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Chapter 333 The Conspiracy in the Principal's Office

"Actually, I'm weird."

Sherlock, who had come out of the pensieve and returned to the normal headmaster's office, looked calm and looked at Dumbledore and Moody.

"Bella's charge at the trial was to torment the Longbottoms, Neville's parents, with the Cruciatus Curse, so is this the only crime she's charged with? If not, then add the people she killed before and the crimes she committed. Aren't those sins enough to get her a dementor's kiss?"

Moody shook his head.

"You know, Sherlock, there is no death penalty in the wizarding world, and the kiss of a dementor is not a death penalty but it is better than a death penalty, but no one will ever think that this is the ultimate punishment. After all, the moment the soul is sucked, the dead will feel No pain whatsoever."

"So the highest penalty in magical law has always been life imprisonment in Azkaban. No one can stand those dementors eating away at hope and happiness day and night, and the more determined people are, they will Live longer, but also be more desperate."

"This kind of torture has no end in sight. In that environment, there will be no hope left for them, only endless pain."

With that, Moody turned to look at Dumbledore.

"This is why Dumbledore has always disliked the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and dementors. He always feels that wizards should not have contact with such monsters."

Dumbledore didn't say a word, which was acquiescence to Moody's words.

He turned his head to look at Harry, those blue eyes that seemed to be able to see more than magic eyes looked at Harry, and said softly.

"So, Harry, do you have something to say to me before being sucked into the Pensieve?"

Harry didn't hesitate. Both Sherlock and Moody were trustworthy people, so of course he wouldn't hide anything.

It's just that the dream-like picture, let him recall it now, his memory picture has become intermittent.

"Yes," Harry said, "Professor, I'm in a Divination class, but I... I fell asleep."

He hesitated, thinking he was going to be criticized, but Dumbledore said.

"Understandable, let's go on."

"Well, I had a dream," said Harry. "I dreamed of Voldemort, and he was torturing Peter. You know Peter?"

"I know," said Dumbledore at once, "and go on."

"Voldemort received a letter from an owl. He seemed to say that Wormtail had made a big mistake. He said that someone had died. He also said that Peter's blood was dirty and would kill him. He mentioned my name again. Said that things can’t go wrong with me, and then my scar started to hurt, and it hurt so badly that it woke me up.”

His retelling was very confusing, but all the important scenes were said.

Dumbledore frowned after listening to his narration, and Moody and Sherlock, who were listening on the sidelines, were also lost in thought for a while.

"Is this the second time? Harry." Sherlock looked at Harry and asked, "Except for the time you came to see me during your summer vacation, is this the second time you have encountered such a situation?"

Harry scratched his head, thinking about it carefully for a moment.

"There were a few headaches in the middle, but I never dreamed of the picture like I did during the summer vacation and this time."

He looked at Dumbledore, who was still thinking.

"Professor, do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a moment, then said: "I have only one speculation, only speculation. I think that when Voldemort is near you, or when he develops a particularly strong will to revenge, you The scar will hurt."

"But... why?"

"Because of the unsuccessful spell that bound you to him," said Dumbledore, "this is no ordinary scar."

When he said this, both Harry and Dumbledore turned their eyes to Sherlock.

Apparently they both knew that Lily was partly responsible for that lightning scar on Harry's forehead, and that Sherlock had done something with the magic.

But although Sherlock has improved this magic, he doesn't know that it has such an effect, why it makes Harry dream of Voldemort.

"This should not be a problem with soul protection magic." Sherlock can only confirm this one thing, "The problem should come from Voldemort's side. He used a failed Killing Curse. This is the first case in the history of magic, so in fact It's not surprising that Harry has any aftereffects now."

There was a moment of silence in the office, and then Harry asked hesitantly.

"That dream. Is it real?"

"It's possible," said Dumbledore. "Harry, from your perspective, do you see Voldemort?"

"No," said Harry honestly, "just the back of his chair, but that's nothing to see, is it? He doesn't have a body, does he? But... how could he pick up his wand and punish Peter?" said Harry slowly.

"Yeah," Dumbledore murmured, "How is that possible?"

Sherlock and Moody couldn't come up with an answer either, but at this time Sherlock thought a little more.

He looked at Harry, stroked his chin, and said.

"If Harry can see what's happening on Voldemort's side, can Voldemort also see Harry's scene?"

Sherlock's words immediately stunned the other three present, especially Harry and Moody, both of whom felt a creepy feeling in their hearts.

Moody's magic prosthetic eye was twirling rapidly, and Harry opened his mouth wide, unable to make any sound for a long time.

Only Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"Judging from what has happened so far, there shouldn't be. Otherwise, in the second event, Harry wouldn't be able to escape so easily."

Even though he said so, Harry still felt hairy all over his body at this moment, and he always felt that there was a cold gaze silently watching him in the darkness.

"But let's not mention why your scar hurts and you have such nightmares."

When Dumbledore said this, he didn't look at Harry, but exchanged glances with Sherlock.

"We have another matter to find you. I originally planned to call you over to talk to you about it tomorrow, but you came today just in time."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry was at a loss, and Moody, who didn't know about it beforehand, frowned slightly.

Afterwards, the door of the principal's office was closed tightly, and by the wall, the portraits of the principal, who were already drowsy, snored lightly at this time, covering up the conspiracy in the inner room.

(End of this chapter)