Chapter 657: strength and memory
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"Happy birthday, Ron." The next day, Harry got up yawning, closed his mouth halfway through, and sensed the mandrake blade in his mouth warily with his tongue.
He looked around the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had gone out, and Neville was not there. He was feeling strange, but then he thought that Neville was going to Professor McGonagall's office this morning to receive the guidance of Animagus.
"Happy together," said Ron dazedly at this point, stepping on a small pile of packages as he put his foot on the ground. . He woke up instantly,
"Gifts!" Ron roared, and started unpacking the gifts without even changing his pajamas.
Harry threw a colorfully wrapped box onto his bed, "Your present." Then started changing.
He took off his pajamas and put on a robe in just two minutes. After finishing all this, he glanced at his watch and was relieved. Fortunately, it was time.
"Where are you going - hey, thanks, Harry, that's a great present," said Ron, waving the Quidditch goalie dragonskin gloves Harry had given him, as he sat on the ground with a pile of wrapping paper scattered around him , said beamingly: "This year has been a bumper harvest. All the gifts I have received have reached a new level. I really hope to be an adult again next year - where are you going?"
He asked again, this time finally looking away from the heavy gold watch.
"I have an appointment with Professor Bagshot," Harry muttered.
"Oh, what a disappointment, I still want to go to Hogsmeade with you," said Ron. "If Fred and George had any conscience, they would consider giving his brother a discount on his coming-of-age day..." He added again. After counting the gifts, he said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe I thought too much, and they didn't even send gifts."
"Maybe they're going to hand it to you," Harry reminded.
Ron thought for a moment, then cheered up again, "You're right... But, it's best not to get your hopes up, they've been pretty busy lately, I guess they just kept a big box of **** at the Hogsmeade branch."
Harry and Ron parted at the castle gate, "I'll bring you candy from the Honeydukes." Ron said, walking towards Filch, Harry walked down the stone steps, all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Grindelwald was already waiting there.
They were walking slowly on the grass, the soft sunlight shone on the treetops, the air was mixed with a damp vapor and the smell of fresh grass, and Harry saw the slaughtering willow in the distance, it looked harmless to humans and animals , swaying gently in the breeze.
"Harry," said Grindelwald, "you've learned a few spells, but I find you're nowhere near the real power."
"I'm sorry," Harry said uneasily, "I'm not very skilled yet"
"That's not the reason." Grindelwald whispered: "Although I teach the theory and model of spells in class, it is to take care of the progress of ordinary people, to take care of... those mediocre students."
Harry looked at him in surprise.
"People are different. Most of the people you see - if there are no accidents, they will just be mediocre all their lives. Their greatest use is to continue the magic."
Grindelwald walked slowly, and Harry followed, and said, "Sir, I don't agree with that." Grindelwald glanced at him. "Then tell me what you think."
"Er-one," Harry said, "Isn't it okay to be mediocre and peaceful, I like that kind of life, and I think it's too, too..."
"Utility?" Grindelwald asked with interest.
"A bit." Harry said honestly, he felt that Professor Bagshot must have been influenced by the dark wizard Grindelwald's thoughts, and he had seen similar descriptions in the travel notes he found in the library.
"I don't think it's necessary to divide people. Like my friends Ron's family, Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic, and he's recently working on the new Muggle Protection Act, and I think it's a matter of time. Makes sense, but has little to do with magic, does it? And Mrs Weasley, she's a housewife and a nice person who takes care of the whole family..."
"Their eldest son, Bill, used to be a spell-breaker at Gringotts, but he applied for a job in an office because of the war. I think with his character, he must want to change to a cooler career, oh, not now. His girlfriend is there too; second son Charlie raises dragons in Romania and third son Percy works at the Ministry of Magic like Mr Weasley, but I guess his job is to write reports all day...
"Probably the only ones who went on to study magic after graduation were Fred and George, who opened a magic trick shop and worked on all kinds of prank props all day long; Ron dreamed of being an Auror, Ginny was too young, but I Think she has the potential to be a professional Quidditch player..."
Harry snapped his fingers and listed the Weasleys one by one.
"If you think about it, most of them will be divided into the useless group, but I think they don't care about this evaluation at all, they just need to live their lives."
Harry said in one breath, took a few breaths, Professor Bagshot didn't speak for a long time, which made Harry wonder if his tone was too stiff and fierce, he didn't dare to look into the professor's eyes, and lowered his head to stare at a man on the ground. Plants of grass.
"It makes me envious of their family, Harry," Grindelwald said, and then he changed his words, "I just have a question, when that Lord Voldemort was raging, your dear Weasleys were safe too. Do you live your own life without worry?"
"Think about it, without Dumbledore and without Felix Hepper? Oh, if I remember correctly, the Weasleys are pure blood, and if they showed their obedience to Voldemort, should be able to live well..."
"They won't accept Voldemort's evil rule!" Harry retorted loudly.
"Then they're dead," Grindelwald said lightly. "It's as fragile as this grass." He walked up to Harry and crushed the plant Harry was staring at under his feet. Harry's heart surged. There was a burst of anger, but he suddenly thought of something...
