HP Magic Biography

That, Harry paused, not knowing what to say next.

Dumbledore's question made him a little embarrassed. He didn't seriously think about how to get the memory, he just tried it. Then, Slughorn also very wittily rejected Harry. This result didn't make Harry feel uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, but facing Dumbledore...

Well, that day, Fan Lin and I found out that Ron had taken the love potion by mistake, and then I sent him to Professor Slughorn. I thought, if I could make Professor Slughorn happy ...

So... did it work? Dumbledore asked flatly.

Uh... well, no, Professor, because Ron was poisoned... Harry opened his mouth, and it was obviously inappropriate to lie or something, especially when facing Dumbledore.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore had great expectations of him, but it was destined that nothing good would come out.

...so, naturally, you forget about retrieving memories altogether; though I shouldn't expect you to think otherwise when your best friend is in danger. But once Mr. Weasley's nothing serious I think it's time for you to go back and finish what I've given you when you're hopefully healed. I believe I've explained to you the importance of this memory. In fact, I've gone to great lengths to make you understand that it's all The most crucial one in memory, without which we would be wasting time.

A searing sting of shame shot through Harry's head and body. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, not even angry, but Harry preferred to listen to him yelling; this cold regret was worse than anything else.

Sorry, Professor, said Harry, struggling a bit, I didn't feel comfortable or anything, I just had other—other things…

Other things are worrying you, Dumbledore said, letting him go. I see. Silence fell between the three of them again, the most uncomfortable silence Harry had ever had from Dumbledore; It was from the portrait of Armando Dippett above Dumbledore's head.

Suddenly Harry had a strange feeling of shrinking himself,

It was as if he had grown shorter when he entered the house. He couldn't take it anymore and said, Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. I should have done more - I should have thought you wouldn't let me do it if it wasn't important.

Thank you for saying that, Harry, said Dumbledore quietly. Then I hope you can make it your top priority from now on? After tonight, if we still don't get this memory, we can't do much.

I will, Professor, I will take it from him, he replied eagerly.

Then let's stop talking about it now, Dumbledore said kindly, and pick up where we left off last time. Do you remember where we went?

Yes, Professor, Harry said quickly, and then glanced at Fan Lin. Last time Fan Lin wasn't there, and Harry felt that he had to explain.

Voldemort killed his father and grandfather, and made it look like his uncle Morfin did it. Then he went back to Hogwarts, and he asked — he asked Slughorn about the soul shards. Harry grumbled in shame.

Very well, said Dumbledore. So, I hope you remember, I said at the beginning of our course that we were going to be doing a lot of speculative thinking?

Yes, sir.

And now, I think you agree, I've shown you solid evidence to speculate on what Voldemort did before he was seven? Harry nodded.

But now, Harry, said Dumbledore. Things are getting weirder and more unpredictable now. If it is difficult to collect clues about the boy Riddle, it is almost impossible to find the memory of Voldemort. In fact, I doubt that anyone but himself will be able to tell us he left. What happened after Hogwarts. However, I finally have two last memories to share with you.

Dumbledore was referring to the two glowing crystal phials next to the Pensieve. I want to hear your opinion, and see if I draw correct inferences about them.

Thinking of how much Dumbledore valued his opinion, Harry felt ashamed that he hadn't done enough to retrieve the memory of the soul fragments. He moved in his chair with a sense of guilt, watching Dumbledore lift the first Bottles are inspected under lights.

I hope you don't get tired of going into other people's memories, because they're both very interesting, he said. The first one comes from a very old house-elf named Hotkey. Before we read Hokey's memories, I'm going to quickly describe to you how Voldemort left Hogwarts.

He's in the seventh grade, as you may have guessed, he got the highest marks in every exam. All he and his classmates are concerned about at this time is what career they will pursue after graduation. Almost everyone is optimistic about Tom# 83; Riddle - this student leader, prefect and recipient of the School's Special Contribution Award. As far as I know, some professors, including Professor Slughorn, encouraged him to join the Ministry of Magic and offered him an interview , to help him contact the relevant internal officials. He rejected all the proposals. Next, the teachers learned that he had gone to work in Bojinbok magic shop.

Boggin Burke? Harry repeated dazedly.

Yes, there it is, said Dumbledore quietly. I'm sure when we walk into Hao Qi's memory, you should be able to understand why this place attracted him. But it was not Voldemort's first choice of career. At that time, almost no one knew this - I was able to be trusted by the headmaster at the time One of the few, - Voldemort first went to Professor Deppett to ask if he could stay as a teacher.

He wants to stay? Fan Lin asked somewhat unexpectedly, Defense Against the Dark Arts?

I believe he has his own reasons, but he didn't tell Professor Dippert. Dumbledore nodded. First and foremost, Voldemort valued this school more than he valued being alone. Hogwarts was the happiest place he had ever been, the first and only place where he felt at home. .”

Harry felt a little uncomfortable with those words, because that was how he felt about Hogwarts, too.

Secondly, the castle is full of ancient magic. No doubt Voldemort discovered more of the castle's secrets than most of the other students who lived in it, but he probably thought there were still many secrets to be discovered there, There is much magic to be found.

Thirdly, as a teacher, he can have more power, influence and manipulate those young wizards and wizards. Perhaps he got an inspiration from Professor Slughorn, where he was very favored, and watched him show How influential a professor can be. I don't think Voldemort intended to stay at Hogwarts for the rest of his life, but I believe he saw it as a recruiting camp, a place where he could build his own army.

So, you declined? Or, Professor Dippett?

