HP Magic Biography

The sun was out: above Harry was a vast, pure, colorless sky. But that didn't matter to the predicament he was in at the moment. Harry sat in the doorway of the tent and took a deep breath of fresh air. It was the best thing in the world to be alive like this, to watch the sun rise over the gleaming snow-capped slopes, but he had no heart to appreciate it.

Voldemort... was far stronger than them, and what was worse, he seemed to have just lost his greatest reliance against Voldemort.

He looked down into the snow-covered valley, and the sound of church bells in the distance broke the silence. His fingers pinched his arm unconsciously, as if trying to relieve the pain.

Harry had bled so many times before; he had lost his right bone once; his arm and forehead had already been wounded, and the journey had given him a new scar on his chest, and not only that, but Fan Lin...

To be precise, Fan Lin seems to be able to stand up for every accident, but now it seems...

When Fan Lin was in the first grade, he almost cut off his palm with the cutting curse, and in the second grade, he almost died in that pool. After that...

It seemed too many to count, but the only thing that was certain, every time, was about him...Harry Potter?

Harry looked down at the wand in his hand, it didn't fit very well, but this was the guarantee Fan Lin gave him.

In addition to Dumbledore, Fan Lin has been protecting him, and this gives Harry the feeling that he has done more than Dumbledore.

But now it seems that this is not the case, Fan Lin's injuries have become more serious every time, and he has lost his greatest support.

Harry looked at his hands seriously. He had never felt so weak before, powerless and helpless. It seemed that the strongest magic power in him had disappeared.

He knew very well what Hermione would say if he heard him describe the situation: the wand was as good as its owner.

But she was wrong, his situation was different.

She didn't understand the feeling of a wand spinning like a compass needle, sending golden sparks off an enemy. He lost the protection of the twin wands, and he didn't know how important it was to him until now that the wands were gone. Even though Fan Lin said that he would help him make another one, it was not his choice after all.

Silently, Harry took out the fragments of the wand from his pocket, and stuffed them into the pouch Hagrid gave him hanging around his neck without even looking at them.

Now the bag is too full,

I can't hold those broken and useless things anymore. Harry fumbled for the old Snitch in the bag with his hand, and after a long struggle, he made up his mind to take it out and throw it away.

Like all the impenetrable, unhelpful, useless things that Dumbledore left him.

Harry's rage against Dumbledore was now erupting like a volcano, rage burning inside him and superseding all other emotions.

Desperation forced them to convince themselves that the answer was in Godric's Hollow, that they should go back... that it was the only secret clue Dumbledore had left them; but no map, no plan.

Dumbledore left them groping alone in the dark, fighting unknown and unimaginable opponents, alone, for no reason, and at a terrible price, they had no weapons and Harry lost his wand.

Worst of all, he had lost the stolen photograph, and now it would be easy for Voldemort to discover who he was. Voldemort had all the information.

Harry? Hermione appeared timidly behind Harry, and she blew up Harry's wand, as if deprived of her identity as a wizard.

you're awake?

Yeah... Hermione said hesitantly, leaning over.

How is Fan Lin?

He said it's okay, but... Hermione said, putting down the things she was holding in her arms, and handing Harry the prepared hot tea.

Thanks, said Harry, taking a cup of hot tea. So... what happened?

He has a fever, I treated him with white fresh water, but the internal organs are a mess... Hermione whispered.

He will be fine, he is a very good alchemist himself, and his potion grades are better than all of us. Harry said silently, he didn't want to hurt Hermione, and he Fan Lin is confident that they will survive the bad situation.

I know, he's asleep, I'm not sure about you... said Hermione hesitantly, with Harry holding a wand that didn't recognize him, obviously, if something went wrong.

Oh, no, I'm fine, you should be with him now.

Hermione didn't speak, but sat down next to Harry, with her back against the tree.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

No...well... Harry nodded without refusing.

Harry, you want to know who is in the picture, well... I have this book. Hermione put the book timidly on his lap.

This is a paperback book - The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

Where...how did you have this book...?

I found it in Bathilda's living room, right there... this paper was on top of the book. Hermione read the scathing, ironic opening lines aloud.

'Dear Bathilda, thank you for your help. Here is a reproduction of the book. I hope you enjoy it. Maybe you don't remember, but you did tell a lot of things. Rita.' It was here when Cedar was alive, but maybe she didn't read it carefully?

Well, I guess so too. Harry looked down at Dumbledore's face and felt a wild joy: now that Dumbledore was out of his hands, he'd know things he'd never tell him.

You're still mad at me, aren't you? said Hermione.

He looked up and saw her eyes were wet again, and knew that his anger must be showing on his face.

No, he said quietly. No, Hermione, I know it was an accident. You were so kind of you trying to get us out of there alive, and if you hadn't helped me then, I might have died. I just... I just thought, I'm not strong enough...forget it... He smiled back at Hermione's teary face and turned his attention to the book.

The spine is still stiff and has apparently never been opened. Harry flicked through the pages looking for photographs, and immediately found a picture of a young Dumbledore and his handsome sidekick, laughing at some long-forgotten joke.

Harry's eyes lingered on the instructions.

Albus Dumbledore, shortly after his mother's death, and his friend Gellert Greenwald...

Harry stared at the last words for a long time, dumbfounded... Grindelwald. His friend Grindelwald.

He looked at Hermione, who was still staring at the name, as if she couldn't believe her eyes. Slowly she turned to Harry.

Grindelwald! Ignoring the other photos, Harry turned to the book to find the name that choked him again. He found it quickly and read it eagerly, but couldn't read it at all: he had to turn to the front to know what it was talking about, and finally he found this chapter: Great Good Deeds.

Harry and Hermione started reading at once: With his eighteenth birthday approaching, Dumbledore left Hogwarts with a string of eye-popping brilliance... straight A's, Student Council Chairman, winner of the Barnabas Finkley Award for Special Contribution, representative of British young magicians in the Wizengamot, gold award for pioneering contribution at the International Alchemy Conference held in Cairo, etc.

According to the original plan, he planned to go on a great trip after graduation with his friend Efia Dogo, nicknamed Dog Pant, whom he met in school.

But just the day before the two of them were at the Leaky Cauldron in London, the owl brought the sad news of the death of Dumbledore's mother.

Dog Panting Dogo, who declined to be interviewed by the author of this book, gave the public a sad account of what happened next.

He described that Kendra's death was like a bolt from the blue, and Dumbledore, who was deeply shocked, resolutely gave up the long-planned long-distance trip. Dumbledore immediately set off back to his home in Godric's Hollow to care for his younger brother and sister.

But in fact, how much real care did he give them?

He was an absolute pain in the ass, that Aberforth, described Aled Smick, who lived on the edge of Godric's Hollow at the time. Sympathy for a son who has lost both parents makes you feel even more pitiful for him with that battered hat on his head all the time. But I don't think Albus has anything wrong with that. Then again, I don't It's rare to see the two of them together.

If Albus wasn't taking care of his young brother at this moment, what was he doing? I think the most likely answer is that he is guarding his sister as always.

Therefore, although the chief criminal who had placed Ariana under house arrest had passed away, the appearance of Dumbledore did not change her situation in the slightest. Her existence is still only known to a very small number of outsiders like Dog Pan Dodge. And many more are just prevaricated by excuses like she's not in good health.

Another family in the know is the Bathilda Bagshot family, yes, the famous historian who lived in Godric's Hollow for many years. Kendra, of course, didn't even pay any attention to Bathilda's welcome to their family when she first moved to this town. Busch sent an owl to have some conversations about his paper on species transformation published in Metamorphosis Today. Precisely from this contact, she and Dumbledore's family gradually became acquainted.

By the time of Kendra's death, Bathilda was the only person in Godric's Hollow who had a decent relationship with Mrs. Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, Bathilda's former glory is no longer there. She started the fire and there was nothing in the pot, Ivor Dillons Bay told me. Lieder Smith described it to me in a slightly rude manner, She's as dull as a nut hidden by a squirrel right now.

Nevertheless, I managed to gather enough details from her by various means to enable me to connect the whole truth of the matter. Like the rest of the wizarding world, Bathilda attributed Kendra's sudden death to a spell going awry, and in later years, Albus and Aberforth said the same.

Bathilda also mentioned Ariana from Dumbledore, saying she was weak and weak. In this case, however, the truth potion I used on Bathilda taught me something much more interesting, because she, and only she, knew all the dark secrets of Albus Dumbledore's life. And these inside stories revealed for the first time will definitely make all his admirers question him: his hatred of black magic, his opposition to the suppression of Muggles, and even his dedication to his family are all just illusions.

When Dumbledore returned home to Godric's Hollow that summer, he became the breadwinner of an orphaned family, and Bathilda Bagshot often took Albus to her house to play.

There, he saw her grandnephew, Gellert Grindelwald, for the first time.

Grindelwald's name should be very famous: it has always been at the forefront of the list of the most dangerous dark wizards, and the reason why he did not rank at the top of the list was only because the mysterious man appeared later and took away what should belong to him. This honor.

Grindelwald's claws have never touched Britain, so the process of his fortune is not widely known.

