Chapter 1072: Conversation in the Principal's Office

Seeing the cheers for the hanging statue, Fan Lin couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Hogwarts' recognition of Dumbledore has reached an unparalleled level, and all this is a heavy blow to Fudge.

I don’t know if Umbridge was rescued from the Centaur tribe by Fudge, but now it seems that there is no need to keep her there.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly, and bowed to the previous headmasters.

At least for Dumbledore, returning to Hogwarts is not a difficult thing, but for many people, Dumbledore's return to Hogwarts is undoubtedly the most powerful reassurance. .

In fact, Dumbledore didn't look at them at first. He just walked to the high shelf next to the door, took out Fawkes's small, ugly, featherless body from the inner pocket of his tuxedo and gently placed it next to the shelf where Fawkes was originally parked. on the ashes.

"Well, let's start with you, Harry." Dumbledore finally left the little phoenix. "You will be glad that none of your companions was sustainably harmed by last night's incident."

Harry tried to say "yes" but no sound came out. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him that the recklessness of his actions had caused the members of the Order of the Phoenix to go to war. He watched as the spell was blasted out of Sirius. scars, and even though Dumbledore looked directly at him for a moment, and even though his expression was gentle and non-accusatory, Harry still couldn't bear to meet his eyes.

It was he who put all the members into a dangerous situation. Fortunately, Voldemort did not go on a killing spree before Dumbledore arrived, but instead targeted the prophecy ball in his hand.

However, this was not an easy thing for Harry to accept.

He was like a monkey, being tricked around by Voldemort, and even invaded his consciousness. At one point, he wanted to kill the two people in front of him.

His Occlumency...

"Mrs. Pomfrey will repair everyone," Dumbledore said slowly. "Nadara Tank may need to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for a while, but it looks like she will recover as before."

Harry nodded towards the carpet with satisfaction. As the sky outside gradually brightened, the carpet looked much clearer. He was sure that every wizard in the room was hanging on Dumbledore's every word, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had gone and why anyone was hurt.

"I know how you feel, Harry," Dumbledore said calmly.

"No, you don't understand," Harry said suddenly and loudly, the fire in his heart erupting. Dumbledore had no idea what he was feeling.

"You know, Dumbledore?" Phoenix whispered, "Don't try to understand students, they hate it. They would rather have even a tragic misunderstanding, wallow in self-pity, and stuff themselves in their hearts."

"That's enough, Phoenix!" said Dumbledore. Harry turned his back to Dumbledore and looked out the window. He could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

That was his favorite place, but now it seemed that it was really bad. He didn't know anything, and then he was inexplicably arranged to let his partners take risks for him, and he was even played like a monkey.

Anger and guilt lingered in Harry's mind, unlike the excitement of being rescued.

Now that he thought about it, Harry was a little confused by the many doubts.

Why was he kidnapped and then all the people showed up at that place.

Is it because of my own stupidity?

Fan Lin said it was a trap, but obviously, as a trap, a trap that almost killed everyone was obviously not qualified.

Voldemort came too quickly and they almost died there.

Fanlin didn't speak. In fact, he didn't know how to explain to Harry.

Tell Harry that you were used by us, but this exceeded their expectations. The speed of Voldemort's actions caught them off guard?

Obviously, no matter what kind of explanation it is, it is not something that Harry can accept, especially in Harry's current state.

Being tricked by Voldemort, resulting in injuries to members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Wherever Voldemort appears, someone is bound to have an accident. It's lucky not to die.

"There is no need to feel guilty, Harry. In fact, the fault lies with me, of course..." Dumbledore said, "This feeling is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort, and it will be your strength, Harry. "

Harry felt a fire sweep through his chest, burning in the void of fear, filling him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore, who seemed calm and spoke empty words. "My greatest strength?"

He looked at the Quidditch pitch but turned a blind eye, his voice trembling, "You don't understand... you don't know..."

"What don't I know?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Too many," Harry turned, shuddering petulantly. "I don't want to talk about my feelings right now, okay?"

"Harry, going through this will make you a man! This pain is part of becoming human..."

"Then, I don't want to be a human being!" Harry roared, grabbed the silver instrument next to him and threw it out. The instrument hit the wall and turned into pieces and fell to the ground. Some portraits screamed in anger, Almodo...Dipai Te's portrait says, "Really!"

"I don't care!", Harry yelled at them, grabbing a mirror and throwing it into the fire, "I've had enough, I've seen enough, I want to get out, I want it all to be over, I just want it all to be over, I don't care about him anymore..."

He grabbed the table with the silver instruments and threw it, and it fell to the ground, its legs scattered in all directions.

"You do care," said Dumbledore, he didn't flinch, didn't make a move to stop Harry from destroying his room, his expression was still so calm, even a little indifferent. "You care so much that you even want to die because of this pain."

"I'm not!" Harry screamed, so loudly that he felt his throat might tear, and for a moment he even wanted to rush to Dumbledore and attack him, smash his calm face, hurt him, and make him feel a little panic in his heart.

What is this? Being easily controlled, being played with?

Even at that time, he wanted to die?

This might be what Voldemort's consciousness brought to him, but if it was completely false...

Dumbledore had been hiding it from him, and he was just a...

"Yes, you are," Dumbledore said calmer, "You have now lost your mother, your father, and all the secrets of your father that you knew, of course you care!"

"You don't know how I feel!" Harry shouted, "You stand here, but you don't understand, why am I entangled with him? He almost killed me, killed everyone, why..."

Harry didn't continue to speak, because he found that no matter how he described it, the anger became more and more intense.

However, words were not enough, and breaking things was of no help. He wanted to run away, never wanting to look back, he wanted to go to a place where he could no longer see the bright blue eyes in front of him staring at him, and the hateful calm old face. He turned and rushed to the door, grabbed the door handle and tried to twist it.

The door still couldn't be opened.

Harry turned around and faced Dumbledore.

"Let me out," he said, shaking from head to toe.

"No." Dumbledore said simply. They stared at each other for a moment.

"Let me out," Harry said again.

"No," Dumbledore repeated.

"If you don't...if you keep me locked up here...if you don't let me..."

"Just keep destroying my room." Dumbledore said, "I dare say I have too much." He went to his chair and sat down, then looked at Harry.

"Let me out," Harry said again, his tone cold and even as calm as Dumbledore's.

"We have to talk about your mood now, Harry..."

"You...you think I want...you want me to...I don't care what you want to say!" Harry roared, "I don't want to hear anything you say!"

"You will." Dumbledore said calmly, "Because you are not as angry with me as you should be. If you really want to attack me, like I know you almost did that time, I will know it completely."

"What did you say..."

"What happened today is entirely my own fault," Dumbledore said, "In fact, whether it is putting you in danger or anything else, I am too confident, confident that I can handle everything by my own ability, but obviously, there are some uncontrollable accidents and this..."

Harry still stood by the door, his hand still on the handle, but he could no longer realize these. He stared at Dumbledore, almost unable to breathe, almost unable to understand what he heard.

"Please sit down," Dumbledore said. "This is not an order, this is a request."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked through a messy room and sat down on the chair facing Dumbledore.

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," Dumbledore said, "an explanation of an old man's mistake. Because I now realize that I should have done this earlier, but in fact I didn't, so I'm very sorry to you. This mistake is caused by old age. You don't understand the feelings and thoughts of the elderly, but it is a crime for the elderly to forget that they were once young... and I just forgot." The sun was rising at this moment, and the mountain was outlined with a clear orange edge, and the sky above was gradually becoming less colorful and brighter. The light shone on Dumbledore, his silver eyebrows and beard, and the deep wrinkles on his face. "You should have recovered too, if you don't mind..." "I don't mind, Professor!" Van Lin said, and sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore with Harry. "I guess, fifteen years ago," Dumbledore said, "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guessed that it was a bond between you and Voldemort." "You told me this before, Professor!" Harry said frankly, he didn't mind being rude, he no longer minded anything. "Yes," Dumbledore apologized, "Yes, but you see, it all started with your scar. Apparently, when you returned to wizarding society, my suspicions were proven to be correct. Your scar gave you early warning when Voldemort approached you or when he was emotional."

"I know," Harry said wearily.

"This is your ability - to detect Voldemort's presence, even when he was in disguise, and to know his thoughts when he was emotional. This became increasingly apparent when Voldemort regained his body and restored his magic."

Harry nodded tiredly, he already knew this.

"Recently," Dumbledore said, "I have become concerned that Voldemort may have this connection with you. Apparently, you have entered his mind many times so that he can notice this. Of course, what I want to say is The night you witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked."

"Well, Snape told me," Harry whispered.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him, "have you ever wondered why I haven't explained this to you until now? Why didn't I teach you Occlumency myself? Why didn't I visit you for months? Woolen cloth?"

Harry looked over and could see that Dumbledore was now sad and tired.

"Yes," Harry whispered, "I have thought about it."

"You know." Dumbledore continued, "I believe it won't be long before Voldemort will try to get into your heart, manipulate and mislead your thinking. I can no longer give him the incentive to do this. I imagine if he knew about the relationship between you and me. The relationship between principal and student is not just that, he will take the opportunity to probe me through you, I worry about the possibility that he may try to control you one day or when we get too close. The idea that Voldemort would control you and use you was correct, I think I see him in your eyes..."

Harry remembered the day when his eyes met with Dumbledore's and he felt a sleeping snake seeming to rise from within, ready to attack.

"Voldemort's goal of dominating you, as he demonstrated tonight, will not bring about my destruction, but it will bring about your destruction. He hopes that by simply controlling you for a while, I will sacrifice you in an attempt to destroy him. , so you see, I tried to distance myself from you to protect you, Harry, an old man's mistake..."

He sighed deeply. Harry let the words flow. If he had heard this a month ago, he would have been very interested. However, now the rift in his heart caused by the panic caused by Voldemort's invasion and the uncontrollable changes made this explanation seem impossible. unimportant……

"Sirius told me that when you dreamed that Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked that night you felt Voldemort awakening from within you. I immediately thought that my fears were correct. Voldemort had realized that he could Using you, in order to prevent you from being controlled by Voldemort, I arranged a psychic defense class with Professor Snape."

He paused, and Harry looked at the sunlight streaming slowly across Dumbledore's delicate table, illuminating the silver inkwell and red quill. Harry knew that all the portraits around them were awake and listening to Dumbledore's explanation. He could hear the occasional scraping sound of the dress and a gentle cough.

"Professor Snape discovered," Dumbledore continued, "that you had dreamed of the door to the Ministry of Mysteries. Of course, Voldemort had heard the prophecy after regaining his voice, so he knew about that door, so You know it too, even though you don’t know exactly what it means.”

"Then you have Luke Wood, who worked at the Ministry of Mysteries before his arrest, telling Voldemort what we all knew before, which is that the Ministry of Magic's Prophecy Orbs are so tightly guarded that only those specifically named can be removed from the shelf. Endure the frenzy to pick them up, so that either Voldemort risks being exposed by entering the Ministry of Magic himself, or you pick them up for him. This makes it especially urgent that you must learn Occlumency." (To be continued)