HP Magic Biography

Who on earth escaped?

This is a big problem for Harry. Barty Crouch Jr. has died in prison, but Fanlin said that it is impossible for a living person to escape the dementor.

Without Animagus, even Azkaban would not be able to make one step. Perhaps this is just a guess.

Harry felt that the scene in front of him was getting further and further away, and soon the world before him returned to darkness.

It seems that this memory has also come to the end, and all the important Judgment Days about Wisengamo have passed.

Fanlin wanted to see how Lucius Malfoy got away, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to watch.

"I think, Harry, it's time to go back to the office." A voice rang in Harry's ears.

Harry was taken aback, he looked around.

Fanlin nodded at the visitor, and then withdrew from the space of the meditation basin.

Harry was a little anxious. He looked to the right. On his right was Albus Dumbledore sitting on his right, watching Crouch’s son being dragged out by Demont—he also had Albus Dumbledore on his left. Is looking at him.

"Let's go." Mr. Dumbledore on the left reached into Harry's arms, and Harry felt himself ascending into the air, the dungeon disappeared, and in the darkness, he felt that he was slowly tossing, suddenly, His feet fell on the ground and found himself standing in Dumbledore's sunny office, with the stone basin in the cupboard gleaming in front of him.

Albus Dumbledore was also standing by his side, and likewise, there was Fanlin, who was also by his side.

"Professor," Harry panted, "I know I shouldn't—I didn’t mean—the cabinet door opened a little bit and—"

Harry looked at Van Lin, and then looked away. If Dumbledore blamed him, Harry would be happy to fight Van Lin, but...

"I fully understand." Dumbledore said.

He took the basin to his table, then sat down, and he motioned for Harry and Fanlin to sit opposite.

The two sat down while Harry was still staring at the stone basin. The contents of the basin returned to its original shape, a silver-white substance, which revolved with his breathing, playing in the microwave.

"I believe that Fanlin has already explained something to you. It's called the Pendulum," Dumbledore said lightly. "Sometimes I find-you should know this feeling-my mind is full Too many thoughts and memories."

"Uh..." To be honest, Harry didn't feel that way.

"Many times," Dumbledore said, pointing to the stone basin, "I use the Pendant Basin. It can absorb one's thoughts, pour it into the basin, and then wait for it to look at. When in this form , You can more easily find patterns and connections."

"You mean... those are your thoughts? That is, memories?" Harry stared at the spinning matter in the basin.

"Of course." Dumbledore said. "I'll show it to you." Dumbledore took his wand out of his arms and placed one end near his temple. Then he took the wand away. The hair seemed to be glued to it-but it was actually a silvery white substance contained in the meditation basin. Dumbledore put the new idea in the basin, and Harry was surprised to find His own face floated on the surface.

Dumbledore put his hands on the ends of the basin and stirred it, just as a gold digger stirred the sand looking for sand gold... Harry saw his own face changed to Snape's, and he spoke to the ceiling with his mouth open. His voice echoed softly.

"It's back... so is Karkaroff... he is stronger than before..."

"I should have discovered this connection long ago." Dumbledore sighed. "But it doesn't matter." He looked over the half-moon glasses at Harry, who was still staring at Snape's face with his mouth open.

"When Mr. Fudge came to talk with us, I was using the penis. I hurriedly took it away. You know, this thing is not a legal item. There is no doubt that I did not close the cabinet door. Naturally it Caught your attention."

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Curiosity is not wrong, but we should be wary of our curiosity..."

Neither Fanlin nor Harry spoke. In fact, for Fanlin and Harry, what Dumbledore said was completely different.

It was like, Fanlin could not get too involved in Dumbledore's guidance of Harry.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, then touched the substance with the tip of his staff. Suddenly, a person came up from inside, a girl about sixteen years old, plump and sad. She began to rotate slowly, her feet still not showing through the basin.

She didn’t notice Harry or Professor Dumbledore at all, and her voice echoed, as if rising from the pelvic floor: “He said a spell to me, Dumbledore, I’m just joking with him, sir. , I just said that I saw him kiss Frons behind the greenhouse last week..."

"But why, Percy," Dumbledore said sadly, and now the girl didn't speak but was spinning. "Why did you go with him in the first place?"

"Percy?" Harry said, "That—it's Percy. Zorkins?"

"Yes," Dumbledore touched the bottom of the basin again. Percy descended, and the substance became silvery again and no longer transparent.

