Chapter 673: Dumbledore
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Harry bent over and walked some distance, then straightened up and walked quickly towards the door of the auditorium.
"Hey, Harry!" He heard someone call him from behind, and when Harry looked back, it was Neville, with a confused look on his face, and Harry waved at him and slipped into the hall.
Dumbledore and his party were gone.
Harry guessed that they should have gone upstairs, possibly to the headmaster's office, but he seemed to hear movement from outside. With a slight balance in his heart, he quickly ran to the platform outside the castle and looked into the distance with all his strength.
It was almost completely dark, and he could barely make out two vague figures.
One was Professor Flitwick, who was conspicuously tall, and the other... Harry thought it was Professor Sprout.
He tried to look farther, no one else, and he realized something was wrong: Headmaster Dumbledore's white beard was recognizable even in the dark.
So they separated in the foyer? Headmaster Dumbledore gave the two professors other tasks?
There were dense footsteps behind him, and Harry realized that the prefects were starting to organize the younger students to return to the lounge. He no longer hesitated, and strode towards the headmaster's office. The surroundings were silent, and he was the only one who was heavy. Footsteps, he wondered if he was going the wrong way, and climbed two more flights of stairs, he heard a faint sound above his head.
It's the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore!
Harry was excited for a while, but the speed inevitably slowed down. Finally, he came to the eighth floor, passed through a door, turned, and quickened his pace. He knew that he was about to see the stone monster in the corridor. He is too familiar with the road, and he can't go wrong with his eyes closed.
Moreover, he happened to know the password.
A shadow suddenly stood in front of him, and Harry was startled, slipped and nearly fell on his back.
It's Snape.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" he asked coldly.
"I-I'm looking for—wait, you got kicked out?" Harry asked in surprise, looking past Snape, which was empty.
Snape's face stiffened.
"You're right, Potter." He said in a flattering tone, then his thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, "The important people are talking inside, and the unimportant people like me are in charge of blocking The same unimportant idiot who doesn't know it."
"Headmaster Dumbledore sent me here!" said Harry angrily.
"When did it happen?" Harry was speechless, and Snape's tone became more cheerful, "I was just behind, but I didn't hear Dumbledore talking to any students... I suggest you return to the Great Hall immediately. trip,
While Madam Pomfrey was still around. "
Harry stared at Snape, resentment building in his heart, and he took a deep breath and drew his wand, undecided whether to release the Patronus Charm and tell Dumbledore that he was here.
Snape's eyebrows twitched violently.
He thought Harry was going to attack him, and Snape narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but wonder: Was this what Dumbledore was doing? Allow yourself to anger Potter and be disarmed? Do you want to resist?
But Harry had put away his wand and had given up the idea of using the Patronus to deliver the message. He was quite sure that he had read Dumbledore's hints correctly, and last night Dumbledore had clearly told him that he would deal with the fragments of his soul after supper.
But since there are other professors present, it means that the principal really has other things that need to be dealt with urgently.
Few people knew about the existence of Horcruxes.
"Where did Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick go?" Harry asked Snape calmly. "I saw them going out the hall."
Snape looked at him silently for two seconds, and just when Harry thought he was still getting nothing, he said:
"They went to pick up a guy at the school gate. Who was that guy? Oh, Potter, I guess that's what you meant to ask? You're always curious about things that don't concern you... But, I can tell you, They were ordered to bring over the former headmaster's brother, I guess to say goodbye? You see, Dumbledore does want to see someone, but not you."
Harry didn't care about Snape's sarcasm, he froze in place.
Yes... Dumbledore was no longer the Headmaster, and he handed in his resignation. It was only then that Harry was in the mood to think about the impact this news had brought to him. An emotion called sadness was surging in his stomach, and he couldn't help recalling the bits and pieces of his time with Dumbledore.
"I'm dying, Minerva, Felix," Dumbledore whispered in the headmaster's office.
Professor McGonagall was stunned.
Not only because of this news, but like a wonderful drama has come to the end, all the suspense and clues have been strung together, and will be answered soon, giving her a little enlightenment when she is unexpected and overwhelmed:
From the beginning of this school year, Dumbledore's various abnormal behaviors (she is not unacceptable), to this afternoon, Dumbledore suddenly offered to resign as headmaster, and after Dumbledore sent Pomona and Filius not long ago, Ba Professor Saud's attitude is quite wrong.
Professor McGonagall could see that Professor Bagshot was forcibly enduring.
When only he, Dumbledore, Felix and himself were left in the headmaster's office, Professor Bagshot finally couldn't hold back and asked Dumbledore loudly what he was going to do. After that, things got even weirder, when Dumbledore guiltily handed him a book of fairy tales to pass the time when he was bored, and said he would write to him when he found the time.
Thinking of the trip Dumbledore said in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall barely understood.
But then something terrible happened: Felix shot Professor Bagshot from behind, knocking him out. As if they had negotiated, Dumbledore stepped out, hugged Professor Bagshot, who lost control of his body, and staggered to transfer him to the sofa.
Dumbledore shoved the Tales of Bedouin the Poet into Professor Bagshot's robe pocket, and put a cushion under his neck, and when he had done all this, he turned and said the above to the other two. sentence.
Professor McGonagall stared intently at Dumbledore's face.
If it was a prank, he would usually compromise at this time, but Dumbledore looked at her without shyness at the moment.
"It's not April Fool's Day, Dumbledore!" she shouted. "If you were expecting to scare me, you did, and you did oh my God..." She choked up suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Tell me, Albus, it's not true," she said weakly.