It was the scene where he practiced the Patronus Charm in Professor Heap's office. In order to stimulate the will to fight, he entered the illusion arranged by the professor,
In the vision, he saw a lot of terrible things, everyone fell, Voldemort was victorious, and it was at that time that he inspired an incomparably powerful Patronus.
"If you don't want your fate to be at the mercy of others, you must have a strong strength, like Haipu. There are not many people in this world who can threaten him. If he is cold enough, he will not even have the last weakness." Grindelwald's eyes flashed strangely, "I'm curious."
"But the war is over, and Voldemort is locked up."
Harry quickly stopped the conversation, not allowing himself to tell Voldemort's secret in classroom seven. However, Professor Bagshot didn't seem to pay attention to his slip of the tongue, and continued in a flat tone: "There will always be conflicts, can you guarantee that there will not be a terrible dark wizard among your classmates? Also, don't underestimate the goodness of Muggles. War, open their history, you will find that it is a war history.”
"There will be no war," said Harry eagerly, taking out what Sirius had told him earlier. "The Ministry of Magic has found a way, and the Minister of Magic has been in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister for as long as a minute."
"What about the influence of the people?"
"Anyone and both parties can, what, what?" Harry asked in a daze.
"You ignore the influence of the people on the Muggle government. I understand the people of those politicians. They may deceive, incite, induce the public, but they will never put themselves on their opposite. If there are a considerable number of Muggles Opposing wizards, there is absolutely no shortage of despicable politicians who have no position to speak for them. Even under the design of a conscientious person, only a small spark is needed...Peng, your so-called peace instantly vanishes." Grindelwald said coldly. The statement states: "This kind of thing is too easy and must happen.\"
Harry was stunned. They had discussed Muggles and wizards before, but never so bluntly, even bloody. He swallowed, only to find that he seemed to have lost his vocal organs.
"Wizards are the real peace-loving group. For thousands of years, we don't need a strict order to keep ourselves safe. We have mastered powerful abilities but don't abuse them. On the other hand, Muggles, their civilization was born in war, but it's absurd. The thing is... the wizards backed off when they should have established order, because there are always stupid Muggles who will hurt our children when we are not looking... which makes Muggles think they are the masters of the land. Wizards have become outliers."
"Professor Hepp is..." Harry said hoarsely.
"Do you think he can make it?" Grindelwald gave him a calm warning, and Harry was terrified. He was afraid that the professor would say something terrible, but Professor Bagshot just said lightly: "Maybe, so you plan to Putting hope in someone else, shutting the door and pretending it's all right? Sounds good, that's what I remember the potions professor doing." He was referring to Slughorn.
Harry's face was hot, a little embarrassed, but more mixed with fear.
Because he knew that even Professor Hepp was not sure, so in theory what Professor Bagshot said could happen. At this moment, he thought of the Dursleys and Uncle Fenon. If the wizard was really exposed to the world Seriously, will he allow wizards to show up in his life aboveboard?
Harry didn't need any hesitation to know the answer at all, thinking about Uncle Fenon's attitude towards homeless people on the street, his attitude towards himself... He would definitely blow up the government hotline.
How many people like him are there? If they get together, there will be protests, and then will things be as Professor Bagshot expected, some government officials will take the lead in compromising, and the situation will go into the unknown... Harry recalls the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Melon parade, those cold eyes seemed to fall on him again across time.
Harry's expression was heavy, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he followed the professor vaguely. No matter how he tried to break his head, he couldn't think of a good solution. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Professor Bagshot stopped and said, "We're here."
Harry looked around blankly. They were standing deep in the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by tall trees, but it was only March, and the foliage was not yet lush, and he could see the sky above his head through the sparse leaves.
"Remember the magic I taught you, try it out." Grindelwald said calmly, as if those conversations had never happened before.
Harry waved his wand wildly, and the spell struck an arbor, and the huge trunk shook. Even he himself doesn't feel like it,
"Oh, sorry, try again." Trying to calm himself, he waved his wand a second time, a powerful spell that snapped the thick tree trunk in two.
Harry looked at Professor Bagshot with some satisfaction. The professor's previous words still worked, and Harry still hadn't come up with a surefire way, but he felt that if things really went in the worst direction, he would definitely not stand by and hide.
What's more, Harry thought that he was likely to be an Auror at that time, with his relatives and everything he valued standing behind him, and he could not retreat.
"Not enough," said Grindelwald, dissatisfied, "you can do better."
"I've tried my best," said Harry.
"Do you think I'm playing home with you?" Grindelwald reprimanded: "Why don't I go to that little Muggle-born girl, she's doing much better in class than you."
"I wonder about that too," Harry said stiffly.
"If you don't have the potential, I won't waste my time at all. There are not many who can surpass you in the whole school, and even the professors. Your biggest problem is that you never think about how much you can achieve! Magic is not rigid. Thing, you're restraining your power."
"I do not--"
"Then show your real strength, or go back and pray that bad luck won't befall you, and pray like a coward that you can be swept away by the big man—"
The forest suddenly exploded. The huge impact smashed hundreds of giant trees into pieces, like a big explosion. The space within a radius of two or three hundred feet was razed to the ground, and the trees farther staggered, as if they had experienced a violent typhoon.