"This is Percy in my memory, when she was still in school."

The silver light from the **** illuminated Dumbledore’s face, and Harry suddenly realized how old he looked. Of course he knew that Dumbledore began to grow old long ago, but he never really realized it. Dumbledore is an old man.

Fanlin also looked at Dumbledore quietly and had to admit that Dumbledore had an image of a kind elder, but a very intuitive question, how long can Dumbledore live?

"Harry," Dumbledore said, "Don't you say you have something to tell me before I go out?"

"Yes," Harry said, "Professor—I was in the Astronomy Tower just now,—uh—I fell asleep."

Harry hesitated, feeling uneasy waiting to be scolded, but Dumbledore only said, "What's the matter, keep talking."

"I had a dream," Harry said, "a dream about Voldemort. He is torturing a vampire... the vampire is called... Peters--"

"I see," Dumbledore said quickly. "please continue."

"Voldemort received a letter. He said that Peters' mistakes had been made up. He said that someone was crazy, his soul was confused, and there was no way to recover at all, and then he said Peters didn't need to be eaten by a snake-he had A big snake. He said-he said he would take me to feed the snake. Then he cast the Crublers charm on Peters-and then my scar started to hurt, "said Harry," it hurts like that Great, it woke me up."

Dumbledore barely saw him. "Uh, that's it." Harry said.

"I see." Dumbledore said quietly. "Let me think about it. Then when did your scar hurt this year, except that it hurt the whole night?"

"No, no, I—how do you know it hurts all night?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Sirius didn't just communicate with you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I have been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year."

Dumbledore stood up and walked around behind the table, adding his thoughts to the meditation basin from time to time. The silver-white thoughts turned faster and faster in the basin. Harry couldn't see what was on it, but only saw one. blurry.

"Professor?" After a few minutes, he said softly. Dumbledore stopped and looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry," he said, and sat down on his desk.

"You—do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously, and after a while, he said, "I have an idea, I don’t know if it’s... I think whenever Voldemort is very close to you, or he feels a strong hatred, you Your scar will hurt."

"But... why?" "Perhaps there is a connection between the two of you because of the failed spell." Dumbledore said, "That's not an ordinary scar."

"So you think... that dream... did it really happen?"

"It's possible," Dumbledore said. "I can only say—probably. Harry—did you see Voldemort at the time?"

"No," Harry said. "It's just the back of his chair. But—even if it's upside down, he can't be seen, right? I mean, he doesn't have a body yet...but how did he hold the wand? ?" Harry said slowly.

"How can it be done?" Dumbledore muttered. "How on earth..." For a while, neither Dumbledore nor Harry spoke.

Dumbledore thought, adding his thoughts to the meditation basin from time to time.

"Professor," Harry said at last, "Do you think he is becoming stronger than before?"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore stared at Harry.

This unique sharp vision always made Harry feel that he was completely seen through, which even Moody's magic eye could not do.

"Harry, I just doubt it."

"During the years when Voldemort was secretly building up his strength," he said, "many people have disappeared. At the place where Voldemort was last seen, Percy Zorkins disappeared out of thin air. The same goes for Mr. Crouch... he escaped. , And then went crazy. There is also a third case of disappearance here. It is a pity that the Ministry of Magic did not take it seriously because it concerns a Muggle. His name is Frank Bliss and he lives in a village, Voldemort. His father grew up there. He has disappeared since August last year. You know, unlike most of my friends at the Ministry of Magic, I read Muggle newspapers."

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously and said, "I link these disappearances together. But the Minister disagrees—you have heard it outside the door.

"Harry nodded, and there was silence again between them. Dumbledore still searched for thoughts from time to time. Harry felt that he should go, but Fanlin didn't have the intention to leave. He stayed because of curiosity. Come down.

"Professor?" he said again.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Dumbledore said.

"Uh... can I ask you about... the court I just saw in Bansifori...?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said gravely, "I have participated many times, but I am more aware of some of them...especially now..."

"You know—do you know the interrogation? You found me there. The one about Crouch's son? Uh...Are they talking about Neville's parents? Van Lin told me, Frank Long. Button is Neville's father, and Mrs. Longbottom, both of them are Aurors..."

Dumbledore gave Harry a sharp look. "Navi never told you why he was brought up by his grandmother since he was a child?" he said.

Harry shook his head.

