Harry Potter's Bastard

Dinner Solim is eaten while reading a book.

"Is that time so short?" Silna was a little dissatisfied, "Also, aren't you going to explain?"

"Explain what?" Solim muttered, his eyes still fixed on the book on the table, to be honest, Snape's handwriting when he was young was really illegible, and he didn't have any gaps when he wrote words, and it took a lot of effort to read them.

"Elixir. Sylna said, "Draco said you gave Harry the elixir that Slughorn gave you?"

"Ah, indeed. "

"That's a magic potion!"

"yes, so what?" Solim finally looked up, "are you going to drink it as water every morning and evening?"

"I know Gilvais has given you the Elixir, but that's not a reason for you to waste it. "

"Let me put it this way. Solim swallowed the contents of his mouth, "I wouldn't want to use such a gel for the rest of my life if I could—yes, not at all." "

"That's the lucky potion. Draco reminded, "Didn't you listen to Slughorn during class, he said he would never forget how he felt after using the Elixir." "

"The price to pay for momentary success and luck is long-lasting. Solim said, "There is no such good thing in the world that you have to give what you get, and most of the time you get much less than you give." "

Luck is such an inexplicable thing, it can't be quantified, and it's something that Solim, an outlier among wizards, is very resistant to. Of course, it was not luck per se that he resisted, but he hated the feeling that he could not describe and observe.

Solim has read a lot of information about Elixir, and all of them depict in words the "goodness" of using the Elixir and the "probable" price to be paid, and that there is no pattern to this cost—just like luck itself. Maybe "bad luck" will haunt you for a long time, or it may come in the form of an explosion that will make a mess of your life.

No one will have smooth sailing, so these so-called "costs" paid after taking the elixir are a difficult thing to verify. Although there is no way to verify that taking the elixir will require a "price" in the future, Solim still chooses to believe this statement.

If luck could be quantified and observed, and the good luck brought by the use of the elixir was greater than the bad luck, Solim would not refuse, but the problem was that luck was too ethereal—it wasn't even a substance. Until he was sure who would give and give more, Solim would refuse to use such a potion as a last resort.

After dinner, Solim went on to "decipher" Snape's notes from his student days, while Harry arrived at the Headmaster's office nervously and expectantly.

"Please come in. It was Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, sir. Harry went to the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, good evening, Harry. Sit down," said Dumbledore, "I suppose you had a good first week of school, didn't you?"

"That's true. Harry thought of the elixir he had placed under his pillow, and he felt that he didn't need to use this precious potion, and just looking at it made Harry feel that he could bring him good luck.

Harry looked around, trying to guess what Dumbledore was calling him to do this night. The round office looked the same as usual: a table with slender legs lined with delicate silverware that swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke. The portraits of the old principals, men and women, were dozing off in their frames. Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a branch behind the door, watching Harry with interest. It seemed that Dumbledore didn't have a place to practice martial arts - as Solim had said, Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of teaching Harry about spells.

"I think, Harry," Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "you must be wondering how I'm going to give you—a lesson?"

"Well, Solim said you might tell me something about Voldemort. Harry wasn't disappointed, just a little regretful that he couldn't get some guidance on combat from Dumbledore, "At first I thought—"

"—I'll teach you some techniques for fighting?" Dumbledore picked up Harry's words with a smile.

"Yes. "

"Harry, you know, not everything needs to be solved with violence. Dumbledore said, "More often than not, wisdom is the best solution to a problem, and we usually consider violence only as a last resort." "

"I think you must be curious. Dumbledore looked at Harry, "Why did Voldemort treat you like this...... so interested that they have to kill you. "

"It's because my parents are both Order of the Phoenix, right? "

Of course, that's one of the reasons. Dumbledore said, "But the main reason is because of a prophecy. "

"Prophecy?"

Harry began to struggle to remember, but there was not the slightest information about it in his memory.

"Remember those visions you saw?" Dumbledore added, "I was referring to the door you used to see a lot last year. "

Harry looked at Dumbledore and waited for him to continue.

"That place is deep in the Ministry of Magic. Arguably the most secret place in the Ministry of Magic, it's called the Department of Mysteries, and the door you see leads to the Prophecy Hall. "

"Prophecy Hall?" Harry had never heard of that name.

"Yes, there are a lot of prophecy balls placed there. Dumbledore gestured, "One of them is about you, or rather, about you and Voldemort." "

"So Voldemort wants it, right?"

"Yes, he knew about the existence of this prophecy for a long time, but for some reason, he didn't know the full content of the prophecy, but at that time he thought that this was enough, as long as there was a goal, what solution for him was that the killing curse couldn't compare?"

"So he killed my parents. Harry thought back to what had happened in the past few years, "Wormtail ......"

"Harry, it's not advisable to indulge in hatred. Dumbledore warned, "I will tell you all about this prophecy today. Why did Voldemort have to kill you, and why did he re-take an interest in that prophecy after his return. "

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and walked past Harry. Harry turned eagerly in his chair and watched Dumbledore lean over the cabinet by the door. When Dumbledore straightened up, he held in his hand a shallow-bottomed stone basin familiar to Harry, with a circle of strange symbols carved into the mouth. He placed the meditation basin on the table in front of Harry. _

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