Broken wood and branches fell, and Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe he had done it.
"Look, Harry! Look!" cried Grindelwald, his eyes darting across the vast ruins in front of him, "that's what you're really capable of.\"
In the evening, Harry appeared in the principal's office.
"Harry, you're here," Dumbledore said softly, as usual, and Harry noticed the Pensieve on the table, the silvery substance swirling fast in it, and he guessed that the Headmaster might have just used it.
Dumbledore pressed his wand to his forehead, pulled out the new memory, put it in the Pensieve, and tried to grab Harry's hand.
"We have to move faster, there's a lot to do today."
Harry ducked. He looked down from Dumbledore and stared at the Pensieve.
"But, sir, I don't know the point of doing this. I know the soul fragments in my head are tricky to deal with, but I can't figure out what's the use of just looking at what's happened if you can't even do magic? "
A moment of silence.
"Ah, Harry," said Dumbledore in a slightly distressed tone. "Looks like I'll have to reveal something so that what we're doing is more valuable to you... In short, I I hope you have the ability to discern right from wrong and the courage to make the right choice at a critical moment.”
Harry sat there staring, feeling insulted, what was his image in Dumbledore's mind?
"Don't get me wrong, Harry," said Dumbledore. "You're one of the closest people I've ever met to a saintly quality, even unique. Since I've had a long life and seen so many students, so This assessment is actually quite convincing.”
Harry was a little fidgety and his face was hot. He didn't expect to hear such a straightforward and warm compliment from Dumbledore's mouth, especially since he had just lost his temper, and he wanted to soften his expression.
"Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have flaws and troubles, it's a good thing in my opinion, it means you're still a normal person, and you haven't become arrogant because of your fame or your ability to surpass your peers. Therefore, I have higher requirements for you, and I will not treat you as an ordinary student. For example 1"
Dumbledore raised a finger.
"Did you have any fear of your own abilities, even a little, when you were studying magic with Professor Bagshot?"
Harry was a little lost, thinking that in the morning, under the guidance of Professor Bagshot, he had easily destroyed a small piece of the Forbidden Forest. He did feel incredible and a little terrified, and even once wondered if he was possessed by Voldemort.
"I-you know, sir?"
"Yes~www.novelhall.com~I know," said Dumbledore calmly.
"That's your own ability," he seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said, "Professor Bagshot must have comforted you, although I don't know what reason he used, but his ideas may not be suitable for you. you."
"Not necessarily for me?" Harry murmured.
"Only you can find the answer to your question, Harry," said Dumbledore solemnly. "I can't help you at this point, except to borrow Alastor's mantra: Be vigilant, Harry. Mindless. Force can easily turn into violence."
Harry had a flash of light.
"So you're showing me those memories because you want me to harness my power?"
"We can put this issue in the discussion later. In fact, I would like you to pay more attention to the choices of different people in your memory, especially the situation they faced at the time. It would be better if you can generate some useful thinking." Dumbledore said: "The reason I use my memory
- Forgive my arrogance, because I have seen too many joys and sorrows of men and women. "
Seeing Harry pondered, Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Then let's get into today's lesson one by one."
He stood up and bowed slightly, as if preparing to go to a splendid banquet.
"I will be honored to share with you my experiences as a student, you will find them slightly trivial because there is more than one person involved, some of whom are still in touch with me to this day, maybe you have heard a name or two !"
"Let's start the adventure!"
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"Happy birthday, Ron." The next day, Harry got up yawning, closed his mouth halfway through, and sensed the mandrake blade in his mouth warily with his tongue.
He looked around the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had gone out, and Neville was not there. He was feeling strange, but then he thought that Neville was going to Professor McGonagall's office this morning to receive the guidance of Animagus.
"Happy together," said Ron dazedly at this point, stepping on a small pile of packages as he put his foot on the ground. . He woke up instantly,
"Gifts!" Ron roared, and started unpacking the gifts without even changing his pajamas.
Harry threw a colorfully wrapped box onto his bed, "Your present." Then started changing.
He took off his pajamas and put on a robe in just two minutes. After finishing all this, he glanced at his watch and was relieved. Fortunately, it was time.
"Where are you going - hey, thanks, Harry, that's a great present," said Ron, waving the Quidditch goalie dragonskin gloves Harry had given him, as he sat on the ground with a pile of wrapping paper scattered around him , said beamingly: "This year has been a bumper harvest. All the gifts I have received have reached a new level. I really hope to be an adult again next year - where are you going?"
He asked again, this time finally looking away from the heavy gold watch.
"I have an appointment with Professor Bagshot," Harry muttered.
"Oh, what a disappointment, I still want to go to Hogsmeade with you," said Ron. "If Fred and George had any conscience, they would consider giving his brother a discount on his coming-of-age day..." He added again. After counting the gifts, he said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe I thought too much, and they didn't even send gifts."
"Maybe they're going to hand it to you," Harry reminded.
