A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 651 Dumbledore's Decision

A bout of dizziness...

Things in the room were distorted and deformed. Harry seemed to see Voldemort smiling at him. This was definitely an illusion. The next thing he saw was the chandelier and white walls on the ceiling of the school hospital.

"Harry." Ginny rushed forward excitedly, but was held back by Ron, "don't touch him."

"Oh, yes," said Ginny, "we'll tell Madam Pomfrey—"

Madam Pomfrey appeared. She first performed a series of complex checks on Harry. Although no problem was found in the end, she strongly advised Harry to stay for a while longer, "Your situation is very special, be careful of the sequelae. ’ she warned.

Harry touched his forehead subconsciously, the scar was burning and painful, but it was the feeling of worn skin.

"Lie back on the bed." Madam Pomfrey poked her waist and ordered, then took out a kind of sticky ointment, ignored Harry's grinning teeth, and smeared a thick dollon on his forehead.

"You only have 10 minutes to visit," she said firmly to the others. "The kid needs a break now."

Once she was out, Harry looked around, Ginny clutching his hand, Hermione smiling at him with a book (turned upside down from the cover), Ron with a terrified, evasive look look at him.

Harry suddenly thought of the freckled red-haired boy on the train six years ago.

"So you're reconciled?" he said sharply, referring to Ginny and Ron.

"Hmm." Ron seemed a little flustered, he really hoped this question would be brought up later.He glanced at Ginny, then at Hermione for help, as if hoping someone could save him, but that hope was in vain.

So he could only falter and say:
"Well, I - you know - me and Ginny - we made up a long time ago - during the two weeks you were sick in the hospital -"

Harry looked at Ginny, who said in a calm tone what seemed to him rather terrifying. "I've thought about it seriously, but I can't really kill Ron, so..." She shrugged.

Harry thought about it for a while, and decided not to respond to Ginny's words. He thought for a while before saying:
"I was in the hospital for two weeks?"

He looked at Ron suspiciously, then turned to Ginny and Hermione, trying to make sure it was a joke, but from their expressions, Ron was telling the truth.He literally spent two weeks in a coma on a hospital bed.

"It was scary when you were first sent here," Hermione said afterward. "The scar on your forehead kept dripping blood, like a new wound. Ginny wiped the blood off your face while crying, Rob En stood there like a troll, motionless."

Looking at Ginny and Ron, Harry felt a warmth melt into his heart.

"In fact, everyone is very worried about you." Ginny blushed a little, and she said softly: "Principal Dumbledore and Professor Haip stayed in the ward all day, and no one was allowed to enter, not even Madam Pomfrey. We were all terrified and thought you..." She gave Harry a wary look, "Hermione scratched her face nervously."

Harry gradually figured out what had happened.

Two weeks ago, Dumbledore and Professor Haip called him to Room [-] to try to get rid of the fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body. This was the first time in half a year that Voldemort's body consciousness was awakened. Del's personality is no match at all. With the help of Professor Haip, Riddle successfully absorbed the soul in the gold cup and locket. He also wanted to absorb the soul in his body, trying to replace it with the real Voldemort.

Harry also saw the madness of Voldemort, he would rather destroy his two Horcruxes with his own hands than compromise.

After that... Harry's expression was startled. After that, he was so confused that even the soul fragments in his body were affected. He felt severe pain. Voldemort's remnant soul seemed to be planning to open a door or a big hole in his forehead. A piercing scream escaped his mouth, but Harry wasn't sure if it was his intention or the remnant of Voldemort's.

"Professor Hemp told us," said Ron, "that he and Dumbledore had joined forces to cast a complex spell involving souls that we didn't understand... but knew it was to protect you from Voldemort's soul fragments—"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help shouting.

"It's okay," Ron seemed to have guessed his thoughts, "Ginny knows too. There is no way to hide such a big event, Dumbledore told her himself..."

He glanced at Harry who was at a loss out of the corner of his eye, and continued:
"They said that the fragment of your soul was revived in your body. They did it to make it quiet again. Now it seems that it is indeed effective. At least your scar is no longer bleeding, but is gradually healing..." He chattered Nagging, as if he thought he could get away with it.

Harry felt a little dazed.

So the plan did fail?His horcrux identity has not changed, what's worse, the last two horcruxes have been destroyed, he is the only one, the last horcrux... His throat is suddenly blocked, he can't breathe, a dark Thoughts came to him: If he died now, it would all be over.

"Oh, that's right." Hermione gestured to Ron, pointing to her own finger.Ron suddenly said, "Dumbledore asked us to tell you not to take off the ring on your hand. I guess there is a particularly powerful protection spell hidden in it."

Harry looked down, staring at his left hand, where he wore a rough black stone ring that he hadn't noticed before.

It's the resurrection stone.Harry's eyes widened, as Dumbledore had shown him before.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he settled on the most reasonable one. The Resurrection Stone was related to the soul. Dumbledore probably thought it could protect him at the moment, so he wore it on his hand.But what he desires more is another function of the Resurrection Stone, just like the function of the Mirror of Erised, which is much stronger than that...

