Chapter 685

Who escaped?

It's a big problem for Harry. Barty crouch, Jr., is dead in prison, but Fanling said that it's impossible for a living person to escape the Dementors.

Without Animagus, even Azkaban couldn't even get out. Maybe this is just a guess.

Harry felt that the scene was getting farther and farther away, and soon the world was back to darkness.

It seems that this memory has come to an end, and all the important trial days of wessengamo have passed.

Vanillin 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 sounded in Harry's ear.

Harry was startled. He looked around.

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

Harry was worried. He looked to the right. There was Albus Dumbledore sitting on his right, watching Crouch's son being dragged out by dement - and there was Albus Dumbledore on his left, looking at him.

"Let's go." On the left, Mr. Dumbledore reached into Harry's arm. Harry felt himself rising into the air, and the dungeon had disappeared. In the dark, he felt himself slowly turning somersault. Suddenly, his foot fell to the ground and found himself standing in Dumbledore's sunny office room, and the stone basin in the cupboard flickered in front of him.

Albus Dumbledore stood by his side, as well as Vaseline, who was by his side.

"Professor," Harry gasped, "I know I shouldn't - I didn't mean to - that the door of the cupboard opened a little bit, and --"

Harry looked at Vaseline, and then looked away. If Dumbledore scolded him, Harry would be happy to fight for him, but

"I fully understand." Said Dumbledore.

He took the basin to his desk and sat down. He motioned Harry and van Lin to sit opposite.

The two sat down, and Harry was still staring at the basin. The contents of the basin were restored to their original state, a silvery white substance, which whirled with his wheezing, playing a microwave.

"I believe that Vaseline has explained something to you. It's called a meditation basin," Dumbledore said faintly. "I sometimes find - you should know that feeling - that my mind is full of thoughts and memories."

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

"Many times," said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, "I use the meditation basin, which can draw a person's mind, pour it into the basin, and then look at it in my spare time. When it's in this form, it's easier to find patterns and connections. "

"You mean What are your thoughts? That is, memory? " Harry was staring at the rotating substance in the basin.

"Of course." Dumbledore said, "I'll show you." Dumbledore took his wand out of his arms and put one end near his temple. Then he took the wand away, and his hair seemed to stick to it - but it was actually a sliver of silvery material in a meditation basin. Dumbledore put the new idea in the basin, and Harry was surprised to find his own face floating on the surface.

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

"It's back Kakarov, too He's stronger than ever... "

"I should have discovered that connection." Dumbledore sighed, "but it doesn't matter." He looked over his half moon glasses at Harry, who was still staring at Snape's face with his mouth wide open.

"When Mr. fudge came to talk to us, I was using the meditation basin, and I quickly removed it, which, you know, is not a legal object. There's no doubt that I didn't close the door of the cupboard, which naturally caught your attention. "

" I'm sorry. " Said Harry in a low voice.

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

Neither Fanlin nor Harry spoke. In fact, the meaning of Dumbledore's words to van Lin and Harry was completely different.

It's like, Fanlin can't get too involved in Dumbledore's guidance of Harry.

Dumbledore frowned slightly and touched the substance again with the tip of his stick. All of a sudden, a man came up from inside. She was about sixteen years old, full of body and full of melancholy. She began to spin slowly, her feet still in the basin.

She didn't notice Harry or Professor Dumbledore at all, and her voice echoed, like rising from the bottom of a basin: "he said a spell to me, Dumbledore. I'm just joking with him, sir. I just said I saw him kissing Flores in the back of the greenhouse last week..."

"But why, Percy," Dumbledore said sadly, and now the girl is silent and spinning. "Why did you go with him first?""Percy?" Harry said, "that - it's Percy. Zokins? "

"Yes," Dumbledore touched the bottom of the basin again. Percy went down, and the substance became silver and no longer transparent.

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

The silver light from the meditation basin lit up Dumbledore's face. Harry suddenly realized how old he looked. Of course he knew that Dumbledore had been getting old a long time ago, but he never really realized that Dumbledore was an old man.

Van Lin also quietly looked at Dumbledore, had to admit that Dumbledore has a very kind image of the elderly, but, a very intuitive question, how long can Dumbledore live?

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "didn't you say you had something to say to me before I went out?"

"Yes," said Harry, "Professor - I was in the tower just now - er - I fell asleep."

Harry hesitated for a moment, his heart in a state of uneasiness, waiting to be scolded, but Dumbledore only said, "what's the matter, go on."

"I had a dream," said Harry, "a dream about Voldemort. He's torturing a Vampire The vampire called Peters - "

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

"Voldemort received a letter. He said Peters's mistake had been made up. He said someone was crazy, his soul was in a mess, he couldn't recover, and then he said Peters didn't have to be eaten by a snake - there was a big snake by his chair. He said - he said he would feed me to the snake. Then he put the crublets spell on Peters - and then my scar started to hurt, "said Harry." it hurt so much that it woke me up. "

Dumbledore hardly ever saw him. "Well, that's it." Said Harry.

"I see." Dumbledore said quietly, "let me see. So 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 doesn't communicate with you alone, Harry." Said Dumbledore. "I have been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year."

Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the table, adding his thoughts to the meditation basin from time to time. The silvery thoughts were spinning faster and faster in the basin. Harry could not see what was on it, only a blur.

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

"I'm sorry." He said, sit down, sit on his desk.

"You - do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously. After a while, he said, "I have an idea. I don't know if I think every time Voldemort is close to you, or he feels a strong hatred, your scar will hurt

"But Why? " "Maybe there's a connection between the two of you because of that failed spell." Dumbledore said, "it's not a normal scar."

