Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 1097: Only one can live
"He was furious!"
Harry suddenly opened his eyes and jerked himself back to his current reality. At the moment, he was sitting in an armchair in Dumbledore's office, and Dumbledore was leaning over to look at him.
"Voldemort has had too many troubles tonight."
Dumbledore waved his wand, conjured a glass of butterbeer out of thin air and handed it to Harry, explaining with a smile, "After all, I think he must be very angry that you have ruined a plan for half a year. Li, I still hope you can shut your brain off."
"It's not easy, Albert is right, I'm not gifted at Occlumency." Harry didn't think it was such a bad thing to be able to sense Voldemort's emotions, at least he could Get a lot of useful information.
"That's his excuse for being too lazy to teach you." Dumbledore comforted, "As long as you study hard, you can always learn. It depends on your attitude towards this matter."
"Maybe, but that guy rarely lies."
Harry had long realized that he had little talent for Occlumency.
"Maybe it's time." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Maybe, I should tell you what you need to know."
"That prophecy?"
Harry took a sip of butterbeer and asked curiously.
He guessed right, Dumbledore knew exactly what was in the prophecy sphere.
"Yes, it's about that prophecy," Dumbledore said, nodding. "As you think, I do know what the prophecy is all about."
"Is this really good?" Harry asked himself, "If Voldemort keeps peeping into my brain, he might be able to dig out this part of the memory."
"Maybe, but he wouldn't do that."
"Why?"
"Remember Quirrell?" Dumbledore explained. "Your soul was too hot for Voldemort, like putting your hand on a red-hot iron."
"But he could still spy on you through my eyes before," Harry reminded.
"Yes, he actually wanted me to give up and sacrifice you, but you have overcome Voldemort's influence on you." Dumbledore said calmly: "Now I can feel that voyeurism disappear. , Voldemort apparently gave up."
"That's the effect of the phlegm."
"But Voldemort doesn't know, he trusts his own judgment more." Dumbledore whispered, "That's the arrogance of genius."
"Albert like that too?"
Harry recalled the Albert he knew and found this to be true, Albert had always been confident.
Dumbledore stood up, walked to the black cabinet next to the Phoenix Perch, took out the shallow Pensieve from the cabinet and placed it in front of Harry, and pulled out a few strands of silver thought fibers from his brain Put into Pensieve.
The liquid in the Pensieve began to swirl, and a figure appeared on the water, which Harry recognized, Sybill Trelawney.
The professor of divination in the Pensieve is in a strange state that Harry has seen before, and she is giving a prophecy.
"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month... The Dark Lord marks him as his rival, but he Possesses energy that the Dark Lord does not understand...one must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives...the one who has the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be at the end of the seventh month Born..."
The office is dead silent.
"So, I have to kill Voldemort?"
Harry was the first to break the silence, looking up at Dumbledore.
"This is not an easy task, Voldemort is much better than me, maybe I should give up the title of savior to Albert, he may have a way to kill Voldemort."
After noticing Dumbledore's gaze, Harry shrugged, "Okay, I'm just kidding, Voldemort knew about this prophecy?"
"No, Voldemort must know there is such a prophecy, and know the general content, otherwise he would not come to kill me, but he should not know the whole content, so he hopes to get the prophecy ball, but that thing has been used I'm ruined."
"Yes, he knows a little bit ahead."
"At that time, I went to see an applicant who wanted to be a professor of divination. I think you should know that there are very few wizards who are really good at divination, and the applicant happened to be a very well-known and very talented prophet. Great-great-granddaughter. Although, in my opinion, she did not inherit any talent for divination, I went to see her out of courtesy."
Dumbledore looked at the Pensieve, lost in fleeting memories.
"But I never dreamed that I would hear some very valuable prophecy. It's a pity that you can't expect the conversation to be kept secret in a place like the Hog's Head, and there is a person hiding outside eavesdropping, although he He was soon found and thrown out of the bar.
"Who eavesdropped on this prophecy," Harry asked suddenly. "That guy must be a Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew?"
"I thought you would pay more attention to the content of the prophecy." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
Finding that Dumbledore wasn't going to tell him who the guy who eavesdropped on the prophecy was, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't look any further, because he knew that Dumbledore probably wouldn't say it, and if it was really necessary, he would Can spend a little Galleon to find Albert's help to find that guy.
"So, after Voldemort heard the prophecy, he came to kill me." Harry couldn't help but complain.
"Yes, but he failed because he didn't hear the prophecy behind, Voldemort never knew it was dangerous to attack you, otherwise he wouldn't have risked transmitting energy to you to attack Instead, you should be patient and wait until you have more information."
"Perhaps, he was probably afraid that it would be too late to start. Now that he kills people, there will be less trouble." Harry could understand Voldemort's thinking mode, stifling danger in the cradle, and facing danger directly Much safer.
"I think the energy in the prophecy that the Dark Lord doesn't understand makes Voldemort feel threatened." Dumbledore explained, "Voldemort has dabbled in many aspects. Maybe he can't predict, but he must have understood the prophecy. , when someone told him that prophecy, maybe he didn't take that prophecy seriously at first, but after parts of the prophecy came true, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore...he would never allow the prophecy to come true , so he took action."
"Do I have something like that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Of course you have Harry."