No, he didn't. Professor Deppard thinks he's only eighteen, which is far too young, said Dumbledore. I once persuaded Armando to reject that meeting... I didn't explain the reasons I told you at the time, because Professor Dipper liked Voldemort very much and believed in his loyalty. But I don't want Voldemort to return to this school, especially Hate to see him in such an influential position.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The answer was very clear to everyone.

If other subjects at Hogwarts teach people how to live better, then Defense Against the Dark Arts teaches people how to survive.

Fan Lin is well aware of the importance of Defense Against the Dark Arts, or rather, every wizard...

Otherwise, when Umbridge entered Hogwarts, he would not have chosen Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although there was only a vacancy for Defense Against the Dark Arts at that time, with the ability of the Ministry of Magic, he could choose other subjects. .

The foundation of wizard survival is magic.

Yeah, Defense Against the Dark Arts. It was taught by an old professor named Galati Merishot, who has been at Hogwarts for almost fifty years.

Later Voldemort went to Borginbock Magic Shop, and at that time, all the teachers who liked him felt it was a pity that such a young and promising wizard actually went to work in the shop. But no matter what, Voldemort will not be just a little boy. The little clerk, he's polite, handsome and smart, and he's put on the job very quickly. He's in charge of looking for something special that only a shop like Borginberg would have, you should know, that kind of Stuff with unusually powerful magical powers. Voldemort was sent out to persuade people to sell their treasures and have shops sell them for them - he was quite gifted at that.

I bet he's got it, said Harry, unable to restrain himself.

Yes, very much. Dumbledore smiled faintly. Now, let's hear what the house-elf, Hao Qi, has to say. She works for a very old and rich witch named Hypozibah Smith.

Dumbledore tapped a bottle with his wand, the cork flew out, and he poured the spinning memory into the Pensieve, saying as usual, You go first, Harry.

Harry stood up, leaned over the rippling silvery substance of the stone basin again, and buried his face in it.

Professor... Fan Lin hesitated, Are you still planning to let Harry find out that the soul fragments are Horcruxes?

Of course. Dumbledore nodded, It's very useful. We can't do everything for Harry. Moreover, we have to use Harry to determine how many Horcruxes there are. This is Harry and Voldemort. A place where hearts connect.

Van Lin silently read the names of all Horcruxes including Harry, the only thing missing now was what Voldemort would use as his new Horcrux reserve after he recklessly killed Nagini.

Suddenly, Fan Lin had a bad feeling.

The current Voldemort is not what he remembers. He has more contacts and masters, so he has more rights to choose...

Sorry, professor, although I don't intend to disturb your elegant mood, but these memories...for me, it is difficult to play any role. Fan Lin shook his head.

But it's good enough for Harry. Dumbledore said slowly, Let's go.

Fan Lin nodded, and immersed his spirit into the Pensieve.

I have to admit that the Pensieve is indeed a good place. His entire spirit is wrapped in ice, as if he is empty, and his mind is surprisingly calm.

Fan Lin spun and fell in the black nothingness, and then landed in a living room. In front of him was a very fat old lady, wearing a yellow wig and a fluffy, gaudy pink gown. A pile of melting ice cream cakes.

She was preening in front of a small jeweled mirror, dabbing rouge onto her already rosy face with a huge powder puff, and her fat feet were being braced by the driest and oldest house-elf Harry had ever seen. Helpful satin slippers.

Come on, Hokey! said Hepzibah imperiously. He said he would arrive at four o'clock, and it's only a few minutes away. He's never late!

She put away her powder puff, and the house-elf straightened up until her head touched Hepzibah's chair. Her dry, wrinkled skin hung from her skeleton like the old, brittle linen sheet she wore, dragging down like a gown.

How do I look? asked Hepzibah, admiring herself from every angle in the mirror.

It's kind of bad. Fan Lin complained.

Lovely, ma'am, Hao Qi replied shrilly.

If it was Kreacher or Dobby, they would definitely not answer that way. Fan Lin can only guess that there is a clause in Hao Qi's contract, stipulating that she must lie about such questions, because Hypozibah Smith looks far from cute. It took a long time.

Fan Lin raised his head, and Harry was on the sofa not far away. Judging from Harry's expression, it felt like he had swallowed a big mouthful of white sugar all at once.

There is no sweetness at all, except for the stimulation of the taste buds that doubt life, there is only a sense of vomiting.

Fan Lin thinks this is very appropriate.

And the poor elf repeats this story every day.

Sure enough, the psychological problems of house elves cannot be ignored. Perhaps in this regard, Fan Lin can give Hermione some suggestions.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the hostess and the house-elf jumped up simultaneously.

Quick, quick, he's here, Hao Qi! Hepzibah screamed, she was a little shy, which looked very unsuitable on Hepzibah's face.

Fan Lin suddenly regretted that he should reject Dumbledore's proposal. This is not a memory that makes him happy. Other things, even Gaunt's memory, are much stronger than this.

The house-elf immediately ran out of the room, which was honestly so full of things that it was hard to believe that anyone could walk through it without knocking over a dozen things: there were cabinets full of lacquer boxes, stuffed with A trellis of books with gilded covers, a display rack for a planetarium, and lush plants in copper pots—the room looked like a cross between an antique shop and a greenhouse.

The house-elf came back in a moment, followed by a tall young man.

Fan Lin recognized him as Voldemort at a glance. He simply wore a black robe, his hair was a little longer than when he was in school, and his cheeks were thinner, but all of these suited him well and made him look more handsome than before.

He navigated the crowded room with such skill that it was evident that he had been there many times before. Then he bent down and took Hepzibah's fat hand, and touched it lightly with his lips.

I brought you flowers, beautiful lady. He said gracefully, and then he took out a bouquet of roses out of nowhere.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version reading website: