Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The sky is getting darker, stars are twinkling in the night sky, and the surroundings are quiet.

The three of them were walking on the way to the campus hospital. At this time, there was no one else outside except them. Everyone was ordered by the professors to go back to their respective common rooms.

Moody was emotionally unstable, but he refused to lie down in the school hospital and stayed in Professor McGonagall's office. He felt it was necessary for him to help keep an eye on the two guys he said should be thrown into Azkaban.

Along the way, Dumbledore softly explained some things to Harry, and the big black dog turned into Sirius ran beside him. Brian followed in silence, looking a little out of place.

"Sir," Harry said softly, "tonight, when the two wands were connected, I saw my parents... they..." He trailed off.

"Flashback Curse," Dumbledore said. He had a fascinated look on his face.

"Your two wands have the same core, two feathers from the same phoenix... they both come from Fawkes." Dumbledore explained softly, "When they are forced to attack each other, this similarity will appear. The phenomenon of echo playing backwards..."

"They spoke to me, instructing me on what to do... They said they would help me hold off Voldemort..." Harry couldn't help but tremble.

"No spell can awaken the dead, it is just an echo." Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "A shadow that retains their appearance and character when they were alive."

Harry fell silent, feeling that he could say no more.

"In any case, Harry, your performance tonight was very brave, far exceeding my expectations of you." Dumbledore said, "The courage you showed is comparable to those who fought against Voldemort to death during his heyday. The wizards are all on par, and you have shouldered the responsibility of an adult wizard..."

"Okay, you can have a good rest tonight, take some sleeping potions, and calm down." Dumbledore said.

Harry nodded and said, "Many Death Eaters have passed by tonight..." He named a series of names, hoping it would be helpful to Dumbledore and the others.

When talking about Brian's father, Harry couldn't help but look at Brian who was following him: "He...he was absent tonight..." For some reason, he felt relieved.

"Brian, were you the one who saved me tonight?" Harry thought of how he escaped. "The Triwizard Cup flew into my arms, and then I came back."

"That's right, I just did a little bit of work." Brian smiled.

"...Thank you." Harry said. He felt much more relaxed.

The big black dog glanced at Brian with his shining eyes, and then leaned next to Harry. Harry grinned at him tiredly.

Dumbledore opened the door to the school hospital, and a large group of family members were gathered inside. Madam Pomfrey was anxiously dealing with them. Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron and Hermione all gathered around when they saw Harry entering.

"Molly, Harry went through a terrible torture tonight. What he needs now is sleep and tranquility." Dumbledore raised a hand and said, "If you are willing, you can stay with him, but I I don’t want you to ask him any questions…at least not tonight.”

With that said, he handed Harry to Madam Pomfrey, and the group walked to a hospital bed together. Madam Pomfrey gave Harry some purple potion and he fell into a deep sleep.

Mrs. Weasley and the others sat beside him on the bed, exchanging glances with each other.

"The situation is not good, Dumbledore." Madam Pomfrey came over and whispered, "Especially Beasley and Lopez, I can only calm them down and sleep...especially the girl, she was affected by Huge psychological trauma, maybe she needs to go to St. Mungo's to live for a while..."

Dumbledore nodded heavily. At this time, his calm and calm expression relaxed, and he looked older and tired, truly like an elderly man.

"I think you must have a lot to say to me." Dumbledore looked at Brian and said. They found an empty room and faced each other.

"I thought you would want me to take a night's rest. After all, I am very tired." Brian said. But the atmosphere did not relax. Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him deeply.

"Okay." Brian said seriously, "You know, sir, Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable..." He said the name Voldemort for the first time in front of Dumbledore.

"Is this the reason why you stood idly by? Or rather, the reason why you pushed for his resurrection?" Dumbledore's eyes were extremely sharp.

"Didn't you expect that I still showed my flaws?" Brian raised his eyebrows.

"There is no need for Crouch to target a student like this," Dumbledore said softly. "There is no need to take the risk to kill people here tonight... unless it is against a very important person."

Brian nodded, his eyes a little hazy, and he said: "I didn't expect him to do this. To be honest, I was a little unprepared. He almost succeeded and caused the tragedy tonight. For this reason, I I feel very sorry..."

Dumbledore looked at him sternly, his eyes becoming more penetrating, as if he had the magic power to see through people's hearts.

"But I think that only by resurrecting him can he be completely dead. This is what you told me at the end of last semester, isn't it?" Brian said softly, "You must be happy to see Voldemort's resurrection... Although Tonight’s accident is hard to accept.”

"Very good, Voldemort was resurrected with Harry's blood..." Brian looked at Dumbledore faintly, "I think there is nothing more exciting than this. He found a fatal weakness for himself ."

Dumbledore looked at Brian deeply and sighed softly.

"When did you know?" Dumbledore sat on the edge of a bed.

"When I was in second grade, I felt something was wrong with that diary." Brian said softly, "I thought it was not a memory, but a part of the soul..."

"Horcruxes, Voldemort used them to ensure his immortality." Brian said, "Next, I also consciously searched for his Horcruxes... Last semester, the locket could replace death, which proved that I conjecture."

"I think that if all his Horcruxes are destroyed and Voldemort is killed... he will be completely dead," Brian said.

"So, why do you think that what Voldemort did tonight is a fatal weakness for him?" Dumbledore said slowly.

"Because... no matter how you look at it, Harry... he is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, right?" Brian said softly, "Or, only half. He has part of Voldemort's soul in him."

Dumbledore's expression did not change. It was obvious that he had already guessed.

"Voldemort wanted to get the protective spell left by his mother in Harry's body, so he used Harry's blood." Brian said amusingly, "He deepened the relationship between the two people, so he really gave himself Found a nemesis.”

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and then said in a calm tone: "So, you are deliberately trying to resurrect him just for this, Brian? No, or should I call you 'Black Crow'?"

"Just call me Brian, Black Crow is too ugly." Brian sat lightly on the chair next to him and said calmly.

"You have grown beyond my expectations." Dumbledore sighed. "I originally thought you were related to the Black Crow, but everything you said tonight made it clear that you are the Black Crow..."

"Yes, it's me," Brian said. "It was me who let Peter Pettigrew go. It was me who told them the information about the Triwizard Tournament...and it was me who was seeking 'cooperation' with Voldemort."

"So, what is your purpose?" Dumbledore's eyes looked a little scary. There was a terrible pressure in his old body, and the air around him seemed to be stagnant.

Brian seemed very relaxed. He said word for word: "To create a better world."

He elaborated his theory in front of Dumbledore for the first time, saying the same ideas he had spoken to Draco and Daphne, to Hermione, and to his parents.

"So, you want to do what Grindelwald did? You choose to cooperate with Voldemort?" Dumbledore said quietly after listening to Brian's ideas quietly. His aura was like a towering mountain.

Brian looked at him with clear eyes, and this pressure seemed like a breeze to him. He said tit for tat: "What I want to do is never what Grindelwald did, and Voldemort has never been my collaborator..."

"On the contrary, the collaborator I'm looking for has always been you!"