Dumbledore repeated what he had just said in a weak but firm tone, "I'm sorry, Minerva, but I do die."
Tears welled up in his eyes, running down Professor McGonagall's no-longer cheeks.
"But—as you said before—travel—" she asked, clutching at the last straw.
"That's fake," said Dumbledore calmly. "It's a trick I devised. Calm down, Minerva, you're a warrior of two wizarding wars. Look at Felix—a\"
"Don't take me with you." Felix said stiffly.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"Okay. For the sane, death is just another great adventure. I'm not afraid of death, what really scares me is the people in this world who are worthy of nostalgia... I've prepared this for that. Felix Sir, can I do you a favor?"
Dumbledore asked politely, and Felix and Professor McGonagall followed his gaze, placing two large boxes on the left side of the long-legged desk. Felix's lips moved, but he didn't speak, but the two boxes floated out of thin air and landed on the open space between the three.
"That's it." Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and said, "Excuse me."
"Click!\"
"Click!
With two crisp sounds, the lid popped open. Felix looked at the box, which was stuffed with letters.
"The thing about Miss Lovegood has inspired me - since my identity is still useful, I hope that after my death, you will keep it secret. These letters will help you, and I have deliberately categorized them so that you can easily Distinguishing. Just a few letters in the days to come, or occasional public mentions of what I've seen while traveling to create a false impression. Oh, yes."
Dumbledore looked at Felix happily: "That avatar of yours will probably come in handy. You have experience playing me."
Felix knew what that meant. He had disguised himself as Dumbledore deep in Voldemort's memory, and in a way, he was indeed quite experienced.
Professor McGonagall shook violently.
"Albus, that's why you kept us here? Send letters after you die, pretending you're still alive in some corner of the world?" she said loudly, but her face turned pale.
Those azure blue eyes seemed to have infinite tolerance and understanding.
"I know it's going to be difficult, but trust me, I have a reason to do it. You can ask Felix after tonight for more details."
There was a noise outside.
"I'm here! Albus, see what you have to say!" Aberforth's roar came from far away.
"Okay, Minerva, cheer up!" said Dumbledore sternly, looking at Fox.
The phoenix was lying on the perch, sickly, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of black and red ashes.
"Fox," he said softly.
Phoenix stood up and looked at Dumbledore. "Take him to Minerva's office." Fox responded in a low voice, spread his wings and landed on the unconscious Grindelwald. With a flash of fire, one person and one bird disappeared.
Dumbledore turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, I need you to return to the office now, Pomona will bring some people to see you, they are the enforcers of the International Wizarding Confederation and were ordered to transfer
"Professor Bagshot?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Pay attention to confidentiality.
"But, Albus, he is one"
"Let Felix explain it to you later," Dumbledore interrupted, "My brother is here, don't let him come up again, I'm afraid he'll use violence, he's been very opinionated about me recently... By the way, let Harry Come here too, he should have been waiting for a while."
The voices outside were getting louder and louder, so his words seemed convincing. Professor McGonagall gave him a deep look. "It's an honor to work with you, Albus."
"Me too, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled at her.
Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, seemingly tripping over the door, and when the door closed again, there was a clear sound of inhalation.
The spacious office returned to silence, although a more irritable person would soon be ushered in, but at least it was quiet for the moment.
Dumbledore moved slowly to the edge of the sofa and sat down next to where Grindelwald had just been lying.
"Put those letters away, Felix, I've never been able to guess Aberforth's temper, and it would be troublesome if he insisted on reading it."
"Hiding from him?" Felix asked softly.
"Maybe. In his mind, I have always been an irresponsible brother, and it's good to keep that impression, but I can't control it that far. If you plan to tell him, it's best to wait for a while."
Felix put away the two boxes of letters.
"I thought you would survive because a
"Because of Ariana?" Dumbledore asked softly, and Felix nodded at him, and the old man laughed.
"You forgot, Felix, there's another me in classroom seven."
"Arianna, thirteen, should be surrounded by seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore, instead of waking up with two more old brothers. memory,
It's too cruel for her, but she has soul power, which makes her different from ordinary memories and ghosts, more real... If one day she gets tired, she has the right to decide her own destiny. "
The door slammed open from the outside.
"Albus! And that bastard!" Aberforth burst in, burly, followed by Harry, Snape, and Flitwick. "I don't know what rhetoric you used this time."
He was stunned when he found that there were only two people in the room.
"What about him?" Aberforth asked, licking his lips with a fierce expression.
"Go," Dumbledore said, closing his eyes. Aberforth made a weird expression, and for a moment, Harry next to him even thought he was about to yell, but Aberforth just stared at Dumbledore with a gloomy face.
"Forget it," he muttered, and after a while he said, "Where's the key?"
Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at Felix. Felix stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and countless tiny ancient runes gathered between his fingers, and finally condensed a substantial key. He threw the key to Aberforth
"Felius, please make another trip and take Aberforth to classroom seven," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, well, okay, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Professor Flitwick obediently. "Dumble, please come with me."
Aberforth stared at the key in his hand, then looked at Dumbledore sitting on the sofa, "Thank you," he muttered vaguely, and followed the short Professor Flitwick away.
In the office, Dumbledore, Felix, Harry and Snape were left at the moment.
