of the invisibility cloak is that it can not only protect and conceal Master, it can also be used to protect and cover others. At that time, I thought, if we can find it, maybe we can use it to hide Ariana, but our interest in the invisibility cloak is only because it is one of the three elements. According to the legend, at the same time The person who possesses the three things is the true conqueror of death. We understand this to mean’invincible’.”

“The invincible conquerors of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! Two months of mesmerizing, full of cruel dreams, ignoring the only two people left in the family who need my care.”

“Later…you know what happened. Reality appeared in the face of my violent, uneducated, but much better brother. I don’t want to listen to the truths he yelled at me. I don’t want to hear it. I was dragged down by a weak and unstable sister, unable to go to find the sacred artifacts.”

“The quarrel rose to a duel. Grindelwald lost control. The kind of thing about his character—the kind of thing that I have always felt, but always pretended not to find, suddenly broke out terribly. Ariana… …After my mother took such careful care and care… fell to the ground and died.”

Dumbledore took a light breath and began to cry emotionally.

Harry stretched out his hand, but fortunately, he found that he could touch him. He grasped Dumbledore’s arm tightly, and the old man slowly controlled himself.

“Later, Grindelwald ran away. This is something anyone but me could have expected.

He disappeared, with his plan to fight for power, his plot to abuse Muggles, and his dream of finding the Deathly Hallows, and I have encouraged and helped him in these dreams.

He ran away, I stayed to bury my sister, learning to pass the day in guilt and extreme sadness, that was the price of my shame. “

“Many years have passed. I have heard some rumors about him. It is said that he has obtained an extremely powerful magic wand. At that time, the position of Minister of Magic was placed in front of me more than once, but many times. Of course I I refused. I already know that I can’t give power to me.”

“But you are better than Fudge and Scrimgeour, much better!” Harry said loudly.

“Really?” Dumbledore said gravely. “I’m not so sure. My performance when I was young and alive proved that power is my weakness and my temptation. Strangely speaking, Harry may be the best fit. Those who have power are those who have never practiced power tactics. Just like you, they are forced to take on the role of leader and put on a jersey under the pressure of the situation. They are surprised to find that they are actually well dressed.”

“And I’m safer at Hogwarts, I think I’m a good teacher—”

“You are the best–“

“—You are very kind, Harry. While I was busy training young wizards, Grindelwald called an army. People said he was afraid of me, maybe so, but I think I was more afraid of him.”

“Oh, it’s not that I’m afraid of death,” Dumbledore answered Harry’s questioning gaze. “It’s not that he would harm me with magic. I know we are evenly matched, and maybe I’m slightly better. I’m afraid of the truth. Do you understand? , I have never known who in that terrible melee sent the spell that killed my sister. You might say that I am a coward, and you are right. Harry, what I fear most from the bottom of my heart is Knowing that I caused her death, not only because of my arrogance and stupidity, but also because of my fatal blow at her.”

“I think he knows it, I think he knows what I’m afraid of. I delayed seeing him until the end, it would be shameful for me not to show up again. People are dying tragically and he seems unstoppable. I must do my best.”

“Oh, you know what happened later. I won the duel. I won the magic wand.”

There was silence again. Harry didn’t ask Dumbledore if he knew who killed Ariana. He didn’t want to know, let alone Dumbledore having to tell him. He finally knew what Dumbledore would see when he was facing the magic mirror of Eris, and why Dumbledore understood the attraction of the magic mirror to Harry in that way.

They sat in silence for a long time, and the whimper of the life behind him hardly distracted Harry anymore.

Finally, Harry said: “Grindelwald tried to stop Voldemort from pursuing the wand. He lied, you know, that he never got it.”

Dumbledore nodded and looked down at his knees, tears still gleaming on his curved nose.

“I heard that he expressed regret when he was kept alone in the cell of Newmontgard in his later years. I hope this is true. I hope he can feel how horrible and shameful what he did. Maybe, he had to deal with Voldemort. To lie is to make up for…I want to prevent Voldemort from getting the sacred artifact…”

“…Or don’t let him break into your grave?” Harry interjected, and Dumbledore wiped his eyes.

There was another brief silence, and then Harry said, “Have you tried to use the resurrection stone?”

Dumbledore nodded.

