Vol 2 Chapter 672: The prophesied person

"Actually, I prefer to use the door key to the pool of the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore helped his crescent glasses. "The statue of the golden wizard in the pool, you just need to point at him with your magic wand and say'Mentos' , There will be a door key, but now the Ministry of Magic is at a time when power is overlapping, it is not convenient for me to use, after all, they have a lot to do tonight."
"You mean Mr. Owen Harris?" Harry asked, licking his lips, vaguely, he thought 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 fight." Dumbledore led Harry quickly to the principal's office.
Thinking of Allen, who had become a friend during the Muggle period, Harry felt even more sad. What about power? Nothing is more important than living relatives around. It's like a boy or a savior who they all call himself a catastrophe, but he would rather use all of these switches to get his parents and parents by his side.
Dumbledore’s gaze that could see through the heart made Harry a little uncomfortable to look away, "Everyone’s pursuit is different. In some people’s minds, it’s worth sacrificing something for the greater good. Facts. I will make this mistake too."
"Harry!" When Ginny, who was waiting in the principal's room, saw Harry's figure, she ignored her improper magic robe, let its hem drag on the ground, went straight to Harry, and took Harry. Hugging, Ginny's sudden enthusiasm made Harry think of Mrs. Weasley in an instant. He was a little embarrassed, patted Ginny on the back and gently broke free of Ginny's embrace.
Ron glared at his sister, but then laughed and slammed his shoulder into Harry's chest, only to find that his best friend looked a little dazed and did not respond.
Neville and Freig gathered around 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 now go back to your dormitory and change to more decent. For some costumes, I’m not officially reinstated, so don’t worry that I will deduct your college points for violating the curfew."
"But Harry, won't he go with us?" Ron asked directly, eager to know the situation, "and our clothes have not yet been changed back, I only have this one..."
The keen Ginny tugged at her brother's robe, she knew that Dumbledore obviously had something more important to talk about than their clothes.
"I think the Ministry of Magic will take care of this soon, but I need to borrow your Harry a little time to talk to him..." Dumbledore walked to the chair behind the large desk.
Several people glanced at each other, and said goodbye to the principal politely, and walked out of the principal's room in an unsuitable robe, and Freig, who was at the end, closed the door thoughtfully.
"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 and took a polite sip, but he was not thinking about tasting the tea at this time, although the hot tea falling into his abdomen did make his whole body warm, but as he calmed down, After the unfortunate unreality that happened to Allen faded, he began to accept this fact, and his mind was taken over by the things Dumbledore had said about Allen.
Dumbledore just watched Harry Potter calmly and gently.
Harry's voice was bitter when he noticed the headmaster's gaze. "Professor, is Ellen really unable to come back? Is it really possible to survive without falling into that veil? I mean if the mysterious person can come back, is it possible for Allen?"
"Harry, fall into that veil and no one can live out of it. We have to accept the fact that Alan has left us forever. Death is just another great adventure. With his bravery, he will go on." Dumbledore stared directly at Harry, his expression was kind, "None of this is your fault, Harry."
Harry didn't say a word. Alan was so good and strong. He never thought he would leave them so early. What happened to Hermione now, how sad she should be, Harry felt a little bit ashamed to see himself If it hadn’t been for his godfather to ask Alan to go to the Ministry of Magic, maybe Harris’s chances would change, at least if he didn’t fight in front of the veil, maybe Alan would not die.
"This is actually the choice of Alan and the Harris family behind him. Even if it is not for you, even today, the duel between Alan Harris and Voldemort is imperative. I have tried to persuade him not to be so anxious. , As long as he can slow down a little more, his achievements may surpass every wizard you know." Dumbledore continued to enlighten Harry, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful, "Harry, you have Such feelings are normal, and this is part of human nature."
"Hey! Dumbledore? Obviously a wizard with such talent and strength can't listen to you. In fact, I don't think even most ordinary wizards can listen to you unless something happens. "The portrait Phineas Nigelus Black in the principal's office finally couldn't help but stop pretending to be asleep, and he said slyly, "But that light blond boy is the second bad boy! It's okay to die! ! Otherwise, in my opinion, you have to cultivate a dark monster again..."
"Enough, Phineas." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop the portrait, and Phineas, who was apparently stunned by Allen with a Stunning Curse because he didn't say a word, was still a little unconvinced, but he just held back. He closed his mouth but did not continue to speak.
"Harry, you are a real Gryffindor. When you believe that others are in danger, you will not hide at home with peace of mind. But it is not your fault. If I had talked with you frankly before, Then you would have known that Voldemort would try to lead you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never be deceived there last night. Of course, the Harris family may have planned this a long time ago, and the fault is not on you alone. It was caused by everyone." Dumbledore pressed his finger to his head, looking a little tired, "Harry, I also owe you an explanation. As the principal, I am also responsible for Alan's affairs, because I now realize that, just as he reminded me before, the things I did and didn’t do about you all have the shortcomings of older people. Young people do not know that they are getting older. I don’t know how the people think and how they feel, but if an elderly person forgets what it was like when he was young, he would be very wrong...It seems I can’t remember recently..."
The tea in Harry's hand was cold, but he didn't realize it. He stared at Dumbledore almost holding his breath, but he could hardly understand what the other person was saying.
Dumbledore put down his hands and looked at Harry from his half-moon glasses. "It's time. I should tell you what I should have told you five years ago. Please sit down and I will tell. All your things. I just ask you to be patient. Then you can get angry with me...you can do whatever you want...after I finish, I won't stop you."
The sun was rising, and the mountains showed a dazzling orange edge. The sky was bright white. The bright light shone on Dumbledore, on his silver eyebrows and beard, and on his face deeply. On wrinkles.
The headmaster of Hogwarts stared at the sun-drenched ground outside the window, and after a while his eyes returned to Harry. He said: "Harry, five years ago, as I planned and hoped, you came to Hogwarts safe and sound. Oh...not totally safe, you suffered. When I left you with your uncle, At the door of my aunt’s house, I knew you would suffer. I knew that you would be destined to go through a dark and hard decade. I knew that Voldemort’s magic knowledge might be more extensive than any living wizard now. Me too. I know that once he recovers all his magic power, I am afraid that even if I use the most complex and powerful spell, I may not be able to beat him."
Harry stared at Dumbledore intently, but did not speak.
Dumbledore unconsciously moved his gaze away from Harry's green eyes: "But I also understand the weakness of Voldemort. So I decided that you should use ancient magic to protect you. He understands this magic. , I despise this kind of magic, and he has always underestimated this kind of magic... and because of this, he paid the price for it. Of course I mean your mother gave up her life to save you. She gave you a meaning Unexpected and lasting protection, this protection is still flowing in your blood to this day. Therefore, I trust your mother's blood. I hand you over to her sister, her only surviving relative."
"She doesn't like me." Harry said immediately. "She didn't give me anything..."
"But she took you in," Dumbledore interrupted him. "She may have taken you reluctantly, unhappy, reluctantly, and complaining, but she accepted you after all, and in the process, she still kept I gave you the spell. Your mother’s sacrifice made the blood bond the most powerful protective screen I can give you. As long as you can call the place where your mother’s blood exists as home, where you are Will not be disturbed or hurt by Voldemort. Voldemort caused her blood to flow out, but the blood still exists in you and her sister. Her blood becomes your refuge. As long as you still call it home, You need to go back once a year. At the same time as long as you are there, Voldemort cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I left the letter at the door of her house and stated in the letter what I did to you Everything, she knows that keeping you at home can ensure that you are safe and sound for the past fifteen years."
Seeing Harry getting up, Dumbledore raised his hand again and interrupted Harry: "Harry, everything is not accidental. It has a reason. Voldemort wanted to kill you when you were a baby because A prediction shortly before your birth."
Harry was asking about his aunt and mother, but Dumbledore suddenly spoke of a prediction, which made him a little puzzled, although he had vaguely learned from some previous things that there was a prediction related to him , And even the shelves full of prophecy in the Department of Mystery where he was introduced tonight, apparently Voldemort did it in order to get a prophecy related to him.