Snape's eyes turned around in the office, and finally landed on Dumbledore, "Do you still need me to guard the door? There are a lot of professors gathered below, and they all want to know more inside, I don't know if you have heard Hagrid's loud noise, Professor McGonagall, hurried away and said nothing."
"Is Pomona back?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not yet, as far as I know," Snape whispered.
"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."
Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, his expression cold, and he threw off his sleeves and left the office with a stern face. Without realizing it, Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit across from him.
"Harry, Harry," Dumbledore almost murmured, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I've been hesitating to tell you directly, maybe just passively meet the predetermined fate, you will burst out a powerful force …\"
"Am I going to die?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly, but his eyes were calm.
Dumbledore looked at him lovingly, and after a while he spoke again.
"You'll survive eventually, I promise you, Harry. Just one, you do need to die last time." With some effort he pulled the Resurrection Stone ring from his pocket and put it on himself, Harry and Faye. Lix stared at his hand, which, though thin and slender, was now shimmering.
Dumbledore shook the ring. "Look, I'll protect you."
Harry pursed his lips. "What am I going to do?"
"You have to be killed by Voldemort once, it has to be him, and you can guess the reason without me telling you. Voldemort is now moved to the Slytherin Chamber. Felix and I have made some changes there that will allow you to let go. Hands and feet. Of course, you can't just show up in front of Voldemort, he knows you're a Horcrux and can't kill you."
"That-"
"But there just happens to be a guy in the school right now who can show up to Voldemort without fear of raising any doubts. I'm not saying Voldemort trusts him, quite the contrary.
"Snape," Harry said suddenly.
Dumbledore stopped talking and said with a smile: "That's right. It seems you understand."
Harry nodded.
"I need weapons, my own wand is out of use."
"Severus is out there." Dumbledore nodded, "Oh, yes, maybe you'll use a Voldemort wand in the drawer on the left side of my desk, you've seen it with a handle like A beast paw.
Harry was silent for a moment, stood up, walked around the sofa, opened the drawer of the long-legged table, and took out a wand.
After thinking about it, Harry put his wand on the table.
"Will you stay with me?" He walked to the door and looked at Dumbledore.
"Yes I will."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
The door closed from behind, and Harry heard a crisp Feng Ming. He was in a daze for a few seconds, took a deep breath,
The spiral staircase began to descend, and finally, the wall in front of him cracked, and the light from the corridor came in.
There were six or seven professors gathered in the corridor, and they chatted in a low voice while looking towards the stone monster.
"Harry!" Hagrid shouted, waving his arms toward him.
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"I need your wand."
Snape looked at him indifferently.
"I need your wand - get her revenge," Harry finished.
Snape slowly took his wand out of his robe, staring at him blankly, his voice hoarse.
"Birch, thirteen and one-half inches, the core is the dragon's heartstring."
"Thanks," said Harry, twitching his wand as if to try to hold it in his hand, then pointing the wand tip at himself. Hagrid let out a loud inhalation sound.
Harry's face began to deform, his stature was elongated, his figure became more slender, his skin was dull, and the scar on his forehead disappeared little by little...
He became like Snape.
Then Harry pointed his wand at himself again, and his clothes changed into a wide black robe.
Hagrid looked shocked and rubbed his eyes vigorously, half the words stuck in his throat. The other professors were also taken aback. Someone whispered: "Animagus can greatly improve the level of Transfiguration."
"But Potter has only mastered it for less than two months."
Harry was quickly adapting to the changes in his body. He recalled Snape's walking posture in his mind, and found it unexpectedly familiar. He took a few steps back and forth, and soon found the feeling - he strode, the black hem Raised high like two deadly venomous snakes. As Hagrid passed, he stopped and grinned.
Hagrid's expression was as if he'd been alive.
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Harry bent over and walked some distance, then straightened up and walked quickly towards the door of the auditorium.
"Hey, Harry!" He heard someone call him from behind, and when Harry looked back, it was Neville, with a confused look on his face, and Harry waved at him and slipped into the hall.
Dumbledore and his party were gone.
Harry guessed that they should have gone upstairs, possibly to the headmaster's office, but he seemed to hear movement from outside. With a slight balance in his heart, he quickly ran to the platform outside the castle and looked into the distance with all his strength.
It was almost completely dark, and he could barely make out two vague figures.
One was Professor Flitwick, who was conspicuously tall, and the other... Harry thought it was Professor Sprout.
He tried to look farther, no one else, and he realized something was wrong: Headmaster Dumbledore's white beard was recognizable even in the dark.
So they separated in the foyer? Headmaster Dumbledore gave the two professors other tasks?
There were dense footsteps behind him, and Harry realized that the prefects were starting to organize the younger students to return to the lounge. He no longer hesitated, and strode towards the headmaster's office. The surroundings were silent, and he was the only one who was heavy. Footsteps, he wondered if he was going the wrong way, and climbed two more flights of stairs, he heard a faint sound above his head.
It's the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore!
Harry was excited for a while, but the speed inevitably slowed down. Finally, he came to the eighth floor, passed through a door, turned, and quickened his pace. He knew that he was about to see the stone monster in the corridor. He is too familiar with the road, and he can't go wrong with his eyes closed.
Moreover, he happened to know the password.
A shadow suddenly stood in front of him, and Harry was startled, slipped and nearly fell on his back.
It's Snape.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" he asked coldly.
"I-I'm looking for—wait, you got kicked out?" Harry asked in surprise, looking past Snape, which was empty.
Snape's face stiffened.