“After so many years, I finally found it buried in the deserted house of the Gunter family-this is the sacred artifact I most yearn for, but when I was young I wanted it for other reasons-I fainted, Harry . I forgot that it was already a Horcrux, and that there must be a spell on the ring. I picked it up and put it on my hand. At that moment, I thought I was about to see Ariana , My mother, my father, tell them how regretful I am…”

“I’m such a fool, Harry. After so many years, I didn’t make any progress. I don’t deserve to have all the Deathly Hallows at the same time. This has been proven many times, and this is the last proof.”

“Why?” Harry said, “That’s natural! You want to see them again, what’s wrong?”

“Perhaps one of a million people can own all the sacred objects at the same time, Harry. I am only suitable for the most insignificant and featureless of them. I am suitable for owning the old wand, and I cannot boast about it or use it to kill. I am. You can tame it and use it, because I don’t use it to get it, but to save others.”

“And the invisibility cloak, I take it out of unnecessary curiosity, so it can’t be as effective to me as it is to you. You are its real master. For that stone, I want to drag those who have slept back. , Instead of helping yourself to achieve self-sacrifice like you. Only then are you truly qualified to have the sacred artifact.

Dumbledore patted Harry’s hand, and Harry looked up at the old man with a smile on his face. He couldn’t help it. How could he be angry with Dumbledore now?

“Why do you want to make things so complicated?”

Dumbledore’s smile trembled.

“I’m afraid I want to use Miss Granger to contain you, Harry. I am worried that your hot mind will dominate your kind heart. You are like me, grabbing the sacred artifact at the wrong time and for the wrong reason. When you get them, I hope you can have them safely. You are the true conqueror of death, because the true conqueror will never try to escape from the **** of death. He will gladly accept the fate of mortal and know the world of the living There is something worse than death.”

“Does Voldemort never know about the holy artifacts?”

“I think so, because he didn’t recognize the resurrection stone, but turned it into a Horcrux. However, even if he knew them, Harry, except for the first one, he might not be interested in anything else. He He thinks he doesn’t need an invisibility cloak. As for the resurrection stone, which deceased does he want to call back? He is afraid of the dead. He doesn’t know how to love.”

“Then you expected him to look for that wand?”

“Since your wand defeated Voldemort in Little Hangleton’s cemetery, I believe he would do it. At first, he worried that you had conquered him with excellent craftsmanship. Then he kidnapped Ollivander, He discovered the existence of the twin core. He thought it explained everything. However, the borrowed wand is still not your opponent! Voldemort did not ask himself, what qualities in you make your wand so powerful, you have What he didn’t have talent, but he took it for granted, the magic wand that defeated the invincible hand in the world. He was troubled by the old magic wand, just as he was troubled by you. He believed that the old magic wand would eliminate him in the end His weakness made him truly invincible. Poor Severus…”

“Since you arranged for Snape to kill you, you intend to let him get the old wand, right?”

“I admit that I have such intentions,” Dumbledore said. “But things are counterproductive, don’t they?”

“Yes,” said Harry, “it was not realized at this point.”

The lives behind them twitched and groaned, and Harry and Dumbledore sat silently for a long time, longer than the previous silences. In the end, Harry slowly realized what would happen next, just like snowflakes drifting lightly.

“I have to go back, right?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Can I choose?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, “You said we were at Kings Cross station, didn’t you? I think if you decide not to go back, you can… say… board a train.”

“Where will it take me?”

“Go ahead.” Dumbledore said simply.

There was silence again.

“Voldemort got the old wand.”

“Yes. Voldemort has the old wand.”

“But you want me to go back?”

“I think,” Dumbledore said, “if you choose to go back, he might be dead forever. I can’t guarantee. But I know, Harry, you are not as afraid of coming back here as he is.”

Harry glanced again at the trembling, sobbing red thing in the shadow under the chair in the distance.

“Don’t have mercy on the dead, Harry. Have mercy on the living~www.mtlnovel.com~ The most important thing is to have mercy on those who have no love in life. You can guarantee that fewer souls will be mutilated and fewer family wives will be scattered when you go back. If you think this is a valuable goal, then we will say goodbye for now.”

Harry nodded and sighed. Leaving this place will not be as difficult as walking into the Forbidden Forest, but it is warm, peaceful, and bright, and he knows that he will go back to face the pain and face the fear of losing more loved ones. He stood up, and Dumbledore stood up too, and they stared at each other for a long time.

“Tell me the last point,” Harry said. “Is this the real thing? Or is it something that happened in my head?”

Dumbledore looked at him with a slight smile. Although the bright mist fell again and blurred his figure, his voice reached Harry’s ears so loudly and powerfully.

“Of course it happened in your head, Harry, but why does that mean it’s not true?”

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