Vol 2 Chapter 1216:

Bleeding, Harry held his right hand tightly with his left hand.
He breathed and cursed in a low voice, knocking open the door of his bedroom with his shoulder.
At this time, there was the sound of breaking porcelain... He kicked down a cup of herbal tea placed at the door of the bedroom.
"It sucks!"
Harry looked around, and the platform outside No. 4 Privet Road had long been deserted. This trap may be regarded as an unsuccessful prank by Dudley. Harry raised his bleeding hand, scraped the pieces of the teacup together, and threw them into the filled trash can in the bedroom door.
Harry has four days to be able to use magic without restriction, which is incredibly annoying and irritating—but he has to admit that the wound on his finger will shake him.
He doesn't even know how to deal with the wound now, but now he must think about it...especially for the plans he is about to implement...
This seemed to be a big hole in the magic he was learning, and Harry reminded himself that in the future, he must ask Fanlin and Hermione what to do.
As he thought, he wiped the tea from the floor with a roll of paper towel, then slammed the door behind him and returned to the bedroom.
It took Harry an entire morning to completely empty the box used in school for the first time...It was as troublesome as filling it up six years ago. In the previous semesters, he only needed to take out the most important parts inside, and then sort or update them, while the bottom of the box left some fragments-old quill pens, dried beetle eyes, single Of socks that can no longer fit.
A few minutes ago, Harry felt a tingling pain in the ring finger of his right hand when he reached into these things a few minutes ago. When he took it out, a lot of blood came out of his fingertips. He is now more careful. When Harry knelt next to the box again, groping for the bottom of the box, he found a luminous badge with "Cedric Gory" and "Potter Dung" flashing on both sides, and a cracked looking glass.
Finally he found the thing that stabbed him just now, and he immediately recognized it. It was a fragment of a two-inch magic mirror...
It was given to him by his godfather Sirius, but it was terrible, and now he was broken.
Harry put it aside and carefully touched the rest of the box again, and there was nothing more than the powdered glass stuck to the bottom of the box like shiny gravel.
Harry sat up and examined the irregular mirror fragment that had injured him, but only saw his bright green eyes looking at him. He put the fragment in the daily Prophet that he hadn't read on the bed.
Harry spent another hour completely emptied the box, discarded the useless things, and placed the remaining items in different categories...maybe they will be needed in the future.
Harry finally piled his school uniform and Quidditch uniform, cauldron, parchment, quill, and most of the textbooks in a corner. He didn't know what his uncle and aunt would do with them.
Maybe treat them as evidence of some terrible crime and burn them in the middle of the night. His Muggle clothes, invisibility cloak, potion box, some necessary books, albums given to him by Hagrid, and his wand were all repacked into an old canvas bag. In the front pocket were the map of the live spot and the defensive ring that Fanlin gave him, and now he has used it.
There was still a large pile of newspapers on his desk. Next to him was his owl, Hedwig, the only creature who accompanied Harry every summer on Privet Drive.
Harry got up from the ground, stretched out, and then came to the desk.
Hedwig did not move, he began to scan the newspaper hastily, and then threw it into the trash one by one.
Hedwig slept soundly...or pretending to be sound asleep, she was still angry that Harry restricted her time to fly out of the cage.
However, when Harry turned to the bottom of the pile of newspapers, his speed gradually slowed down, and he began to look for a special issue he sent when he first returned to Privet Road. He remembered that the front page of that issue had a small article about Huo News of Charelle Burbich, Professor of Muggle Studies at Gwarts.
Finally he found it. After opening the tenth edition, he sat in a chair and read the article he had already read again. Remember Albus Dumbledore!
I first saw Dumbledore when I was eleven. That day, we came to Hogwarts for the first time. There is no doubt about what we have in common is that we both feel that we are outsiders.
I contracted dragon rash before coming to school. Although I won't be infected anymore, the marked pitting and green skin on my face made many people reluctant to approach me.
Albus came to Hogwarts with a reputation for being hated by everyone. Nearly a year ago, his father, Percival, was convicted for blatantly using violence to attack three young Muggles.
Albus never denied the crimes committed by his father (who had died in Azkaban). On the contrary, when I summoned the courage to ask him, he categorically told me that he knew his father was guilty.
After that, Dumbledore refused to talk about the sad thing, even though many people tried to force him to speak. Some people even praised his father's behavior and guessed that Albus was also a Muggle-hate person. They were really wrong...
Anyone who knows Albus can attest that he has never shown a tendency to oppose Muggles. In fact, his determination to Muggles allowed him to make many enemies for himself in the following years.
And this incident that lasted for several months caused Albus's reputation to be corrupted by his father.
But at the end of the first school year, he was no longer famous as the son of a Muggle hater, but as the smartest student in school history.
Those of us who are fortunate enough to be his friends have also benefited a lot, not only for his help and encouragement, but also for his consistent generosity and generosity. Later he admitted to me that at that time, he knew that his biggest ambition in his life was teaching.
Not only did he win every award in the school, but he also quickly began correspondence with many of the most famous magicians at that time, including the famous alchemist Nicholas and the famous historian Bathilda Ba. Saudi Arabia, and the magic theorist Adbe Waughlin.
Traces of his later published works can be found in several of his letters~EbookFREE.me~ such as "Today's Metamorphosis", "Interesting Challenge" and "Practicing Potions". Dumbledore's future seemed destined to be brilliant at that time, but there has been a question for a long time, and that is why he did not become Minister of Magic.
Although there have been rumors in this regard in the following years, he never had the ambition to work in the ministry. In our fourth year at Hogwarts, Albus' younger brother, Aberforth, also entered the school. There was no one thing in common between the two. Aberforth didn't like reading at all, and he liked to use duels to resolve disputes instead of sensible debate like Albus did.
However, unlike some people's assumption, the two brothers will turn against each other. These two totally different boys get along very friendly. To be fair, for Aberforth, living under the light of Albus is by no means a very comfortable experience. As Albus's friend, the brilliance that keeps flashing on him is not a very comfortable thing; then as his brother, it is even more unpleasant.
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