"You're right, Potter." He said in a flattering tone, then his thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, "The important people are talking inside, and the unimportant people like me are in charge of blocking The same unimportant idiot who doesn't know it."
"Headmaster Dumbledore sent me here!" said Harry angrily.
"When did it happen?" Harry was speechless, and Snape's tone became more cheerful, "I was just behind, but I didn't hear Dumbledore talking to any students... I suggest you return to the Great Hall immediately. trip,
While Madam Pomfrey was still around. "
Harry stared at Snape, resentment building in his heart, and he took a deep breath and drew his wand, undecided whether to release the Patronus Charm and tell Dumbledore that he was here.
Snape's eyebrows twitched violently.
He thought Harry was going to attack him, and Snape narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but wonder: Was this what Dumbledore was doing? Allow yourself to anger Potter and be disarmed? Do you want to resist?
But Harry had put away his wand and had given up the idea of using the Patronus to deliver the message. He was quite sure that he had read Dumbledore's hints correctly, and last night Dumbledore had clearly told him that he would deal with the fragments of his soul after supper.
But since there are other professors present, it means that the principal really has other things that need to be dealt with urgently.
Few people knew about the existence of Horcruxes.
"Where did Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick go?" Harry asked Snape calmly. "I saw them going out the hall."
Snape looked at him silently for two seconds, and just when Harry thought he was still getting nothing, he said:
"They went to pick up a guy at the school gate. Who was that guy? Oh, Potter, I guess that's what you meant to ask? You're always curious about things that don't concern you... But, I can tell you, They were ordered to bring over the former headmaster's brother, I guess to say goodbye? You see, Dumbledore does want to see someone, but not you."
Harry didn't care about Snape's sarcasm, he froze in place.
Yes... Dumbledore was no longer the Headmaster, and he handed in his resignation. It was only then that Harry was in the mood to think about the impact this news had brought to him. An emotion called sadness was surging in his stomach, and he couldn't help recalling the bits and pieces of his time with Dumbledore.
"I'm dying, Minerva, Felix," Dumbledore whispered in the headmaster's office.
Professor McGonagall was stunned.
Not only because of this news, but like a wonderful drama has come to the end, all the suspense and clues have been strung together, and will be answered soon, giving her a little enlightenment when she is unexpected and overwhelmed:
From the beginning of this school year, Dumbledore's various abnormal behaviors (she is not unacceptable), to this afternoon, Dumbledore suddenly offered to resign as headmaster, and after Dumbledore sent Pomona and Filius not long ago, Ba Professor Saud's attitude is quite wrong.
Professor McGonagall could see that Professor Bagshot was forcibly enduring.
When only he, Dumbledore, Felix and himself were left in the headmaster's office, Professor Bagshot finally couldn't hold back and asked Dumbledore loudly what he was going to do. After that, things got even weirder, when Dumbledore guiltily handed him a book of fairy tales to pass the time when he was bored, and said he would write to him when he found the time.
Thinking of the trip Dumbledore said in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall barely understood.
But then something terrible happened: Felix shot Professor Bagshot from behind, knocking him out. As if they had negotiated, Dumbledore stepped out, hugged Professor Bagshot, who lost control of his body, and staggered to transfer him to the sofa.
Dumbledore shoved the Tales of Bedouin the Poet into Professor Bagshot's robe pocket, and put a cushion under his neck, and when he had done all this, he turned and said the above to the other two. sentence.
Professor McGonagall stared intently at Dumbledore's face.
If it was a prank, he would usually compromise at this time, but Dumbledore looked at her without shyness at the moment.
"It's not April Fool's Day, Dumbledore!" she shouted. "If you were expecting to scare me, you did, and you did oh my God..." She choked up suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Tell me, Albus, it's not true," she said weakly.
Dumbledore repeated what he had just said in a weak but firm tone, "I'm sorry, Minerva, but I do die."
Tears welled up in his eyes, running down Professor McGonagall's no-longer cheeks.
"But—as you said before—travel—" she asked, clutching at the last straw.
"That's fake," said Dumbledore calmly. "It's a trick I devised. Calm down, Minerva, you're a warrior of two wizarding wars. Look at Felix—a\"
"Don't take me with you." Felix said stiffly.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly.
"Okay. For the sane, death is just another great adventure. I'm not afraid of death, what really scares me is the people in this world who are worthy of nostalgia... I've prepared this for that. Felix Sir, can I do you a favor?"
Dumbledore asked politely, and Felix and Professor McGonagall followed his gaze, placing two large boxes on the left side of the long-legged desk. Felix's lips moved, but he didn't speak, but the two boxes floated out of thin air and landed on the open space between the three.
"That's it." Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and said, "Excuse me."
"Click!\"
"Click!
With two crisp sounds, the lid popped open. Felix looked at the box, which was stuffed with letters.
"The thing about Miss Lovegood has inspired me - since my identity is still useful, I hope that after my death, you will keep it secret. These letters will help you, and I have deliberately categorized them so that you can easily Distinguishing. Just a few letters in the days to come, or occasional public mentions of what I've seen while traveling to create a false impression. Oh, yes."
Dumbledore looked at Felix happily: "That avatar of yours will probably come in handy. You have experience playing me."
Felix knew what that meant. He had disguised himself as Dumbledore deep in Voldemort's memory, and in a way, he was indeed quite experienced.
Professor McGonagall shook violently.
"Albus, that's why you kept us here? Send letters after you die, pretending you're still alive in some corner of the world?" she said loudly, but her face turned pale.