"Actually, I can tell you this prophecy without getting the prophecy ball. I heard that prophecy with my own ears." Dumbledore sighed, took out his meditation basin, and then drew a strand from his temple. Silver thoughts, as thin as spider silk, put these thoughts glued to the wand into the basin. Professor Sybil Trelawney emerged from the basin, her appearance in class is completely different, her voice is low and hoarse: "The person who is capable of defeating the Dark Lord is approaching... His family was born at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him as his strong enemy, but he will have power that the Dark Lord doesn't know... One of them must die on the other hand, because two Individuals cannot all live, only one survives... the one who can defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."
"There were two people who met at the time, one was you and the other was Neville Longbottom. He finally personally marked you as a rival and left you with this scar." Dumbledore said, pointing to the scar on Harry's forehead. .
"Why did he do this?" Harry said, feeling cold and stiff. "Why did he choose me? Why did he kill me when I was young? He should wait for me and Neville to grow up. See who is more dangerous, and then try to kill that person—"
"Yeah, that's probably more feasible," Dumbledore said, "but Voldemort's understanding of that prophecy is incomplete. As soon as the prophecy was halfway through, Severus was discovered and then he was thrown out. Outside."
"Snape? Did he tell Voldemort?" A violence piled up in Harry's heart.
"Professor Snape, Harry, he didn't know that the man was referring to you. After knowing that, for the rest of his life, he never felt at ease." Dumbledore said, "He only heard the beginning, It is predicted that a boy will be born at the end of July. His parents have resisted Voldemort three times. Therefore, he cannot remind his master that attacking you will transmit power to you and mark you as his strong enemy. So Voldemort is not at all. Knowing that it would be dangerous to attack you, Harry, you are the savior, the only one who has hope of defeating Voldemort."
Dumbledore asked Harry softly: "I think Professor Snape has already told you about the connection between you and Voldemort by this scar, and you should know why I asked your godfather at the beginning of your summer vacation. I don’t have much contact with your friends-although I changed my mind later."
Harry raised his eyes and saw Dumbledore’s sad and tired face at this time. Harry murmured, "Yes, they have revealed some information to me more or less, but I just can’t learn it well. Occlumency... Allen once told me that I shouldn't blindly be overly obsessed with a prediction that predicts the future. He said that prediction and divination can only be used as a reference."
"As Allen told you, Harry, the prophecy will not always come true, or it will come true in a way that we completely unexpected or even not aware of-although if you just use it to find something that already exists It’s very convenient to talk about things. But Harry, Allen have different opinions on some of my practices and attitude towards this prediction. What he misunderstood about me is that I actually don’t really believe in divination and Prophecy, I even considered canceling this course at Hogwarts until I met Professor Sybil Trelawney to make this prediction.
Dumbledore’s voice was originally quite low~www.mtlnovel. com~ But after speaking of the prophecy, his expression showed a touch of ease. "I was actually very worried that Alan would let this prophecy chosen by Voldemort himself be an accident, but today he fell into the veil, which made me feel very Regret and self-blame, but it also made me more convinced that you are the one who defeated Voldemort in the prophecy."
Under the guidance of Dumbledore, Harry thought of the end of the prophecy and blurted out: "The end of the prophecy... seems to be about... two people can't both be alive..."
"...Only one survives, and you have the ability to defeat the Dark Lord. After he marks you as a strong enemy, you are the only one who can defeat him in the end. Not me, not Alan, but you, Harry? Potter." Dumbledore let himself look at Harry's green eyes again, and then he became a little hesitant: "I think I owe you another explanation, Harry, you may have wondered why I didn't treat you Elected as the prefect? ​​I have to admit...I think...you already have too many responsibilities to bear."
Harry glanced up at him, and noticed that a tear ran down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.
Although I don’t know what power he has, the trust and admiration for Dumbledore has given him courage. He said to Dumbledore in a firm tone: "I and Voldemort will live to the end. It's me! I will avenge Alan!"
"If Alan is not so anxious..." Before the words were finished, Dumbledore and Harry suddenly looked out the window. A silver-white hare patron saint jumped in directly from the window, Tonks A cheerful voice came from its mouth, and the loud voice was inconsistent with its small figure: "I saw Alan Harris is back, he is still alive!"