"Yes, Fanlin was right," Dumbledore turned and glanced at Fanlin as if he was blaming, but soon he continued to answer for Harry. "They are talking about Neville's parents," Deng said. Bridet said: "His father, Frank, is an Auror like Moody. Those people have suffered for him and his wife in order to find out where Voldemort went after the fall. You heard it too."

"So they are dead?" Harry asked softly.

"No." Dumbledore's voice was full of bitterness that Harry had never seen before. "They are crazy. Both are being treated for'magical illness and trauma' in St Mungo's hospital. I think Neville is in Visited them with his grandma during the holidays. They no longer recognize him."

Harry sat there, stunned, he never knew...never, four years, trying to find out...

"The Longbottoms are very popular," Dumbledore said. "The attack on them was after the fall of Voldemort. At the time everyone thought it was settled. That incident caused an unprecedented wave of anger. The cabinet was under great pressure. Pressure to bring those criminals to justice. But unfortunately, the Longbottom family's testimony—think of it in that situation—none is very reliable."

"And Mr. Crouch's son shouldn't be involved," Harry said.

Dumbledore shook his head. "As for that, I don't know." Harry was silent, and he looked at the things in the Pensieve and turned.

There were two questions that felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he had to ask... it was related to the crime of the living...

"Uh," he said, "Professor Dumbledore..."

"Then... there will be no more people controlled to participate in dark activities." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Okay," said Harry hastily, and he stared at the contents in the **** again in a daze, which had turned slower and slower, because Dumbledore had stopped thinking about it.

"And...er..." But as if the **** was going to help him ask this question, Snape's face appeared on the surface again.

Dumbledore glanced down, then raised his head to Harry. "Neither did Professor Snape," he said.

Harry looked deeply into Dumbledore’s shiny blue eyes, and the question he really wanted to ask blurted out: "What makes you believe he no longer serves Voldemort, Professor?"

Dumbledore and Harry looked at each other for a few seconds, and then said, "Harry, that's between Professor Snape and me."

"I'm sorry, but I still can't help..." Harry said apologetically, thinking he was so rude.

Fanlin had explained it to him in the **** before, but he couldn't help but ask.

Snape and Voldemort...

It was like a spike, and Harry couldn't pull it out of his throat at all.

He has seen...that mark...

Although he only vaguely saw a little bit, on the wrist, Karkaroff's hand...

Karkaroff was a Death Eater, no wonder he always went to Professor Snape, which made Harry not think much.

Everyone knows that at least a few of them know that Voldemort has returned. Although they don't know what it is, there is no doubt that Voldemort has returned.

What happened in the Quidditch World Cup was done by him. Those vampires, if it weren't for Fanlin, he might have been taken away.

In the later Three Witch Fighting Contest, I obviously didn’t sign up, but...

Who on earth got in and threw his name into the goblet of fire?

Karkaroff guards and steals himself, and then, now, is he taking refuge in Voldemort?

So, Professor Snape...

Harry felt like he went around and brought himself back. He couldn't treat Snape objectively at all. If someone sneered at you every time they met, whoever would be angry would be angry.

Harry felt he couldn't think about it anymore, he couldn't take Snape out of his inherent image at all, he should calm down.

Yes, Harry knew that the interview was over.

Dumbledore looked lifeless, but the end of the words already hinted that Harry should go. Harry stood up, Dumbledore stood up, and Fanlin.

"Sorry, Professor, I think..."

"Harry, I think you can go back first. I think I have something to discuss with Mr. Fanlin El." Dumbledore said.

Fanlin naturally knew that Dumbledore and what he said were not something Harry should have touched.

"I'll send you out~www.readwn.com~ Harry." Fanlin said, "I think it will be a while before I can return to the Gryffindor lounge. Maybe you can find Luo first. Well, I think Ron would be happy to have a good spell practice with you."

Harry nodded. The spell practice has become a must-have item for him, every day. Although it is a bit boring, the third task...

Maybe, this is deadly. Harry didn't want to die too miserably, and he didn't want to be with Myrtle.

"Harry," Dumbledore said when Harry walked to the door, "please don't tell anyone about Neville's parents. He has the right to wait until he is mentally prepared."

"Okay, Professor." Harry said as he turned to leave. "And—" Harry turned his head.

Dumbledore was standing behind his desk, his face illuminated by the silver light, and he looked older than ever.

He stared at Harry for a while, and then said, "I hope your third mission goes well; I wish you good luck."