"So you think That dream Did it really happen? "

"Maybe." Dumbledore said, "I can only say - maybe. Harry - did you see Voldemort then? "

"No," said Harry, "just the back of his chair. But - even on the front, you can't see him, can you? I mean, he doesn't have a body yet But how did he hold the wand? " Said Harry slowly.

"How can it be done?" Dumbledore muttered. "How on earth..." For a while, Dumbledore and Harry did not speak.

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

"Professor," Harry finally said, "do you think he's getting stronger than before?"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore stares at Harry.

This unique keen eye always makes Harry feel that he has been seen through, which even Moody's magic eye can't do.

"Harry, I'm just skeptical."

"During the years when Voldemort was accumulating strength," he said, "many people were missing. Where Voldemort was last seen, Percy zogins disappeared. Mr. crouch, too He escaped and went crazy. And there's a third missing case. It's a pity that the Ministry of magic didn't pay attention to it, because it related to a Muggle. His name is frank Blaise. He lives in a village where Voldemort's father grew up. He has been missing since last August. You know, unlike most of my magic ministry friends, I read Muggle newspapers

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously and said, "I associate these disappearances. But the minister disagreed - you heard it outside the door.

"Harry nodded, and there was silence between them. Dumbledore also searched for ideas from time to time. Harry thought he should go, but Fanlin didn't mean to leave. He stayed under the curiosity."Professor?" He added.

"What's up, Harry?" Said Dumbledore.

"Er I can ask you about I was in bancyferi What happened to the court? "

"Yes," Dumbledore said gravely, "I've been there many times, but I know some of them better Especially now... "

"You know - do you know the trial? You found me there. About Crouch's son? Er Are they talking about Neville's parents? Fanling told me that Frank Longbottom was Neville's father and Mrs. Longbottom, both of whom were Aurors

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

Harry shook his head.

"Yes, van Lin is right," Dumbledore turned to look at Van Lin, as if to blame, but soon he continued to answer for Harry. "They are talking about Neville's parents," Dumbledore said. "His father, frank, is an Auror like moody's. Those people suffered for him and his wife to know where Voldemort had gone after his downfall. You heard that, too

"So they died?" Harry asked softly.

"No Dumbledore's voice was full of bitterness that Harry had never seen. "They're crazy. Both of them are in the hospital in St. Mungo for" magical illness and trauma. "I think Neville visited them during the holiday with his grandmother. They don't recognize him

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

"The lombardons are very popular." Dumbledore said, "the attack on them was after the fall of Voldemort, when everyone thought it was settled. The incident provoked unprecedented fury. The cabinet is under great pressure to bring those criminals to justice. But unfortunately, none of the lombardons' testimony - think about that - is very reliable. "

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

Dumbledore shook his head. "As for that, I don't know." Harry was silent, and he watched the things in the meditation basin spinning.

There are two questions in his heart, he had to ask It's about the crime of living people

"Well," he said, "Professor Dumbledore..."

"Well After that, there was no one else who was controlled to participate in the dark Dumbledore said calmly.

"All right," said Harry hastily, staring at the contents of the meditation basin again. It was getting slower and slower, because Dumbledore was no longer thinking about it.

"And Eh... " But as if the basin was going to help him ask this question, Snape's face came back to the surface.

Dumbledore glanced down and looked up at Harry. "Neither did Professor Snape." He said.

Harry looked deeply into Dumbledore's shining blue eyes, and the question he really wanted to ask came 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 what happened between Professor Snape and me."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it..." Harry said apologetically that he thought he was so impolite.

Before in the meditation basin, all kinds of forest had explained well with him, but he still couldn't help asking.

Snape and Voldemort

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

He has seen The mark

Although he only saw a little faintly, on the wrist, on kakarov's hand

Karkaroff is a Death Eater. No wonder he always goes to Professor Snape, which makes Harry not think much.

As we all know, at least in their hearts, Voldemort has returned. Although they say they don't know what form it is, there is no doubt that Voldemort has returned.

It's very likely that quelling's own things will come out of quelling's hands.

And then there was the three witches fighting contest. I didn't sign up, but

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

Kakarov stole himself, and then, and now, he's back in Voldemort?

So, Professor Snape

Harry felt that he was going around and coming back. He couldn't look at Snape objectively. If someone sneered at you every time he met, anyone would be angry.

Harry felt that he couldn't think about it. He couldn't get Snape out of his original image. He should calm down.

Yes, Harry knows the interview is over.Dumbledore didn't look angry, but the end of the line suggested that Harry should go. Harry stood up, Dumbledore got up, and vaseline.

"Sorry, Professor, I think..."

"Harry, I think you can go back first. I think I have something else to talk about with Mr. van leen Ayre." Said Dumbledore.

Van Lim is naturally aware that Dumbledore and what he said are not what Harry should be in touch with.

"I'll take you out, Harry." "I think I should be able to return to the Gryffindor lounge for a while. Maybe you can go to Ron first. I think Ron would be happy to have a good spell practice with you."

Harry nodded. Magic practice has become a must-have item for him, every day. Although it's boring, the third task

Maybe it's going to be a dead man. Harry doesn't want to die too miserable. Besides, he doesn't want to be with myrtle.

"Harry," said Dumbledore as Harry approached the door, "please don't tell anyone about Neville's parents. He has the right to wait until he is ready to tell others. "

"Yes, professor." Said Harry, turning to leave. "And -" Harry turned.

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

He stares at Harry for a moment, then says, "I hope your third mission goes well; good luck."

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