Those azure blue eyes seemed to have infinite tolerance and understanding.
"I know it's going to be difficult, but trust me, I have a reason to do it. You can ask Felix after tonight for more details."
There was a noise outside.
"I'm here! Albus, see what you have to say!" Aberforth's roar came from far away.
"Okay, Minerva, cheer up!" said Dumbledore sternly, looking at Fox.
The phoenix was lying on the perch, sickly, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of black and red ashes.
"Fox," he said softly.
Phoenix stood up and looked at Dumbledore. "Take him to Minerva's office." Fox responded in a low voice, spread his wings and landed on the unconscious Grindelwald. With a flash of fire, one person and one bird disappeared.
Dumbledore turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, I need you to return to the office now, Pomona will bring some people to see you, they are the enforcers of the International Wizarding Confederation and were ordered to transfer
"Professor Bagshot?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Pay attention to confidentiality.
"But, Albus, he is one"
"Let Felix explain it to you later," Dumbledore interrupted, "My brother is here, don't let him come up again, I'm afraid he'll use violence, he's been very opinionated about me recently... By the way, let Harry Come here too, he should have been waiting for a while."
The voices outside were getting louder and louder, so his words seemed convincing. Professor McGonagall gave him a deep look. "It's an honor to work with you, Albus."
"Me too, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled at her.
Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, seemingly tripping over the door, and when the door closed again, there was a clear sound of inhalation.
The spacious office returned to silence, although a more irritable person would soon be ushered in, but at least it was quiet for the moment.
Dumbledore moved slowly to the edge of the sofa and sat down next to where Grindelwald had just been lying.
"Put those letters away, Felix, I've never been able to guess Aberforth's temper, and it would be troublesome if he insisted on reading it."
"Hiding from him?" Felix asked softly.
"Maybe. In his mind, I have always been an irresponsible brother, and it's good to keep that impression, but I can't control it that far. If you plan to tell him, it's best to wait for a while."
Felix put away the two boxes of letters.
"I thought you would survive because a
"Because of Ariana?" Dumbledore asked softly, and Felix nodded at him, and the old man laughed.
"You forgot, Felix, there's another me in classroom seven."
"Arianna, thirteen, should be surrounded by seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore, instead of waking up with two more old brothers. memory,
It's too cruel for her, but she has soul power, which makes her different from ordinary memories and ghosts, more real... If one day she gets tired, she has the right to decide her own destiny. "
The door slammed open from the outside.
"Albus! And that bastard!" Aberforth burst in, burly, followed by Harry, Snape, and Flitwick. "I don't know what rhetoric you used this time."
He was stunned when he found that there were only two people in the room.
"What about him?" Aberforth asked, licking his lips with a fierce expression.
"Go," Dumbledore said, closing his eyes. Aberforth made a weird expression, and for a moment, Harry next to him even thought he was about to yell, but Aberforth just stared at Dumbledore with a gloomy face.
"Forget it," he muttered, and after a while he said, "Where's the key?"
Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at Felix. Felix stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and countless tiny ancient runes gathered between his fingers, and finally condensed a substantial key. He threw the key to Aberforth
"Felius, please make another trip and take Aberforth to classroom seven," Dumbledore said.
"Oh, well, okay, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Professor Flitwick obediently. "Dumble, please come with me."
Aberforth stared at the key in his hand, then looked at Dumbledore sitting on the sofa, "Thank you," he muttered vaguely, and followed the short Professor Flitwick away.
In the office, Dumbledore, Felix, Harry and Snape were left at the moment.
Snape's eyes turned around in the office, and finally landed on Dumbledore, "Do you still need me to guard the door? There are a lot of professors gathered below, and they all want to know more inside, I don't know if you have heard Hagrid's loud noise, Professor McGonagall, hurried away and said nothing."
"Is Pomona back?" Dumbledore asked.
"Not yet, as far as I know," Snape whispered.
"Thank you for your hard work, Severus."
Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, his expression cold, and he threw off his sleeves and left the office with a stern face. Without realizing it, Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit across from him.
"Harry, Harry," Dumbledore almost murmured, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I've been hesitating to tell you directly, maybe just passively meet the predetermined fate, you will burst out a powerful force …\"
"Am I going to die?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly, but his eyes were calm.
Dumbledore looked at him lovingly, and after a while he spoke again.
"You'll survive eventually, I promise you, Harry. Just one, you do need to die last time." With some effort he pulled the Resurrection Stone ring from his pocket and put it on himself, Harry and Faye. Lix stared at his hand, which, though thin and slender, was now shimmering.
Dumbledore shook the ring. "Look, I'll protect you."
Harry pursed his lips. "What am I going to do?"
"You have to be killed by Voldemort once, it has to be him, and you can guess the reason without me telling you. Voldemort is now moved to the Slytherin Chamber. Felix and I have made some changes there that will allow you to let go. Hands and feet. Of course, you can't just show up in front of Voldemort, he knows you're a Horcrux and can't kill you."
"That-"
"But there just happens to be a guy in the school right now who can show up to Voldemort without fear of raising any doubts. I'm not saying Voldemort trusts him, quite the contrary.
"Snape," Harry said suddenly.
Dumbledore stopped talking and said with a smile: "That's right. It seems you understand."
Harry nodded.
"I need weapons, my own wand is out of use."
"Severus is out there." Dumbledore nodded, "Oh, yes, maybe you'll use a Voldemort wand in the drawer on the left side of my desk, you've seen it with a handle like A beast paw.