Ron thought for a moment, then cheered up again, "You're right... But, it's best not to get your hopes up, they've been pretty busy lately, I guess they just kept a big box of **** at the Hogsmeade branch."
Harry and Ron parted at the castle gate, "I'll bring you candy from the Honeydukes." Ron said, walking towards Filch, Harry walked down the stone steps, all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Grindelwald was already waiting there.
They were walking slowly on the grass, the soft sunlight shone on the treetops, the air was mixed with a damp vapor and the smell of fresh grass, and Harry saw the slaughtering willow in the distance, it looked harmless to humans and animals , swaying gently in the breeze.
"Harry," said Grindelwald, "you've learned a few spells, but I find you're nowhere near the real power."
"I'm sorry," Harry said uneasily, "I'm not very skilled yet"
"That's not the reason." Grindelwald whispered: "Although I teach the theory and model of spells in class, it is to take care of the progress of ordinary people, to take care of... those mediocre students."
Harry looked at him in surprise.
"People are different. Most of the people you see - if there are no accidents, they will just be mediocre all their lives. Their greatest use is to continue the magic."
Grindelwald walked slowly, and Harry followed, and said, "Sir, I don't agree with that." Grindelwald glanced at him. "Then tell me what you think."
"Er-one," Harry said, "Isn't it okay to be mediocre and peaceful, I like that kind of life, and I think it's too, too..."
"Utility?" Grindelwald asked with interest.
"A bit." Harry said honestly, he felt that Professor Bagshot must have been influenced by the dark wizard Grindelwald's thoughts, and he had seen similar descriptions in the travel notes he found in the library.
"I don't think it's necessary to divide people. Like my friends Ron's family, Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic, and he's recently working on the new Muggle Protection Act, and I think it's a matter of time. Makes sense, but has little to do with magic, does it? And Mrs Weasley, she's a housewife and a nice person who takes care of the whole family..."
"Their eldest son, Bill, used to be a spell-breaker at Gringotts, but he applied for a job in an office because of the war. I think with his character, he must want to change to a cooler career, oh, not now. His girlfriend is there too; second son Charlie raises dragons in Romania and third son Percy works at the Ministry of Magic like Mr Weasley, but I guess his job is to write reports all day...
"Probably the only ones who went on to study magic after graduation were Fred and George, who opened a magic trick shop and worked on all kinds of prank props all day long; Ron dreamed of being an Auror, Ginny was too young, but I Think she has the potential to be a professional Quidditch player..."
Harry snapped his fingers and listed the Weasleys one by one.
"If you think about it, most of them will be divided into the useless group, but I think they don't care about this evaluation at all, they just need to live their lives."
Harry said in one breath, took a few breaths, Professor Bagshot didn't speak for a long time, which made Harry wonder if his tone was too stiff and fierce, he didn't dare to look into the professor's eyes, and lowered his head to stare at a man on the ground. Plants of grass.
"It makes me envious of their family, Harry," Grindelwald said, and then he changed his words, "I just have a question, when that Lord Voldemort was raging, your dear Weasleys were safe too. Do you live your own life without worry?"
"Think about it, without Dumbledore and without Felix Hepper? Oh, if I remember correctly, the Weasleys are pure blood, and if they showed their obedience to Voldemort, should be able to live well..."
"They won't accept Voldemort's evil rule!" Harry retorted loudly.
"Then they're dead," Grindelwald said lightly. "It's as fragile as this grass." He walked up to Harry and crushed the plant Harry was staring at under his feet. Harry's heart surged. There was a burst of anger, but he suddenly thought of something...
It was the scene where he practiced the Patronus Charm in Professor Heap's office. In order to stimulate the will to fight, he entered the illusion arranged by the professor,
In the vision, he saw a lot of terrible things, everyone fell, Voldemort was victorious, and it was at that time that he inspired an incomparably powerful Patronus.
"If you don't want your fate to be at the mercy of others, you must have a strong strength, like Haipu. There are not many people in this world who can threaten him. If he is cold enough, he will not even have the last weakness." Grindelwald's eyes flashed strangely, "I'm curious."
"But the war is over, and Voldemort is locked up."
Harry quickly stopped the conversation, not allowing himself to tell Voldemort's secret in classroom seven. However, Professor Bagshot didn't seem to pay attention to his slip of the tongue, and continued in a flat tone: "There will always be conflicts, can you guarantee that there will not be a terrible dark wizard among your classmates? Also, don't underestimate the goodness of Muggles. War, open their history, you will find that it is a war history.”
"There will be no war," said Harry eagerly, taking out what Sirius had told him earlier. "The Ministry of Magic has found a way, and the Minister of Magic has been in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister for as long as a minute."
"What about the influence of the people?"
"Anyone and both parties can, what, what?" Harry asked in a daze.
"You ignore the influence of the people on the Muggle government. I understand the people of those politicians. They may deceive, incite, induce the public, but they will never put themselves on their opposite. If there are a considerable number of Muggles Opposing wizards, there is absolutely no shortage of despicable politicians who have no position to speak for them. Even under the design of a conscientious person, only a small spark is needed...Peng, your so-called peace instantly vanishes." Grindelwald said coldly. The statement states: "This kind of thing is too easy and must happen.\"
Harry was stunned. They had discussed Muggles and wizards before, but never so bluntly, even bloody. He swallowed, only to find that he seemed to have lost his vocal organs.