His heart was pounding.

"It's time, you guys hurry up!" Madam Pomfrey shouted at them from the door, Hermione, Ginny and Ron stood up, Ginny kissed the corner of Harry's mouth and told him everything would be fine (Ron turns his head sensitively), and they bid Harry farewell and headed for the door.

Ron dawdled and stayed until the end, and Harry realized that Ginny and Hermione were cooperating.When the others disappeared, Ron turned to look at Harry with a hesitant expression.

"I think I owe you an apology, Harry, I know all this time I—"

"Forget it," said Harry immediately.

"No, I'm going to say it!" said Ron loudly, and Harry looked at him, only to stutter himself.

After a while, Ron said slowly: "There are some problems in my personality, and sometimes I have some thoughts...just occasionally, but when I'm in a particularly bad mood...I just, I can't control it." Do you understand that feeling?"

"I understand," Harry said calmly, lying on the bed, "Sirius said that I have a stubborn temper, and I like to make decisions alone, the kind that can't be pulled back... But this is my character, and it is difficult to correct ...even if it happened I probably wouldn't have realized it."

He said to Ron, "I'll tell you a secret - I've felt the throbbing of an Animagus."

"You're kidding!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"It's true, I did feel that way, but at the time I wasn't sure if it was a mistake in judgment, so I was going to wait until I was sure I would say it, and you know, I slept in a hospital bed for two weeks... If I Report it in time, and Professor Hype may delay the plan."

Ron was speechless, he opened his mouth to comfort Harry, but Harry didn't feel much regret in his heart, he just happened to think of it and used this incident as an excuse.Harry said softly:

"I just know that when I'm in danger, you'll be the first to stand up."

Ron smiled at him silently, his expression relaxed, "I think so too. Well, I mean if I'm in danger—such as being captured by Voldemort, well, if the war is not over—I would No despair, because I know that even if everyone gives up, you will never. I thought of this truth when I was watching cartoons with Valen. Strange, isn't it?"

The door was closed, the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and the ward was completely silent.

Harry was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling satisfied and peaceful after a full meal, and the resurrection stone ring on his hand was not so attractive anymore. He felt that what he needed most now was a good night's sleep. Gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, Harry opened his eyes, feeling better than ever.The skylight outside reminded him that it was already dusk, the lights in the ward were not turned on, and the slanting sunlight in the afternoon shone at his feet, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows.

It was very quiet.Harry lazily raised his left hand, staring at the black gemstone ring for a long time, then he took his other hand out from under the quilt, and rubbed the surface of the resurrection stone like Dumbledore.

"That's not a good idea," said a gentle voice suddenly.

Harry turned his head the other way, and Dumbledore sat on a nearby hospital bed, smiling at himself.He sank most of his body into the bed, with the inside of his knees pressed against the edge of the bed, and leaned back, supporting the bed with his long arms.

It's like swinging on a swing.

"I sealed some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone," said Dumbledore, straightening his body and facing Harry. "It is not suitable for you to experience great joy and sorrow, and I must say that some functions of the Resurrection Stone are too dangerous." , and may even be the most dangerous of the three holy artifacts."

Harry remained silent for a while, and put down his hand obediently, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed in his heart—he thought he could see his parents today.He didn't ask if Dumbledore was affected, the answer was obvious.So he asked, "Am I going to wear it all the time?"

"Oh, no need, I'll take it back when your condition stabilizes." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Would you like one?" He took out two taffy from his pocket.

"Thank you." Harry whispered, he took it and tore off the candy wrapper, and put the hard coffee-colored candy in his mouth, the rich sweetness swayed in his mouth.They didn't speak for a while, and Dumbledore hummed softly.

"You know, Harry?" After a while he suddenly said: "Poppy told me the first time you woke up, but I thought you wouldn't be in a good mood at the time, you know, we didn't get what we expected It turned out..." He looked at Harry slightly curiously.

"I," said Harry at a loss, "did Voldemort escape?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "he's been resealed." Harry replied in a low voice. "This means—" Dumbledore raised his voice slightly: "It's time to try my way."

"what way?"

"You'll know," said Dumbledore, smiling, and handing Harry another candy. "Blowing Super Bubblegum?" Harry blurted out.Dumbledore winked at him, "It's also the password for the headmaster's office."

Harry looked at the old man in bewilderment.

"I'm going to give you lessons alone, yes, Harry, that's part of my approach," Dumbledore said, standing up. "How about starting at eight o'clock on the first Saturday night after you leave the hospital? Did I?" Prepare less, hope you like it."

He was about to leave, but stopped again.

"Please forgive me for telling Miss Weasley your secret without permission. Maybe it's against your intention, but she cried too much, and it's harmful to a relationship to keep hiding it..."

Dumbledore opened the door and went out.

Harry stared at the Blowing Super Bubblegum in his hand, wondering if it meant a new hope, but he did take an interest in Dumbledore's lessons anyway.

After a while, a string of bluebell-colored bubbles floated in the ward.

(End of this chapter)