It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 385
Inside Dumbledore's office.

Harry's mood had calmed down a lot, but he still sat on the chair with a nervous expression on his face.

Directly across from him was Dumbledore, and Sherlock was sitting on a stool against the wall, fiddling with the locket while listening to Harry tell his dream.

".Wormtail and they all knelt on the ground, and after a short wait, a group of people appeared with Apparition. There were so many of them, I couldn't count them. Among those people, I saw Bagman and Kakaro husband!"

Dumbledore's face was obviously a little heavy, and he stared at Harry, his sapphire blue eyes filled with helplessness and anger that Harry had never seen before.

"Can you still describe the layout of the room from your point of view?"

"Sorry, professor, it's very dark there, and my viewing angle is not controlled by myself, I didn't see what that room looked like."

Dumbledore didn't show much disappointment in front of Harry, he nodded and spoke in relief.

"It's not your fault, Harry, the information you shared with us is very useful. It's already very late, and you have class tomorrow, so go back to sleep first."

But Harry didn't leave right away, he looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he decided to ask what was on his mind.

"Professor, I would like to know why I keep dreaming about what Voldemort is doing?"

Dumbledore's eyes became deeper, and Harry's words seemed to arouse his thoughts, but he didn't give Harry an accurate answer.

"You are the first person to survive the death curse, Harry, which is very special, because there has never been a similar thing in history, so I can only guess that it was the death curse that Voldemort used on you. It failed, but there may have been some kind of connection established between you and Voldemort himself who cast the spell."

He looked at Harry seriously.

"From now on, it seems that this connection has no other influence on you for the time being, but no one can guarantee that since you can see the scene on Voldemort's side, whether Voldemort will find this and can see you."

Hearing Dumbledore's speculation, Harry couldn't help but tremble.

Just imagining such a thing is enough for him to tremble with fear. If it is true, then Voldemort must have more room for maneuver than they do.

Seeing the uneasiness on Harry's face, Dumbledore said softly.

"You don't have to worry too much. It's just a guess now. I've made some preparations for it. It's because of this that I didn't agree with Minerva's choice of you as the male prefect. You It's going to be a busy term, Harry, and there's no need to worry about other things."

His words calmed Harry quite a bit, and before Harry left, Sherlock reached out and shook the locket.

"Leave this thing to me. I should have told you in class before that in the magic world, don't touch anything related to unknown notes, lockets, rings, and cups. It seems that the section You didn't pay attention to the class."

There was shame on Harry's face. On the way here, he already knew that the locket he had brought from 12 Grimmauld Place was a Dark Magic item.

Neither Dumbledore nor Sherlock told others about the Horcrux, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

"Of course, it's not all your fault. Sirius himself has a big heart, and he gave you something he didn't understand. Fortunately, nothing happened. Go back to sleep."

After Harry left, the expression on Dumbledore's face gradually became quieter.

I don't know what's going on in those eyes dimmed by the firelight.

"Is something wrong with Harry?"

Naturally, Sherlock could see that something was wrong. He didn't dream about Voldemort every day or two. This locket might have a catalytic effect on his nightmares, but the real problem must be Harry himself.

Dumbledore leaned back on the back of the office chair, looking a little tired.

"As for Harry's question, I have some guesses, but it's just a guess after all. Forgive me for the time being, I can only hide this from you, Sherlock, I still need time to confirm it, and when I'm sure, I will put all tell you everything."

Of course Sherlock has no objection to this, Dumbledore has the right to hide some things, even himself.

"Let's not talk about that for now, the most important thing is to verify whether the dream Harry had was real or not."

While talking, Dumbledore pulled out a piece of parchment from the desk, and just as he was holding the quill to start writing something on it, a flame suddenly jumped in the fireplace in the principal's office.

The green fire gradually turned into a human head. Although the skin color could not be seen, Sherlock still recognized Kingsley from his facial features.

"Sir, there is an emergency in Azkaban."

Kingsley's tone was very urgent, he said quickly.

"The dementors have joined the Death Eaters, all the Aurors stationed on the island by Scrimgeour have been captured, and all the prisoners in the prison have been released!"

Before Dumbledore wrote to inquire, Kingsley had already informed them of the situation through Floo powder.

Dumbledore frowned.

"What is Scrimgeour's reaction now?"

"He is gathering all the Aurors in the ministry, and wants to use the apparition detection magic left by Azkaban to find the place where the Death Eaters fled. He has already sent an advance team there."

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed.

"It's too late to do this now. If he had listened to my advice and prepared early, maybe he could have saved it."

"I'm going back to the Ministry to have a meeting, sir. Please inform Moody and the others of this news as soon as possible. The Death Eaters under their surveillance are expected to make moves soon."

"I will."

Kingsley's face disappeared into the fireplace, and Dumbledore rose from his chair.

"You go back to rest first, Sherlock, I have to go back to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, and call Moody and the others to discuss something."

Sherlock also got up from his chair.

"How about I go there too?"

"You still have class tomorrow, so it's best to go to bed early tonight." Dumbledore put on the outer robe, "I didn't have any important things in the past, the main thing is to tell them to withdraw now. It is estimated that Voldemort's actions will become more frequent, and the wizarding world will begin to enter a period of turmoil."

(End of this chapter)