Chapter 1031

Looking at the cheers of the hanging statue, Fanlin couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Hogwarts's approval of Dumbledore has reached a level that nobody can reach, and all this is a heavy blow to fudge.

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

"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly, then bowed to the presidents of all ages.

At least for Dumbledore, it is not difficult to return to Hogwarts, but for many people, Dumbledore's return to Hogwarts is undoubtedly the most powerful calming agent.

In fact, Dumbledore didn't look at them at first. Instead, he went to the elevated door, took Fox's small, ugly, featherless body from the inside pocket of his dress and gently placed it on the ashes beside the shelf where fox had been parked.

"Well, let's start with you, Harry." Dumbledore finally left the little Phoenix. "You'll be glad that none of your companions has been hurt in the last night's incident."

Harry tried to say "yes" but didn't make any sound. It seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him of his recklessness that led to the order of the Phoenix to go to war. He saw Sirius's wounds from the curse, and although Dumbledore looked directly at him, although his expression was gentle and did not have the smell of accusation, Harry Still can't bear to meet his eyes.

He put all the members in danger. Fortunately, Voldemort didn't kill Dumbledore before he arrived. Instead, he targeted the prophecy ball in his hand.

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

Like a monkey, he was played around by Voldemort, and even intruded into his consciousness, once trying to kill the two men in front of him.

His brain block

"Madame Pomfrey will repair everyone," Dumbledore said slowly. "Nadala. The tank may need to stay in St. Mongo's Hospital for a while, but it looks like she'll recover."

Harry nodded contentedly at the carpet, which looked clearer as the sky grew brighter outside. He was sure that all the witches in the room listened to every word Dumbledore said, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had gone and why anyone was hurt.

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

"No, you don't understand," Harry said in a loud voice. The fire broke out in his heart. Dumbledore didn't understand his feelings at all.

"You know, Dumbledore?" Phoenix whispered, "don't try to understand students. They hate it. They want even tragic misunderstandings to wallow in self pity and keep themselves in their hearts. "

"Enough, Phoenix!" Said Dumbledore. Harry turned, his back to Dumbledore and looked out the window. He could see the Quidditch stadium in the distance.

It's his favorite place, but now it seems that it's a bit bad. He doesn't know anything, and then he is arranged to take risks for him by his partners, and even be played like a monkey.

Anger and guilt haunted Harry, unlike the excitement of being rescued.

Now that I think of it, Harry is a little confused about the direction.

Why was he kidnapped, and then all the people were there.

Is it because of your own stupidity?

Fanlin said that it was a trap, but obviously, as a trap, almost all the traps were not qualified.

Voldemort came so fast that they almost died there.

Fanlin didn't speak, and in fact, he didn't know how to explain it to Harry.

Tell Harry, you're being used by us, but it's more than they expected. Did Voldemort take them by surprise?

Obviously, whatever the explanation is, it's not something that Harry can accept, especially Harry's current state.

Played by Voldemort, resulting in injuries to members of the order of the Phoenix.

Where Voldemort appears, there will be some accidents. Fortunately, there is no death.

"Don't feel guilty, Harry. In fact, it's my fault, of course..." Dumbledore said, "this feeling is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort. It will be your strength, Harry."

Harry felt the flame in his chest, burning in the void of fear, and filled him with the desire to hurt Dumbledore, who seemed to speak empty words calmly and calmly. "My greatest strength?"

He looked at the Quidditch stadium, but he didn't see it, and his voice trembled, "you don't understand You don't know... "

"I don't know what? Asked Dumbledore calmly.

"Too much," Harry turned and shuddered. "I don't want to talk about how I feel now, OK?"

"Harry, with all these guarantees, you become a man! This kind of pain is to be a part of human beings... ""Well, I don't want to be a man!" , Harry growled. He grabbed the silver instrument next to him and threw it out. The instrument hit the wall and fell to the ground. Some portraits cried out in horror. Amodo The portrait of dipper says, "really!"

"I don't care!" Harry yelled at them, grabbed a bright mirror and threw it into the stove. "I've had enough. I've seen enough. I want to go out. I want it to be over. I just want it to be over. I don't care about him anymore."

He grabbed the table with the silver instrument and threw it out. The table fell to the ground, legs scattered in all directions.

"You do care," said Dumbledore. He didn't flinch, didn't do anything to stop Harry from destroying his room. He was still calm, even cold. "You care so much that you even want to die because of the pain."

"I'm not!" Harry screamed, so loud that he felt that his throat might tear. For a while, he even wanted to rush to Dumbledore and attack him, breaking his calm face, hurting him, and making him feel a little panic.

What is this? To be easily controlled, to be teased?

Even, at that time, he wanted to die?

This may be Voldemort's consciousness brought him, but if it's completely false

Dumbledore has been hiding from him. He is just a

"Yes, you are," Dumbledore calmer. "You have lost your mother, your father, and all the secret things about your father that you know, of course you care about!"