"Courage?"
"No, I love Harry," said Dumbledore gently.
"Love?" Harry muttered. "It's so incomprehensible."
"Your mother sacrificed herself to save you. That's the power of love," Dumbledore whispered. "And Voldemort had no love at all, not at all."
"He's such a poor bastard," Harry muttered.
"Yes, he is pitiful, but not sympathetic."
"However, I still think the prophecy is very unreliable. Neville is also at the end of July, and his family is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Although I don't know if they can defeat Voldemort three times, I think my father probably can't, here Presumably referring to foiling Voldemort's plot."
"Besides, Voldemort still believes such unreliable predictions, is he an idiot? Any guy in his right mind knows that Sybill Trelawney is a liar, otherwise how could a great master of prophecy be so impoverished Going to a ghostly place like the Hog's Head Bar? You must know that Albert's predictions are starting from hundreds of gallons."
Faced with Harry's complaints, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence again.
"He didn't know that the prophecy was made by Sybill, and perhaps the person who told him the prophecy didn't know either." Dumbledore whispered, "It may have something to do with me, because in Voldemort's perception, this I got someone to do the prophecy, and maybe he misunderstood that I was trying to get someone to deal with him. But, you're right, there were two kids who fit that prophecy."
"Me and Neville?" Harry was a little surprised, but even more confused, "And Voldemort chose me? Or he actually wanted to kill both of them, and I was just the first to be chosen by him. The hapless bastard?"
"Voldemort chose you probably because you are half-blood, like him." Dumbledore explained: "According to his creed, only pure-blood wizards have value."
"He's half-blood himself, is he pretending to be pure-blood?" Harry wanted to rant about Voldemort's values. "If only pure-blooded wizards are worth living, why didn't he die himself."
Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's complaints and said to himself, "Unfortunately, Voldemort chose you first, and paid a heavy price for it, so Voldemort believes that you are the person in the prophecy, and After Voldemort's failed attack on you, the official records were relabeled."
"A few hours after Voldemort's defeat, his supporters are still at large, brutal outlaws, and I don't think it will be long before they figure out what Voldemort went missing after going to Potter's house. News, you're in more danger than everyone else," Dumbledore continued. "My first priority is to keep you alive, because I don't believe Voldemort is going to die, he has a vast knowledge of magic, and some can A way to save his life. In fact, he is not dead, and he will still come back one day."
"Your mother's sacrifice made blood ties the best option for me," Dumbledore explained calmly, looking at Harry's eyes, "so, I choose your uncle, aunt, and nothing else. The wizarding family raised you, and I think you must have similar doubts."
"Yeah," Harry said without hesitation. "They hated me, and I hated them, and my life was terrible before I left for Hogwarts, when I dreamed of leaving the house."
"Sorry, I know that many wizarding families are not only happy to adopt you, but also to raise you as their own son, but I need you to stay away from the wizarding world, away from all this, and grow up smoothly." Dumbledore With a little guilt, he said, "Although your childhood may have been unhappy, at least you are still alive, like a normal child, not like James, like a spoiled little prince. In fact, you You should have seen quite a few similar cases."
"Draco Malfoy, and Dudley." Harry pouted. From Snape's memory, he knew what his father was like, and to be honest, he didn't like that time. James.
"When I saw you again at the opening ceremony, you were at least healthy and alive, and I was equally proud of you for what you did next. You stopped Voldemort from taking the Philosopher's Stone and delayed it. Time for him to regain his magic."
"At the time, I said to myself, you're too young to know this because it's unacceptable for a child your size."
Harry fell into a brief silence again, and he could feel that Dumbledore had been silently guiding his growth, at least when he was at the Philosopher's Stone.
A simple experiment, no doubt successful.
Harry wasn't outraged by this, perhaps because of what he'd been through, or because the effects of the Flux are still there.
"Perhaps, you've wondered why I didn't pick you as a prefect, and I have to admit that you already have too many responsibilities. I've told myself over and over again ~IndoMTL.com~ that you're too young , keep making excuses for yourself." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with relief: "Maybe, my thanks to Anderson, he made you grow up completely, just now, I realized that you are ready, And I must tell you these secrets as soon as possible, and let you take on this burden, rather than waiting for you to graduate from Hogwarts, because Voldemort has been resurrected and it is too late."
"But how do I defeat Voldemort, how do I kill him, and I can't even do the Avada Throwing Charm," Harry asked in confusion.
"Don't worry, I'll give you a private class next semester and teach you something."
"Separate class?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Sir, what will you teach me, the powerful magic that can kill Voldemort?"
"Oh, this is a secret for now, I suggest you focus on your next owls exam." Dumbledore said lightly, "I heard you want to be an Auror in the future."
"It's not easy," Harry muttered.
"You should have confidence in yourself," Dumbledore said suddenly. "Oh, by the way, one more thing. I think you need friends, Harry. Relieve in front of Miss Min Granger, you will hurt their feelings by keeping such an important matter from them."
"Can I tell Sirius?" Harry asked expectantly.
"Sirius has a right to know," said Dumbledore. "I'll tell him about it myself."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said to Dumbledore, "Then I'll go first."
While leaving the Headmaster's office, Harry saw Hermione and Ron waving at him, with Sirius standing behind them smiling at him.
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