Grindelwald graduated from Durmstrang, a school notorious for condoning the Dark Arts, and like Dumbledore, he showed a high degree of magical talent at a young age. Yet he did not devote his energies to the pursuit of honors and medals, which had no interest in him. When he was ten years old, Durmstrang found that he could no longer ignore Gellert Grindelwald's messy experiments, so he fired him.

So far, the next verifiable record of Grindelwald is that he traveled around in a few months.

And now it can be speculated that Grindelwald chose to visit his great-aunt who lived in Godric's Valley, and what he harvested there, I believe many people will be surprised when they hear it, is none other than Albus. A close friendship formed by Dumbledore.

He was an absolutely charming boy to me, murmured Bathilda, whatever he became. Naturally, I introduced him to poor Albus, the premature A child who has tasted the vicissitudes of life. These two boys hit it off. That's it.

Bathilda showed me a letter that was sent by Albus Dumbledore to Gellert Grindelwald in the dead of night, and she kept it with her.

Yes, they've been chatting all day since they met—two brilliant young men who never met—and I've often heard owls flying in and out of Gellert's window, that It must be a correspondence with Albus! He must have some new idea, and he can't wait to share it with Gellert.

So what's their new idea? Albus Dumbledore's loyal fans may find these news sensational, and that's okay, let's take a look at what their seventeen-year-old hero is discussing with his new friends.

Gellert - I think your point about wizarding rule being for the Muggles' own good is a key point.

Yes, we are empowered, and there is no doubt that this power allows us to make the rules, but it also requires us to have a sense of responsibility for the rules. We must emphasize this, it is the cornerstone of our business. When we have conflicts—and there will be, it must be the basis of our debate. We must hold fast to the faith for the great good.

From this point of view, if we encounter resistance in the future, we only need to use force to suppress it and nothing else, and this is very necessary. (That's the mistake you made in Durmstrang! But I don't blame you, because if you hadn't been expelled, we would never have known each other.)

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At this point, the admirers of Albus must be very surprised. This letter established the secret decree and established the rules of the wizarding world over Muggles; Heavy blow……

They also regarded Dumbledore as the greatest defender of Muggle rights before! However, in the face of this conclusive evidence, how pale and powerless are those high-sounding words about how to safeguard Muggle rights! What a despicable figure Dumbledore is, busy plotting how to expand his powers when he should be mourning his mother and caring for his sister! No doubt the last of Dumbledore's defenders would say he wouldn't, at least he must have changed his mind after going through an ideological struggle and didn't act on it.

However, what happened next was even more shocking. Only two months after the establishment of their new friendship, Dumbledore and Grinwald separated and never saw each other again, and their reunion turned out to be the world-famous duel of the century (see 22 for details) chapter).

What made them turn against each other and become sworn enemies? Was it Dumbledore's conscience? Or did he tell Greenwald that he no longer wanted to pursue his plans?

Alas, neither.

I think it's the death of poor Ariana, Bathilda said. Her death is a big blow. Gellert, who was living here when it happened, came to my room shaking and told me he wanted to go home tomorrow. Look very sad. So I gave him the Portkey, and that was the last time I saw him. Ariana's death left Albus on the verge of breaking down. It was terrible for the brothers. They lost everyone but each other. It is not surprising that the heart becomes irritable. Aberforth blamed Albus, as one would do in dire circumstances. But Aberforth had always been talking a little crazy, the poor kid. But even so, it was a little too much for him to break the bridge of Albus' nose at the funeral. How heartbreaking it would be for Kendra to see her two children beaten like that, let alone next to her daughter's dead body. It's a shame Gellert didn't make it to the funeral...otherwise he would at least be able to comfort Albus...

The violent quarrel around the coffin, known only to those who attended Ariana Dumbledore's funeral, raised some questions. Why on earth did Aberforth Dumbledore keep blaming Albus for his sister's death? Was it mere grief, as Bathilda defended him? Or was there a deeper reason for his sudden outburst?

Grindelwald was expelled from Durmstrang for a near-fatal attack on a classmate, and hastily fled from here after the girl's mysterious death, and Albus (out of shame or fear?) never saw him again , until he was forced to fight by repeated pleas from the wizarding world.

Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald seem to have mentioned that short-lived boyhood friendship since. However, there is no doubt that Dumbledore hesitated to attack Gellert Grindelwald after five years of life and death.

Was it the lingering friendship or the fear of exposure that they had been best friends that made Dumbledore hesitate? Is it just because Dumbledore was unpopular and personally arrested his once sympathetic friend? So how did the mysterious Ariana die? Was she the unintentional victim of some dark magic ritual? Had she stumbled across something she wasn't supposed to, like these two young men trying to grab fame and power? Could it be that Ariana Dumbledore was the sacrifice for the great good?

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