"Wizards are the real peace-loving group. For thousands of years, we don't need a strict order to keep ourselves safe. We have mastered powerful abilities but don't abuse them. On the other hand, Muggles, their civilization was born in war, but it's absurd. The thing is... the wizards backed off when they should have established order, because there are always stupid Muggles who will hurt our children when we are not looking... which makes Muggles think they are the masters of the land. Wizards have become outliers."
"Professor Hepp is..." Harry said hoarsely.
"Do you think he can make it?" Grindelwald gave him a calm warning, and Harry was terrified. He was afraid that the professor would say something terrible, but Professor Bagshot just said lightly: "Maybe, so you plan to Putting hope in someone else, shutting the door and pretending it's all right? Sounds good, that's what I remember the potions professor doing." He was referring to Slughorn.
Harry's face was hot, a little embarrassed, but more mixed with fear.
Because he knew that even Professor Hepp was not sure, so in theory what Professor Bagshot said could happen. At this moment, he thought of the Dursleys and Uncle Fenon. If the wizard was really exposed to the world Seriously, will he allow wizards to show up in his life aboveboard?
Harry didn't need any hesitation to know the answer at all, thinking about Uncle Fenon's attitude towards homeless people on the street, his attitude towards himself... He would definitely blow up the government hotline.
How many people like him are there? If they get together, there will be protests, and then will things be as Professor Bagshot expected, some government officials will take the lead in compromising, and the situation will go into the unknown... Harry recalls the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Melon parade, those cold eyes seemed to fall on him again across time.
Harry's expression was heavy, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he followed the professor vaguely. No matter how he tried to break his head, he couldn't think of a good solution. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Professor Bagshot stopped and said, "We're here."
Harry looked around blankly. They were standing deep in the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by tall trees, but it was only March, and the foliage was not yet lush, and he could see the sky above his head through the sparse leaves.
"Remember the magic I taught you, try it out." Grindelwald said calmly, as if those conversations had never happened before.
Harry waved his wand wildly, and the spell struck an arbor, and the huge trunk shook. Even he himself doesn't feel like it,
"Oh, sorry, try again." Trying to calm himself, he waved his wand a second time, a powerful spell that snapped the thick tree trunk in two.
Harry looked at Professor Bagshot with some satisfaction. The professor's previous words still worked, and Harry still hadn't come up with a surefire way, but he felt that if things really went in the worst direction, he would definitely not stand by and hide.
What's more, Harry thought that he was likely to be an Auror at that time, with his relatives and everything he valued standing behind him, and he could not retreat.
"Not enough," said Grindelwald, dissatisfied, "you can do better."
"I've tried my best," said Harry.
"Do you think I'm playing home with you?" Grindelwald reprimanded: "Why don't I go to that little Muggle-born girl, she's doing much better in class than you."
"I wonder about that too," Harry said stiffly.
"If you don't have the potential, I won't waste my time at all. There are not many who can surpass you in the whole school, and even the professors. Your biggest problem is that you never think about how much you can achieve! Magic is not rigid. Thing, you're restraining your power."
"I do not--"
"Then show your real strength, or go back and pray that bad luck won't befall you, and pray like a coward that you can be swept away by the big man—"
The forest suddenly exploded. The huge impact smashed hundreds of giant trees into pieces, like a big explosion. The space within a radius of two or three hundred feet was razed to the ground, and the trees farther staggered, as if they had experienced a violent typhoon.
Broken wood and branches fell, and Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe he had done it.
"Look, Harry! Look!" cried Grindelwald, his eyes darting across the vast ruins in front of him, "that's what you're really capable of.\"
In the evening, Harry appeared in the principal's office.
"Harry, you're here," Dumbledore said softly, as usual, and Harry noticed the Pensieve on the table, the silvery substance swirling fast in it, and he guessed that the Headmaster might have just used it.
Dumbledore pressed his wand to his forehead, pulled out the new memory, put it in the Pensieve, and tried to grab Harry's hand.
"We have to move faster, there's a lot to do today."
Harry ducked. He looked down from Dumbledore and stared at the Pensieve.
"But, sir, I don't know the point of doing this. I know the soul fragments in my head are tricky to deal with, but I can't figure out what's the use of just looking at what's happened if you can't even do magic? "
A moment of silence.
"Ah, Harry," said Dumbledore in a slightly distressed tone. "Looks like I'll have to reveal something so that what we're doing is more valuable to you... In short, I I hope you have the ability to discern right from wrong and the courage to make the right choice at a critical moment.”
Harry sat there staring, feeling insulted, what was his image in Dumbledore's mind?
"Don't get me wrong, Harry," said Dumbledore. "You're one of the closest people I've ever met to a saintly quality, even unique. Since I've had a long life and seen so many students, so This assessment is actually quite convincing.”
Harry was a little fidgety and his face was hot. He didn't expect to hear such a straightforward and warm compliment from Dumbledore's mouth, especially since he had just lost his temper, and he wanted to soften his expression.
"Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have flaws and troubles, it's a good thing in my opinion, it means you're still a normal person, and you haven't become arrogant because of your fame or your ability to surpass your peers. Therefore, I have higher requirements for you, and I will not treat you as an ordinary student. For example 1"
Dumbledore raised a finger.
"Did you have any fear of your own abilities, even a little, when you were studying magic with Professor Bagshot?"
Harry was a little lost, thinking that in the morning, under the guidance of Professor Bagshot, he had easily destroyed a small piece of the Forbidden Forest. He did feel incredible and a little terrified, and even once wondered if he was possessed by Voldemort.
"I-you know, sir?"
"Yes~www.novelhall.com~I know," said Dumbledore calmly.
"That's your own ability," he seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said, "Professor Bagshot must have comforted you, although I don't know what reason he used, but his ideas may not be suitable for you. you."
"Not necessarily for me?" Harry murmured.
"Only you can find the answer to your question, Harry," said Dumbledore solemnly. "I can't help you at this point, except to borrow Alastor's mantra: Be vigilant, Harry. Mindless. Force can easily turn into violence."
Harry had a flash of light.
"So you're showing me those memories because you want me to harness my power?"
"We can put this issue in the discussion later. In fact, I would like you to pay more attention to the choices of different people in your memory, especially the situation they faced at the time. It would be better if you can generate some useful thinking." Dumbledore said: "The reason I use my memory
- Forgive my arrogance, because I have seen too many joys and sorrows of men and women. "
Seeing Harry pondered, Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Then let's get into today's lesson one by one."
He stood up and bowed slightly, as if preparing to go to a splendid banquet.
"I will be honored to share with you my experiences as a student, you will find them slightly trivial because there is more than one person involved, some of whom are still in touch with me to this day, maybe you have heard a name or two !"
"Let's start the adventure!"
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"Happy birthday, Ron." The next day, Harry got up yawning, closed his mouth halfway through, and sensed the mandrake blade in his mouth warily with his tongue.He looked around the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had gone out, and Neville was not there. He was feeling strange, but then he thought that Neville was going to Professor McGonagall's office this morning to receive the guidance of Animagus."Happy together," said Ron dazedly at this point, stepping on a small pile of packages as he put his foot on the ground. . He woke up instantly,"Gifts!" Ron roared, and started unpacking the gifts without even changing his pajamas.Harry threw a colorfully wrapped box onto his bed, "Your present." Then started changing.He took off his pajamas and put on a robe in just two minutes. After finishing all this, he glanced at his watch and was relieved. Fortunately, it was time."Where are you going - hey, thanks, Harry, that's a great present," said Ron, waving the Quidditch goalie dragonskin gloves Harry had given him, as he sat on the ground with a pile of wrapping paper scattered around him , said beamingly: "This year has been a bumper harvest. All the gifts I have received have reached a new level. I really hope to be an adult again next year - where are you going?"He asked again, this time finally looking away from the heavy gold watch."I have an appointment with Professor Bagshot," Harry muttered."Oh, what a disappointment, I still want to go to Hogsmeade with you," said Ron. "If Fred and George had any conscience, they would consider giving his brother a discount on his coming-of-age day..." He added again. After counting the gifts, he said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe I thought too much, and they didn't even send gifts.""Maybe they're going to hand it to you," Harry reminded.Ron thought for a moment, then cheered up again, "You're right... But, it's best not to get your hopes up, they've been pretty busy lately, I guess they just kept a big box of **** at the Hogsmeade branch."Harry and Ron parted at the castle gate, "I'll bring you candy from the Honeydukes." Ron said, walking towards Filch, Harry walked down the stone steps, all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.Grindelwald was already waiting there.They were walking slowly on the grass, the soft sunlight shone on the treetops, the air was mixed with a damp vapor and the smell of fresh grass, and Harry saw the slaughtering willow in the distance, it looked harmless to humans and animals , swaying gently in the breeze."Harry," said Grindelwald, "you've learned a few spells, but I find you're nowhere near the real power.""I'm sorry," Harry said uneasily, "I'm not very skilled yet""That's not the reason." Grindelwald whispered: "Although I teach the theory and model of spells in class, it is to take care of the progress of ordinary people, to take care of... those mediocre students."Harry looked at him in surprise."People are different. Most of the people you see - if there are no accidents, they will just be mediocre all their lives. Their greatest use is to continue the magic."Grindelwald walked slowly, and Harry followed, and said, "Sir, I don't agree with that." Grindelwald glanced at him. "Then tell me what you think.""Er-one," Harry said, "Isn't it okay to be mediocre and peaceful, I like that kind of life, and I think it's too, too...""Utility?" Grindelwald asked with interest."A bit." Harry said honestly, he felt that Professor Bagshot must have been influenced by the dark wizard Grindelwald's thoughts, and he had seen similar descriptions in the travel notes he found in the library."I don't think it's necessary to divide people. Like my friends Ron's family, Mr. Weasley works at the Ministry of Magic, and he's recently working on the new Muggle Protection Act, and I think it's a matter of time. Makes sense, but has little to do with magic, does it? And Mrs Weasley, she's a housewife and a nice person who takes care