Harry was silent for a moment, stood up, walked around the sofa, opened the drawer of the long-legged table, and took out a wand.
After thinking about it, Harry put his wand on the table.
"Will you stay with me?" He walked to the door and looked at Dumbledore.
"Yes I will."
Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
The door closed from behind, and Harry heard a crisp Feng Ming. He was in a daze for a few seconds, took a deep breath,
The spiral staircase began to descend, and finally, the wall in front of him cracked, and the light from the corridor came in.
There were six or seven professors gathered in the corridor, and they chatted in a low voice while looking towards the stone monster.
"Harry!" Hagrid shouted, waving his arms toward him.
But Harry walked right up to Snape~www.novelhall.com~ and the two stared at each other.
"I need your wand."
Snape looked at him indifferently.
"I need your wand - get her revenge," Harry finished.
Snape slowly took his wand out of his robe, staring at him blankly, his voice hoarse.
"Birch, thirteen and one-half inches, the core is the dragon's heartstring."
"Thanks," said Harry, twitching his wand as if to try to hold it in his hand, then pointing the wand tip at himself. Hagrid let out a loud inhalation sound.
Harry's face began to deform, his stature was elongated, his figure became more slender, his skin was dull, and the scar on his forehead disappeared little by little...
He became like Snape.
Then Harry pointed his wand at himself again, and his clothes changed into a wide black robe.
Hagrid looked shocked and rubbed his eyes vigorously, half the words stuck in his throat. The other professors were also taken aback. Someone whispered: "Animagus can greatly improve the level of Transfiguration."
"But Potter has only mastered it for less than two months."
Harry was quickly adapting to the changes in his body. He recalled Snape's walking posture in his mind, and found it unexpectedly familiar. He took a few steps back and forth, and soon found the feeling - he strode, the black hem Raised high like two deadly venomous snakes. As Hagrid passed, he stopped and grinned.
Hagrid's expression was as if he'd been alive.
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Harry bent over and walked some distance, then straightened up and walked quickly towards the door of the auditorium."Hey, Harry!" He heard someone call him from behind, and when Harry looked back, it was Neville, with a confused look on his face, and Harry waved at him and slipped into the hall.Dumbledore and his party were gone.Harry guessed that they should have gone upstairs, possibly to the headmaster's office, but he seemed to hear movement from outside. With a slight balance in his heart, he quickly ran to the platform outside the castle and looked into the distance with all his strength.It was almost completely dark, and he could barely make out two vague figures.One was Professor Flitwick, who was conspicuously tall, and the other... Harry thought it was Professor Sprout.He tried to look farther, no one else, and he realized something was wrong: Headmaster Dumbledore's white beard was recognizable even in the dark.So they separated in the foyer? Headmaster Dumbledore gave the two professors other tasks?There were dense footsteps behind him, and Harry realized that the prefects were starting to organize the younger students to return to the lounge. He no longer hesitated, and strode towards the headmaster's office. The surroundings were silent, and he was the only one who was heavy. Footsteps, he wondered if he was going the wrong way, and climbed two more flights of stairs, he heard a faint sound above his head.It's the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore!Harry was excited for a while, but the speed inevitably slowed down. Finally, he came to the eighth floor, passed through a door, turned, and quickened his pace. He knew that he was about to see the stone monster in the corridor. He is too familiar with the road, and he can't go wrong with his eyes closed.Moreover, he happened to know the password.A shadow suddenly stood in front of him, and Harry was startled, slipped and nearly fell on his back.It's Snape."What are you doing here, Potter?" he asked coldly."I-I'm looking forwait, you got kicked out?" Harry asked in surprise, looking past Snape, which was empty.Snape's face stiffened."You're right, Potter." He said in a flattering tone, then his thin lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, "The important people are talking inside, and the unimportant people like me are in charge of blocking The same unimportant idiot who doesn't know it.""Headmaster Dumbledore sent me here!" said Harry angrily."When did it happen?" Harry was speechless, and Snape's tone became more cheerful, "I was just behind, but I didn't hear Dumbledore talking to any students... I suggest you return to the Great Hall immediately. trip,While Madam Pomfrey was still around. "Harry stared at Snape, resentment building in his heart, and he took a deep breath and drew his wand, undecided whether to release the Patronus Charm and tell Dumbledore that he was here.Snape's eyebrows twitched violently.He thought Harry was going to attack him, and Snape narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but wonder: Was this what Dumbledore was doing? Allow yourself to anger Potter and be disarmed? Do you want to resist?But Harry had put away his wand and had given up the idea of using the Patronus to deliver the message. He was quite sure that he had read Dumbledore's hints correctly, and last night Dumbledore had clearly told him that he would deal with the fragments of his soul after supper.But since there are other professors present, it means that the principal really has other things that need to be dealt with urgently.Few people knew about the existence of Horcruxes."Where did Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick go?" Harry asked Snape calmly. "I saw them going out the hall."Snape looked at him silently for two seconds, and just when Harry thought he was still getting nothing, he said:"They went to pick up a guy at the school gate. Who was that guy? Oh, Potter, I guess that's what you meant to ask? You're always curious about things that don't concern you... But, I can tell you, They were ordered to bring over the former headmaster's brother, I guess to say goodbye? You see, Dumbledore does want to see someone, but not you."Harry didn't care about Snape's sarcasm, he froze in