"You don't know how I feel!" You're standing here, but you don't understand why I'm entangled with him? He almost killed me and all the people. Why... "

Harry didn't go on talking because he found that no matter how he described it, the anger became stronger and stronger.

However, the language was not enough, and it was no help to break things. He wanted to run away and never look back. He wanted a place where he could never see the bright blue eyes staring at him again, and the hateful calm old face. He turns and rushes to the door, grabs the handle and tries to twist it.

The door still couldn't be knocked.

Harry turns to Dumbledore.

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

"No Dumbledore said simply. They looked at each other for a while.

"Let me out," Harry said.

"No," repeated Dumbledore.

"If you don't If you keep me here If you don't let me... "

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

"Let me out," Harry said again, in a cold, even Dumbledore like tone.

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

"You You think I want to You want me to give I don't care what you want to say Harry growled. "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, as I know you almost did, I will know it completely."

"What do you say..."

"Today's thing is completely my own fault," Dumbledore said. "In fact, whether it's putting you in danger or something else, I'm too confident that I can handle everything by my own ability, but obviously, there are some uncontrollable accidents, and this..."

Harry was still standing by the door, his hand still on the handle, but he couldn't realize it. He froze Dumbledore, almost unable to breathe, hardly able to understand what he heard.

"Please sit down," said Dumbledore. "It's not an order, it's a request."

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

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," Dumbledore said, "a false statement about the old man. Because I found out that I should have done this earlier, but in fact I didn't, so I'm very sorry for you. This mistake is caused by old age. You can't understand the feelings and thoughts of the elderly, but it's a crime for the elderly to forget that they were young And I just forgot. "

The sun is now rising, and the peaks are outlined with a clear orange border, and the sky above is less and more bright. The light shone on Dumbledore's silvery eyebrows and beard, and the deep wrinkles in his face.

"You should have recovered, if you don't mind..."

"It doesn't matter to me, Professor!" Said Fanling, sitting with Harry in the chair opposite Dumbledore.

"I guess fifteen years ago," Dumbledore said, "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guess it was a bond between you and Voldemort.""You told me that before, Professor!" 'he doesn't mind being rude, and he doesn't mind anything anymore,' he said frankly.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "yes, but you see, it has to start with your scar. Obviously, when you return to the magical world, my guess turns out to be true. When Voldemort approaches you or he is emotional, your scar will warn you

"I know," Harry said wearily.

"It's your ability to detect Voldemort's presence, even if he's disguised, and to know what he thinks when he's emotional. When Voldemort got his body back and restored his magic, it became more and more obvious

Harry was tired of nodding, which he knew for a long time.

"Recently," said Dumbledore, "I began to worry that Voldemort might have this connection with you, and it is clear that you have entered his mind many times to make him aware of this, and of course, I would like to say 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 don't I teach you closure myself? Why don't I visit you for months? "

Harry looked over and he could see that Dumbledore was a little sad and tired.

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

"You know." Dumbledore went on, "I believe it won't be long before Voldemort will try to enter your heart, manipulate and mislead your mind. I can't give him any more incentive to do so. I imagine if he knew that the relationship between you and me is not just between the principal and the students, he would seize the opportunity to explore me through you. I'm worried about his use of you, the possibility that he might try to control you, and I think it's right that Voldemort will control you and use you one day or when we're too close. I think I saw his shadow in your eyes... "

Harry remembers that day when he and Dumbledore wanted to meet, he felt a sleeping snake rising from his heart, ready to attack.

"Voldemort's domination of your targets, as he demonstrated tonight, will not bring my destruction, but will bring you destruction. He hoped that when he simply controlled you for a period of time, I would sacrifice you to try to destroy him, so you see, I tried to keep a distance from you to protect you, Harry, an old man's mistake... "

He sighed deeply. Harry let these words flow through, and he would have been very interested to hear them a month ago, but now, and the cracks in his heart caused by the fear of Voldemort's invasion and uncontrollable change make this explanation unimportant

"Sirius told me that when you dreamt of the night when Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked, you felt Voldemort wake up from your heart, and I immediately thought that my fear was correct. Voldemort had realized that he could use you. In order to avoid you being manipulated by Voldemort, I arranged Professor Snape's mind defense class."

He pauses, and Harry looks at the slow flow of sunlight on Dumbledore's delicate table, illuminating the silver ink bottle and the red quill. Harry knew that all the portraits around them were listening attentively to Dumbledore's explanation, and that he could hear the occasional rubbing of the dress and the gentle cough.

"Professor Snape found out," Dumbledore continued, "you once dreamed of the door of the Ministry of mysteries. Of course, Voldemort has heard the prophecy since he regained the voice, so he knows the door, so you do, even though you don't know what it means

"And then you see what we all knew before Luke wood, who worked in the Ministry of mysteries before he was arrested, told Voldemort that the Ministry prophecy balls are very strictly protected, and only those specifically mentioned can pick them up from the shelves without having to bear to crazily pick them up, so that either Voldemort himself enters the Ministry of magic at the risk of exposure, or you do it for you He's going to get it. It's especially urgent that you have to learn how to block the brain. "

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