of the whole family...""Their eldest son, Bill, used to be a spell-breaker at Gringotts, but he applied for a job in an office because of the war. I think with his character, he must want to change to a cooler career, oh, not now. His girlfriend is there too; second son Charlie raises dragons in Romania and third son Percy works at the Ministry of Magic like Mr Weasley, but I guess his job is to write reports all day..."Probably the only ones who went on to study magic after graduation were Fred and George, who opened a magic trick shop and worked on all kinds of prank props all day long; Ron dreamed of being an Auror, Ginny was too young, but I Think she has the potential to be a professional Quidditch player..."Harry snapped his fingers and listed the Weasleys one by one."If you think about it, most of them will be divided into the useless group, but I think they don't care about this evaluation at all, they just need to live their lives."Harry said in one breath, took a few breaths, Professor Bagshot didn't speak for a long time, which made Harry wonder if his tone was too stiff and fierce, he didn't dare to look into the professor's eyes, and lowered his head to stare at a man on the ground. Plants of grass."It makes me envious of their family, Harry," Grindelwald said, and then he changed his words, "I just have a question, when that Lord Voldemort was raging, your dear Weasleys were safe too. Do you live your own life without worry?""Think about it, without Dumbledore and without Felix Hepper? Oh, if I remember correctly, the Weasleys are pure blood, and if they showed their obedience to Voldemort, should be able to live well...""They won't accept Voldemort's evil rule!" Harry retorted loudly."Then they're dead," Grindelwald said lightly. "It's as fragile as this grass." He walked up to Harry and crushed the plant Harry was staring at under his feet. Harry's heart surged. There was a burst of anger, but he suddenly thought of something...It was the scene where he practiced the Patronus Charm in Professor Heap's office. In order to stimulate the will to fight, he entered the illusion arranged by the professor,In the vision, he saw a lot of terrible things, everyone fell, Voldemort was victorious, and it was at that time that he inspired an incomparably powerful Patronus."If you don't want your fate to be at the mercy of others, you must have a strong strength, like Haipu. There are not many people in this world who can threaten him. If he is cold enough, he will not even have the last weakness." Grindelwald's eyes flashed strangely, "I'm curious.""But the war is over, and Voldemort is locked up."Harry quickly stopped the conversation, not allowing himself to tell Voldemort's secret in classroom seven. However, Professor Bagshot didn't seem to pay attention to his slip of the tongue, and continued in a flat tone: "There will always be conflicts, can you guarantee that there will not be a terrible dark wizard among your classmates? Also, don't underestimate the goodness of Muggles. War, open their history, you will find that it is a war history."There will be no war," said Harry eagerly, taking out what Sirius had told him earlier. "The Ministry of Magic has found a way, and the Minister of Magic has been in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister for as long as a minute.""What about the influence of the people?""Anyone and both parties can, what, what?" Harry asked in a daze."You ignore the influence of the people on the Muggle government. I understand the people of those politicians. They may deceive, incite, induce the public, but they will never put themselves on their opposite. If there are a considerable number of Muggles Opposing wizards, there is absolutely no shortage of despicable politicians who have no position to speak for them. Even under the design of a conscientious person, only a small spark is needed...Peng, your so-called peace instantly vanishes." Grindelwald said coldly. The statement states: "This kind of thing is too easy and must happen.\"Harry was stunned. They had discussed Muggles and wizards before, but never so bluntly, even bloody. He swallowed, only to find that he seemed to have lost his vocal organs."Wizards are the real peace-loving group. For thousands of years, we don't need a strict order to keep ourselves safe. We have mastered powerful abilities but don't abuse them. On the other hand, Muggles, their civilization was born in war, but it's absurd. The thing is... the wizards backed off when they should have established order, because there are always stupid Muggles who will hurt our children when we are not looking... which makes Muggles think they are the masters of the land. Wizards have become outliers.""Professor Hepp is..." Harry said hoarsely."Do you think he can make it?" Grindelwald gave him a calm warning, and Harry was terrified. He was afraid that the professor would say something terrible, but Professor Bagshot just said lightly: "Maybe, so you plan to Putting hope in someone else, shutting the door and pretending it's all right? Sounds good, that's what I remember the potions professor doing." He was referring to Slughorn.Harry's face was hot, a little embarrassed, but more mixed with fear.Because he knew that even Professor Hepp was not sure, so in theory what Professor Bagshot said could happen. At this moment, he thought of the Dursleys and Uncle Fenon. If the wizard was really exposed to the world Seriously, will he allow wizards to show up in his life aboveboard?Harry didn't need any hesitation to know the answer at all, thinking about Uncle Fenon's attitude towards homeless people on the street, his attitude towards himself... He would definitely blow up the government hotline.How many people like him are there? If they get together, there will be protests, and then will things be as Professor Bagshot expected, some government officials will take the lead in compromising, and the situation will go into the unknown... Harry recalls the first Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Melon parade, those cold eyes seemed to fall on him again across time.Harry's expression was heavy, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he followed the professor vaguely. No matter how he tried to break his head, he couldn't think of a good solution. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Professor Bagshot stopped and said, "We're here."Harry looked around blankly. They were standing deep in the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by tall trees, but it was only March, and the foliage was not yet lush, and he could see the sky above his head through the sparse leaves."Remember the magic I taught you, try it out." Grindelwald said calmly, as if those conversations had never happened before.Harry waved his wand wildly, and the spell struck an arbor, and the huge trunk shook. Even he himself doesn't feel like it,"Oh, sorry, try again." Trying to calm himself, he waved his wand a second time, a powerful spell that snapped the thick tree trunk in two.Harry looked at Professor Bagshot with some satisfaction. The professor's previous words still worked, and Harry still hadn't come up with a surefire way, but he felt that if things really went in the worst direction, he would definitely not stand by and hide.What's more, Harry thought that he was likely to be an Auror at that time, with his relatives and everything he valued standing behind him, and he could not retreat."Not enough," said Grindelwald, dissatisfied, "you can do better.""I've tried my best," said Harry."Do you think I'm playing home with you?" Grindelwald reprimanded: "Why don't I go to that little Muggle-born girl, she's doing much better in class than you.""I wonder about that too," Harry said stiffly."If you don't have the potential, I won't waste my time at all. There are not many who can surpass you in the whole school, and even the professors. Your biggest problem is that you never think about how much you can achieve! Magic is not rigid. Thing, you're restraining your power.""I do not--""Then show your real strength, or go back and pray that bad luck won't befall you, and pray like a coward that you can be swept away by the big man"The forest suddenly exploded. The huge impact smashed hundreds of giant trees into pieces, like a big explosion. The space within a radius of two or three hundred feet was razed to the ground, and the trees farther staggered, as if they had experienced a violent typhoon.Broken wood and branches fell, and Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe he had done it."Look, Harry! Look!" cried Grindelwald, his eyes darting across the vast ruins in front of him, "that's what you're really capable of.\"In the evening, Harry appeared in the principal's office."Harry, you're here," Dumbledore said softly, as usual, and Harry noticed the Pensieve on the table, the silvery substance swirling fast in it, and he guessed that the Headmaster might have just used it.Dumbledore pressed his wand to his forehead, pulled out the new memory, put it in the Pensieve, and tried to grab Harry's hand."We have to move faster, there's a lot to do today."Harry ducked. He looked down from Dumbledore and stared at the Pensieve."But, sir, I don't know the point of doing this. I know the soul fragments in my head are tricky to deal with, but I can't figure out what's the use of just looking at what's happened if you can't even do magic? "A moment of silence."Ah, Harry," said Dumbledore in a slightly distressed tone. "Looks like I'll have to reveal something so that what we're doing is more valuable to you... In short, I I hope you have the ability to discern right from wrong and the courage to make the right choice at a critical moment.Harry sat there staring, feeling insulted, what was his image in Dumbledore's mind?"Don't get me wrong, Harry," said Dumbledore. "You're one of the closest people I've ever met to a saintly quality, even unique. Since I've had a long life and seen so many students, so This assessment is actually quite convincing.Harry was a little fidgety and his face was hot. He didn't expect to hear such a straightforward and warm compliment from Dumbledore's mouth, especially since he had just lost his temper, and he wanted to soften his expression."Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have flaws and troubles, it's a good thing in my opinion, it means you're still a normal person, and you haven't become arrogant because of your fame or your ability to surpass your peers. Therefore, I have higher requirements for you, and I will not treat you as an ordinary student. For example 1"Dumbledore raised a finger."Did you have any fear of your own abilities, even a little, when you were studying magic with Professor Bagshot?"Harry was a little lost, thinking that in the morning, under the guidance of Professor Bagshot, he had easily destroyed a small piece of the Forbidden Forest. He did feel incredible and a little terrified, and even once wondered if he was possessed by Voldemort."I-you know, sir?""Yes~www.novelhall.com~I know," said Dumbledore calmly."That's your own ability," he seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said, "Professor Bagshot must have comforted you, although I don't know what reason he used, but his ideas may not be suitable for you. you.""Not necessarily for me?" Harry murmured."Only you can find the answer to your question, Harry," said Dumbledore solemnly. "I can't help you at this point, except to borrow Alastor's mantra: Be vigilant, Harry. Mindless. Force can easily turn into violence."Harry had a flash of light."So you're showing me those memories because you want me to harness my power?""We can put this issue in the discussion later. In fact, I would like you to pay more attention to the choices of different people in your memory, especially the situation they faced at the time. It would be better if you can generate some useful thinking." Dumbledore said: "The reason I use my memory- Forgive my arrogance, because I have seen too many joys and sorrows of men and women. "Seeing Harry pondered, Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Then let's get into today's lesson one by one."He stood up and bowed slightly, as if preparing to go to a splendid banquet."I will be honored to share with you my experiences as a student, you will find them slightly trivial because there is more than one person involved, some of whom are still in touch with me to this day, maybe you have heard a name or two !""Let's start the adventure!"Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version update fastest URL:
