A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 651: Wotuyuan

In the circular room of the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in a chair behind the long-legged table, looking down at a wand. He looked tired, especially from Harry's angle, his face as wrinkled as the brown shell left on a hard-boiled egg.

"Good evening, sir." Harry broke the silence. .

"Ah, good evening, Harry." Dumbledore raised his head from under his half-moon spectacles - which made the wrinkles on his forehead more visible, and said with a smile: "Please sit down, Poppy told me you I was discharged from the hospital today, and I thought it would be okay to move the course to next week."

Harry didn't know how to answer, he said "hmm", moved a chair and sat opposite Dumbledore.

"Poppy said you're fine, but I still want to make sure that you don't feel any discomfort next time, right?"

"No," said Harry hastily, brushing away the hair covering his forehead, where the scar was covered with a thin layer of blood scabs, "it hasn't troubled me since I woke up, but my nose has been Itching, Madam Pomfrey carefully recorded it for two days, until later I found the dwarf puff grass that Ginny had dropped under the bed...I think it was because of the resurrection stone." He took off the black gemstone ring on his hand and put it on on the table.

"I don't need it now, sir.

Dumbledore smiled and listened with interest.

"The time in the school hospital is really tough. That's why your friend gave you a travel book? I read two pages, and it seems to record things from a long time ago."

"Well," said Harry cautiously, "Ron, whom I found in the library during the Christmas break, knew I had been reading this book lately,

Just bring it here and let me pass the time. "

Dumbledore nodded understandingly.

"Sir, whose wand is this?" Harry couldn't help asking. He looked at the white wand on the table. In the shape of a beast's claw, with irregular spikes.

"This is yew wood, and its core is made of phoenix feathers." Dumbledore turned his gaze to one side, and Harry followed his gaze,

Fox was taking a rest on the perch, Harry had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out:

"Is this Voldemort's wand?"

His voice was so loud that even Fawkes was startled awake, giving Harry a reproachful look and hiding his head in his wings. The portrait of the principal hanging on the wall of the circular office secretly looked up at them.

"This is Voldemort's wand." Dumbledore repeated: "On Christmas in your fourth year, Felix and I raided Voldemort's hiding place. Run away, this is one of the trophies."

Harry stared unwillingly at the yew wand, which Voldemort held to kill his parents and left him with an incurable scar...

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry came to his senses and saw Dumbledore putting his wand away in the drawer.

"I'm sorry, sir," whispered Harry.

"Don't say I'm sorry, Harry." Dumbledore paused slightly, and then said in a formal tone: "You must have understood,

Why do we sit together on weekend nights, although I'm welcome if you want to chat with me, but obviously we have more important tasks. "

"Yes, I know," said Harry, "for the soul fragments in my brain, you said you had a way.

"Yes, that's it." Dumbledore said: "You will find that my method is slightly different from Felix's. I need you to participate more deeply and know what you are going to do. For this reason we Need one"

He stretched out his hand, and the cabinet door behind Harry suddenly popped open, and a shallow stone basin flew out of it, and landed firmly on the table between the two of them.

"One—the Pensieve," he finished.

Harry stared blankly at the Pensieve, not understanding the relationship between them. He tentatively asked, "Do you want me to learn something?" For example, some kind of advanced magic, Harry guessed in his heart.

"To be precise, to witness something." Dumbledore said, shaking his finger at him, a small crystal bottle with the thickness of a thumb appeared in the raised hand, and he unscrewed the cork , and poured the silver memory floating like cotton wool into the stone basin.

"Whose memory is this, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"Mine." Dumbledore said briefly: "We'll talk when we go in, I have to leave enough time for discussion. You come first."

Harry took a deep breath and plunged into the memory of the Pensieve. As he continued to fall, he found a solid touch under his feet. He opened his eyes and kept searching. Because according to past experience, the owner of the memory must be nearby.

Then he saw it.

In front of him was a small gray village with low, dilapidated houses with a sense of age, surrounded by patches of green and brown. But that's not the point, he found a little boy with auburn hair under a big tree, about eight or nine years old, and he was staring at his palm very intently.

Harry took a few steps closer before realizing that he had misread it, a leaf floating in the boy's hand. Harry was pretty sure the boy hadn't said any spells, but the leaves kept changing colors.

"That's me." At this moment, Dumbledore appeared next to Harry and introduced.

They watched silently for a few minutes, and the scene remained unchanged, which made Harry feel a little impatient, and he also discovered the first advantage of the boy—or Dumbledore in his childhood. ,patience.

The boy has clearly been here a long time, as evidenced by the pile of leaves of various colors that surround him. But he has never shown any impatience, and now he has fixed the leaves between red and brown, constantly adjusting for subtle changes in color.

Harry suddenly realized that the boy was going to change the leaves to match his own hair color.

"Albus! Albus—it's time to eat."

Another little boy appeared. He looked two or three years younger than Albus who was sitting under the tree, and the two wore similar clothes, but the later one got himself dirty, and although his hair was also reddish brown, he just looked the same. Very messy and awkward.

"That's my brother, Aberforth," said Dumbledore duly.

Aberforth ran all the way over, panting and flushed, "Albus, it's time to eat!" he shouted at the top of his voice. "Wait a moment

—Right now. "Albus said, after more than ten seconds, he finally stopped, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Now the leaf is finally the exact color of his hair.

"Let's go." He said briskly.

"Ah, you are secretly practicing magic again!" Aberforth seemed to have just realized it, and shouted: "I want to tell my parents, you wait to be taught a lesson!"

"Then you can't get colored leaves."

"Is this for me?"

Aberforth asked in surprise, and was about to reach for it, but Albus dodged it.

"I've prepared several pure-colored ones, but I'll let Ariana pick them first." Albus stood up as he spoke, and they walked along a dirt road to the village together.

"Let's follow, Harry." Dumbledore said softly, and Harry noticed that his voice was trembling abnormally, "Let me introduce my family to you..."

As they passed the signpost, Harry saw the name of the village written on a rough piece of wood: The Fertile Fields.

He couldn't help but have a question: Don't the Dumbledore family live in Godric's Hollow? He had seen it in the letter his mother wrote to Sirius, and there was absolutely no mistake. Could it be that the Dumbledore family moved there later?

He was about to ask a question, but saw that Dumbledore's eyes were moist, so Harry fell silent. They silently followed behind the pair of young brothers in front, and Harry couldn't help guessing where they lived. He looked far and wide, and from all kinds of gray, tiger-headed and tiger-headed small houses, he chose the one that best suited his aesthetics. Yes, and he swears that the outside of the house bears the hallmarks of wizarding life in many details.

He walked forward resolutely, but the brothers made a detour, and just when Harry suspected that he had guessed wrong, he saw a beautiful back garden, blocked by a tight hedge.

"Ariana! We're back!" Aberforth yelled.

Harry heard a rush of footsteps, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and was about to be side by side with the two brothers in his memory, there was a burst of "rustle"

With a sound, the tall and thick hedge was separated by a narrow gap, revealing a pair of timid eyes.

"Sir, this is one"

Harry turned his head and found that Dumbledore had stopped far away, with an unfamiliar expression of wincing and longing on his face. Harry suddenly had a strange idea, maybe Dumbledore was afraid of facing the scene alone, so he called him over.

Felix is ​​sitting in the Three Broomsticks with a glass of iced lemonade on the table.

He had been staying for a while, and the bar proprietress, Mrs. Rosmerta, came over, gritted her teeth and said, "Mr. Hype, you can't bring those guys here, I still have business!"

"But I paid, Ms. Rosmerta."

"That's right but they scare my other guests away, and what if they try to bite me tonight? I haven't slept well in the past few days, I'm not complaining...but today is so special, in case - They suddenly go crazy, I don't have your skills."

"It's really embarrassing for you, why don't you pay double for the consumption during this period, and - I will take them away later. As you said, they are indeed a bit dangerous today."

"Really?" Mrs. Rosmerta's eyes lit up, and she seemed relieved. "You should have done this a long time ago, but the double reward will be exempted. As long as you can come here a few more times, many people expect to see you here." She covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"I don't know when I became so popular." Felix said quietly.

"Lately," said Mrs. Rosmerta seriously, "like Carlotta Pinkstone—yes, I know the woman,

She lived with me for a while, but now I don't know where she went..."

"I like the female Auror with color-changing hair better than her, her jokes about witches, healers, and meeboots are just plain good,

Forgive me for not understanding at the time, she seemed to be sullen for half an hour, if you meet her, tell me, her joke is very funny"

Felix blinked and said, "I will."

Ms. Rosmerta turned around and left. After a while, she offered a free glass of Flame Whiskey, but before Felix could take a few sips, people came down from upstairs one after another. These people seemed to be carved out of the same mold:

In tattered and patched clothes, he looked haggard, with a sullen face, looking around nervously. They were the ones Felix had invited, the werewolves. But when Felix waved at them, instead of relaxing, they became more vigilant.

"Okay, everyone." Felix snapped his fingers, and a dozen heavy money bags fell on the table, "For the sake of King Gallon, I ask you to line up and follow me .I built a temporary shelter for you on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, where you will spend the next week."

Felix headed out.

A group of werewolves looked at each other, and the man didn't give them a chance to speak at all. After a stalemate for a while, a tall and burly man came out, grabbed a money bag and looked inside, others found that his face seemed to be illuminated by a ball of bright light.

Boom!

The man swallowed, put the bag in his arms, and walked out. The other werewolves followed silently.

Before the lights were turned off, Harry came back with a dazed and even panicked look on his face. He read the password twice as if he was sleepwalking. I was held back.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

"Hermione? I'm fine," Harry muttered.

"How can it be okay? We were standing at the door just now, but you completely ignored us. Ron called you twice." Hermione said softly, and Ron nodded aside, indicating that she was talking about everything real.

"What did Dumbledore teach you?" Ron asked anxiously. "But whatever it is, I guess it's going to be really hard, you look a little like Luna," he said, staring at the look on Harry's face.

Harry still shook his head, "He showed me some memories, um, I'm not sure yet anyway, I'll talk about it tomorrow, good night." He wanted to go in again, he just wanted to lie on the bed now, A person is quiet.

But he was pulled back again, and this time it was Ron—the fat lady was not very happy: "Can you get in or not!" "Don't go,

We are going to the garden. Ron looked at the puzzled Harry and winked at him, "Today is a full moon." "

"Full moon?" Harry said blankly, and it took a moment for him to understand what he meant.

"Yeah, I don't think you plan to give up Animagus, do you? You can also get a Mandrake blade for free," Ron said, frowning, "but I can't, Both were used up, and I'd have to do a month's labor for Sprout or pay for them myself, but I figured, since there's some at school... Hermione because of one"

"I feel the throbbing of the Animagus." Hermione said briefly.

"Great!" Harry gave a thumbs up.

"Are you laughing at me? I know it all." Hermione glared at Harry fiercely. Harry found Ron quietly fiddling with his nails,

Whispered softly: "Well, while you were in class, an interesting thing happened. Hermione was showing off to me, and I couldn't help myself

"I'm not showing off!" Hermione squealed, leading the way downstairs.

Ron and Harry exchanged a meaningful glance.

"Perhaps Hermione should be given your insight into character flaws, Harry," said Ron.

"I don't want to ask for trouble," said Harry immediately.

They came to the courtyard, where Professor McGonagall and some students were already waiting. But Harry keenly noticed that the number of people who came today was a few fewer than the first time, "A few gave up." Hermione whispered, she turned her head and looked around, "Why didn't you see Professor Haip?"

Professor McGonagall told them this question when he distributed the Mandrake leaves.

"Your Professor Haipu is on leave. He has important things to deal with."

"At this time?" Ernie McMillan murmured, "It doesn't sound very believable."

"But it's true," said Professor McGonagall sternly. "If I were you, I'd put more effort into practice, McMillan."

After distributing the new Mandrake leaves and listening to the precautions, the students dispersed. Hermione reported her latest progress to Professor McGonagall, and then they returned to the castle.

On the way, Hermione mentioned Dumbledore's class again, and Harry was very grateful that he had a mandrake leaf stuffed in his mouth, which gave him an excuse to talk less, even though the leaf in his mouth was no longer It affects me too much.

He briefly chatted with Ron and Hermione, and then went back to the dormitory. Leaving Ron and Hermione staring at each other.

"Isn't his class going well?" Ron asked worriedly.

"Maybe Dumbledore showed Harry some shocking memory, and he couldn't accept it for a while," Hermione whispered, "Although I can't guess what it will do to Harry's scar, it must be that Dumbledore Lido has his reasons. Let's ask more carefully tomorrow."

In the dormitory, Harry lay on the bed, feeling like something inside him had collapsed.

In the beginning, everything was good. He and Dumbledore spent half an hour in reality, watching the former Dumbledore family having dinner and exchanging gifts. The overall atmosphere was pleasant and admirable. , Immediately after the next memory, their situation took a turn for the worse, not only moved, but the smile on their faces disappeared, the youngest, Ariana, was nervous, and Aberforth always clenched his fists when no one was around~IndoMTL.com ~The eyes were burning with anger; Albus was quieter, but there was a flash of grief in his eyes when he looked at his sister...

The most important thing is that the hero is gone.

When Ariana was six years old, she performed magic in the garden. Three Muggle boys saw this scene through the hedge. Savage courage struck her. Since then, Ariana has been severely traumatized and can no longer control her magic. My father was so angry that he went to the Muggles and gave them a hard lesson, and then... he was locked in Azkaban, and we, alas, we chose to leave that sad place, no one could have predicted a greater tragedy waiting for us."

The first class ended when young Albus received his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore didn't ask Harry to keep it a secret, which seemed to mean he could tell Ron and Hermione, but he just said something innocuous, and he felt it was his duty to keep Dumbledore's headmaster's past a secret , as if letting others know of his tragic experience is a kind of blasphemy against his great personality.

He didn't know why he thought so, and he didn't understand why Dumbledore let him see this. In Harry's view, Dumbledore seemed to show his experience **** to himself in a cruel way. in front of the students.

He stared at the full moon outside the window, and seemed to hear the howling of wolves. Of course, Harry would not know that a dozen werewolves were undergoing a collective transformation far away on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

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