place.Yes... Dumbledore was no longer the Headmaster, and he handed in his resignation. It was only then that Harry was in the mood to think about the impact this news had brought to him. An emotion called sadness was surging in his stomach, and he couldn't help recalling the bits and pieces of his time with Dumbledore."I'm dying, Minerva, Felix," Dumbledore whispered in the headmaster's office.Professor McGonagall was stunned.Not only because of this news, but like a wonderful drama has come to the end, all the suspense and clues have been strung together, and will be answered soon, giving her a little enlightenment when she is unexpected and overwhelmed:From the beginning of this school year, Dumbledore's various abnormal behaviors she is not unacceptable, to this afternoon, Dumbledore suddenly offered to resign as headmaster, and after Dumbledore sent Pomona and Filius not long ago, Ba Professor Saud's attitude is quite wrong.Professor McGonagall could see that Professor Bagshot was forcibly enduring.When only he, Dumbledore, Felix and himself were left in the headmaster's office, Professor Bagshot finally couldn't hold back and asked Dumbledore loudly what he was going to do. After that, things got even weirder, when Dumbledore guiltily handed him a book of fairy tales to pass the time when he was bored, and said he would write to him when he found the time.Thinking of the trip Dumbledore said in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall barely understood.But then something terrible happened: Felix shot Professor Bagshot from behind, knocking him out. As if they had negotiated, Dumbledore stepped out, hugged Professor Bagshot, who lost control of his body, and staggered to transfer him to the sofa.Dumbledore shoved the Tales of Bedouin the Poet into Professor Bagshot's robe pocket, and put a cushion under his neck, and when he had done all this, he turned and said the above to the other two. sentence.Professor McGonagall stared intently at Dumbledore's face.If it was a prank, he would usually compromise at this time, but Dumbledore looked at her without shyness at the moment."It's not April Fool's Day, Dumbledore!" she shouted. "If you were expecting to scare me, you did, and you did oh my God..." She choked up suddenly, tears welling up in her eyes."Tell me, Albus, it's not true," she said weakly.Dumbledore repeated what he had just said in a weak but firm tone, "I'm sorry, Minerva, but I do die."Tears welled up in his eyes, running down Professor McGonagall's no-longer cheeks."Butas you said beforetravel" she asked, clutching at the last straw."That's fake," said Dumbledore calmly. "It's a trick I devised. Calm down, Minerva, you're a warrior of two wizarding wars. Look at Felixa\""Don't take me with you." Felix said stiffly.Dumbledore shook his head slightly."Okay. For the sane, death is just another great adventure. I'm not afraid of death, what really scares me is the people in this world who are worthy of nostalgia... I've prepared this for that. Felix Sir, can I do you a favor?"Dumbledore asked politely, and Felix and Professor McGonagall followed his gaze, placing two large boxes on the left side of the long-legged desk. Felix's lips moved, but he didn't speak, but the two boxes floated out of thin air and landed on the open space between the three."That's it." Dumbledore nodded approvingly, and said, "Excuse me.""Click!\""Click!With two crisp sounds, the lid popped open. Felix looked at the box, which was stuffed with letters."The thing about Miss Lovegood has inspired me - since my identity is still useful, I hope that after my death, you will keep it secret. These letters will help you, and I have deliberately categorized them so that you can easily Distinguishing. Just a few letters in the days to come, or occasional public mentions of what I've seen while traveling to create a false impression. Oh, yes."Dumbledore looked at Felix happily: "That avatar of yours will probably come in handy. You have experience playing me."Felix knew what that meant. He had disguised himself as Dumbledore deep in Voldemort's memory, and in a way, he was indeed quite experienced.Professor McGonagall shook violently."Albus, that's why you kept us here? Send letters after you die, pretending you're still alive in some corner of the world?" she said loudly, but her face turned pale.Those azure blue eyes seemed to have infinite tolerance and understanding."I know it's going to be difficult, but trust me, I have a reason to do it. You can ask Felix after tonight for more details."There was a noise outside."I'm here! Albus, see what you have to say!" Aberforth's roar came from far away."Okay, Minerva, cheer up!" said Dumbledore sternly, looking at Fox.The phoenix was lying on the perch, sickly, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of black and red ashes."Fox," he said softly.Phoenix stood up and looked at Dumbledore. "Take him to Minerva's office." Fox responded in a low voice, spread his wings and landed on the unconscious Grindelwald. With a flash of fire, one person and one bird disappeared.Dumbledore turned his head and said to Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, I need you to return to the office now, Pomona will bring some people to see you, they are the enforcers of the International Wizarding Confederation and were ordered to transfer"Professor Bagshot?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.Dumbledore nodded."Pay attention to confidentiality."But, Albus, he is one""Let Felix explain it to you later," Dumbledore interrupted, "My brother is here, don't let him come up again, I'm afraid he'll use violence, he's been very opinionated about me recently... By the way, let Harry Come here too, he should have been waiting for a while."The voices outside were getting louder and louder, so his words seemed convincing. Professor McGonagall gave him a deep look. "It's an honor to work with you, Albus.""Me too, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled at her.Professor McGonagall left in a hurry, seemingly tripping over the door, and when the door closed again, there was a clear sound of inhalation.The spacious office returned to silence, although a more irritable person would soon be ushered in, but at least it was quiet for the moment.Dumbledore moved slowly to the edge of the sofa and sat down next to where Grindelwald had just been lying."Put those letters away, Felix, I've never been able to guess Aberforth's temper, and it would be troublesome if he insisted