Chapter 447: Responsibilities and burdens

Harry finally rushed out of the mouth of a fireplace, his feet stepped on the carpet. He looked around and found himself in the principal's office that had been vacant since Professor Dumbledore left.
Everything around is the same as the day when Dumbledore left: beautiful silverware was placed on the table. Occasionally, some white mist erupted. The portraits of the old school principals and boys are quietly napping on the canvas. Harry looked out of the window, and an elegant grayish green hung on the horizon: dawn was coming slowly.
Is quiet in the office. Only the occasional snoring or sniffing of a portrait in sleep will break the tranquility here. Harry had no way to endure such an environment. He was now very worried about the friends who followed him into the Ministry of Magic, as well as those members of the Phoenix who came to the rescue later. They were completely dispersed in the previous battle, and now Harry can only silently pray that they are all right.
Just as he silently stood by the window sill and looked out of the window, an emerald green flame suddenly burst into the empty fireplace. When Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the flames, the wizards of men and women on the surrounding walls suddenly awakened, and many of them burst into warm cheers.
"Thank you, thank you all." Dumbledore said as he took out his pocket-like Fox from his pocket and gently placed it on a fine gray plate under a gold-plated perch. Where Fox normally stays.
"Oh, Harry," Dumbledore finally walked away from the little phoenix and said to Harry, "There is one thing to be thankful to tell you. Most people yesterday because you entered the Ministry Survival. In an environment of absolute disadvantage, this is a miracle. "
"Most of them?" Harry groaned when he heard the word, and he asked with a trembling voice, "Everyone—how are you doing?"
"Mrs. Pomfrey is treating them," Dumbledore said. "You young people can be better. Nifadora Tonks and Sirius Black may need to spend more time at San Mungo Hospital, but it seems They will also recover quickly, that Sirius was hit by a Death Eater with black magic in one enemy and five, and lost his left hand, but I believe that will not affect his life. "
"You just said that most people survived, so who died?" Harry said this hardly. He felt like he was speaking through his mouth when he spoke. The whole person As if floating in the clouds.
"Ryan and Hermione." Dumbledore's tone dropped. "Although no one saw their death, I went to the house and explored the arch just after I talked to Fudge. I can confirm that both of them crossed the gate."
"That door—" Harry closed his eyes. He remembered what Ryan said when he entered the house: "Cross the curtain, and people will completely disappear from our world. No one can. Come back alive from behind that door.
"They-are they just gone?" Harry said with a trembling tone, and then seemed to answer questions again. "Because of me, they are gone?"
"I know what you are feeling now, Harry." Dumbledore said in a very soft voice. "It is a very uncomfortable thing to let family and friends die because of their own factors. I have encountered this kind of thing many times in my life--"
"No, it's different." Harry sat there, ten fingers deeply inserted into his hair. "You used to be only because of your mistakes or mistakes, and this time I was equivalent to sending my friend to death. I am now thinking that if I did n’t listen to you at the time and did n’t save alone, maybe Ryan would n’t died."
Harry felt his body was weak, he said hoarsely. "Ryan had actually opposed my adventures before, but later I decided to save people. He chose to go with us because he was worried that we would not be able to face some of the Ministry ’s complicated magic, and Hermione was also Followed with the same thoughts. They could not have gone, I-I'm sorry for them. "
"They are really good at understanding magic, and it is not unreasonable to worry." Dumbledore nodded. "I checked the arch, and after synthesizing other people's accounts, I can be sure that the two of them had resisted the explosion of death in front of the door. If they didn't do that, the people on the table at that time basically It is impossible to survive. They saved everyone-except themselves. "
At this point Dumbledore paused: "There is nothing wrong with the two of you, and you alone cannot resist the power of death. I just didn't expect that Ryan went so far in the study of magic But I think they should know what they are facing when they save you, but they still do it. They are brave at this point, more brave than most adult wizards. "
"So, this is my fault--" Harry murmured with his head down, but Dumbledore interrupted his self-satisfaction. "This is not just your problem, but also my mistake."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore in surprise, and then saw Dumbledore's eyes also apologized. "I have been a principal for too long. This long experience made me prefer to look at the problem comprehensively rather than from a person's perspective. After Sirius was kidnapped at that time, I just wanted to find the best solution. Rescue Sirius. At the same time minimize the harm of innocent people. But I did not consider that he is your only loved one now, and ignore your inner feelings. "
"Harry, I have to apologize to you at this point. I also have to apologize to Ryan and Hermione." Dumbledore said word for word, "This is a review of an old man's mistakes, and I realized that The long life gave me not only experience, but also some stubborn wrong ideas. As the world ’s first white wizard, this honor and responsibility sometimes make me ignore the feelings of many people. I realize this is a big mistake Especially wrong, I should not forget how ordinary people feel. "
The sun has risen; the mountains show a dazzling orange light, and the sky above is colorless and bright. The light hit Dumbledore, and fell on his gray eyebrows, beard, and deep wrinkles. Harry also realized at this time that Dumbledore was indeed old, and those heavy burdens might not have enough energy to get everything they wanted.
"Yes, what is the prophecy ball that Voldemort and we are fighting for today?" After a little silence in the office, Harry asked him another question. He wants to know what exactly his friends exchanged for their lives?
"This is a long story, Harry. I want to present it to you in a more intuitive way." After that Dumbledore stood up and walked past Harry, to a black beside the Phoenix perch In front of the cabinet. He bent down. Remove the latch and take out the meditation basin from inside, then raise his wand and point it to the temple ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Pull out a few strands of silvery, spider-web-thin thought fibers stuck to the wand and put them into In the stone basin.
Harry and Dumbledore buried their heads in the meditation basin together, and did not raise their heads until one quarter of an hour. He looked at Dumbledore and asked, "This is what you have been hiding from me? All things are caused by such a prophecy?" As a wizard who grew up in the Muggle world, Harry hadn't been very kind to this prediction. cold. This is especially true after attending Hogwarts' divination classes. In this case, when he learned that all his life was due to this prophecy, he naturally felt a sense of absurdity.
"Yes, even if Voldemort only listened to the first half of the prophecy: the boy's birthday was in July, his parents defeated Voldemort three times. But he still came to the door to try to kill you, but he failed under the protection of your mother. But he It also marked you, marking you as his life's enemy. "Dumbledore said slowly.
"The end of the prophecy-it means-two people can't both live-" Harry's heart seemed to sink. "We must kill one another—"
"Yes, this is the burden that you will shoulder, which is heavier than anyone I have seen. On this road, you will see many sacrifices. Family members, friends, even your own. Unfortunately Yes, Ryan and Hermione are probably just the beginning, and all you can do now is to minimize the occurrence of such tragedies. "
After listening to Professor Dumbledore, Harry stood there in silence for a long, long time—
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