on reading it.""Hiding from him?" Felix asked softly."Maybe. In his mind, I have always been an irresponsible brother, and it's good to keep that impression, but I can't control it that far. If you plan to tell him, it's best to wait for a while."Felix put away the two boxes of letters."I thought you would survive because a"Because of Ariana?" Dumbledore asked softly, and Felix nodded at him, and the old man laughed."You forgot, Felix, there's another me in classroom seven.""Arianna, thirteen, should be surrounded by seventeen-year-old Albus Dumbledore, instead of waking up with two more old brothers. memory,It's too cruel for her, but she has soul power, which makes her different from ordinary memories and ghosts, more real... If one day she gets tired, she has the right to decide her own destiny. "The door slammed open from the outside."Albus! And that bastard!" Aberforth burst in, burly, followed by Harry, Snape, and Flitwick. "I don't know what rhetoric you used this time."He was stunned when he found that there were only two people in the room."What about him?" Aberforth asked, licking his lips with a fierce expression."Go," Dumbledore said, closing his eyes. Aberforth made a weird expression, and for a moment, Harry next to him even thought he was about to yell, but Aberforth just stared at Dumbledore with a gloomy face."Forget it," he muttered, and after a while he said, "Where's the key?"Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at Felix. Felix stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and countless tiny ancient runes gathered between his fingers, and finally condensed a substantial key. He threw the key to Aberforth"Felius, please make another trip and take Aberforth to classroom seven," Dumbledore said."Oh, well, okay, Headmaster Dumbledore," said Professor Flitwick obediently. "Dumble, please come with me."Aberforth stared at the key in his hand, then looked at Dumbledore sitting on the sofa, "Thank you," he muttered vaguely, and followed the short Professor Flitwick away.In the office, Dumbledore, Felix, Harry and Snape were left at the moment.Snape's eyes turned around in the office, and finally landed on Dumbledore, "Do you still need me to guard the door? There are a lot of professors gathered below, and they all want to know more inside, I don't know if you have heard Hagrid's loud noise, Professor McGonagall, hurried away and said nothing.""Is Pomona back?" Dumbledore asked."Not yet, as far as I know," Snape whispered."Thank you for your hard work, Severus."Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, his expression cold, and he threw off his sleeves and left the office with a stern face. Without realizing it, Dumbledore beckoned Harry to sit across from him."Harry, Harry," Dumbledore almost murmured, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I've been hesitating to tell you directly, maybe just passively meet the predetermined fate, you will burst out a powerful force \""Am I going to die?" Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly, but his eyes were calm.Dumbledore looked at him lovingly, and after a while he spoke again."You'll survive eventually, I promise you, Harry. Just one, you do need to die last time." With some effort he pulled the Resurrection Stone ring from his pocket and put it on himself, Harry and Faye. Lix stared at his hand, which, though thin and slender, was now shimmering.Dumbledore shook the ring. "Look, I'll protect you."Harry pursed his lips. "What am I going to do?""You have to be killed by Voldemort once, it has to be him, and you can guess the reason without me telling you. Voldemort is now moved to the Slytherin Chamber. Felix and I have made some changes there that will allow you to let go. Hands and feet. Of course, you can't just show up in front of Voldemort, he knows you're a Horcrux and can't kill you.""That-""But there just happens to be a guy in the school right now who can show up to Voldemort without fear of raising any doubts. I'm not saying Voldemort trusts him, quite the contrary."Snape," Harry said suddenly.Dumbledore stopped talking and said with a smile: "That's right. It seems you understand."Harry nodded."I need weapons, my own wand is out of use.""Severus is out there." Dumbledore nodded, "Oh, yes, maybe you'll use a Voldemort wand in the drawer on the left side of my desk, you've seen it with a handle like A beast paw.Harry was silent for a moment, stood up, walked around the sofa, opened the drawer of the long-legged table, and took out a wand.After thinking about it, Harry put his wand on the table."Will you stay with me?" He walked to the door and looked at Dumbledore."Yes I will."Dumbledore smiled and nodded.The door closed from behind, and Harry heard a crisp Feng Ming. He was in a daze for a few seconds, took a deep breath,The spiral staircase began to descend, and finally, the wall in front of him cracked, and the light from the corridor came in.There were six or seven professors gathered in the corridor, and they chatted in a low voice while looking towards the stone monster."Harry!" Hagrid shouted, waving his arms toward him.But Harry walked right up to Snape~www.novelhall.com~ and the two stared at each other."I need your wand."Snape looked at him indifferently."I need your wand - get her revenge," Harry finished.Snape slowly took his wand out of his robe, staring at him blankly, his voice hoarse."Birch, thirteen and one-half inches, the core is the dragon's heartstring.""Thanks," said Harry, twitching his wand as if to try to hold it in his hand, then pointing the wand tip at himself. Hagrid let out a loud inhalation sound.Harry's face began to deform, his stature was elongated, his figure became more slender, his skin was dull, and the scar on his forehead disappeared little by little...He became like Snape.Then Harry pointed his wand at himself again, and his clothes changed into a wide black robe.Hagrid looked shocked and rubbed his eyes vigorously, half the words stuck in his throat. The other professors were also taken aback. Someone whispered: "Animagus can greatly improve the level of Transfiguration.""But Potter has only mastered it for less than two months."Harry was quickly adapting to the changes in his body. He recalled Snape's walking posture in his mind, and found it unexpectedly familiar. He took a few steps back and forth, and soon found the feeling - he strode, the black hem Raised high like two deadly venomous snakes. 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