HP Magic Biography

Who escaped?

This was a big problem for Harry. Barty Crouch Jr. had died in prison, but Fan Lin said that it was impossible for a living person to escape the pursuit of the dementors.

Without Animagus, even Azkaban would not be able to get out of Azkaban. Maybe this is just a conjecture.

Harry felt that the scene in front of him was getting farther and farther away, and soon, the world in front of him returned to darkness.

It seems that this memory has also come to an end, and all the important Judgment Days about the Wizengamot have passed.

Fan Lin really wanted to see how Lucius Malfoy escaped, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to watch.

I think, Harry, it's time to go back to the office. A voice rang in Harry's ear.

Startled, Harry looked around.

Fan Lin nodded towards the person who came, and then exited the space of the Pensieve.

Harry was a little anxious, he looked to the right, there was an Albus Dumbledore sitting on his right, watching Crouch's son being dragged out by Dementor - there was also an Albus Dumbledore on his left, looking at him.

Let's go. Mr. Dumbledore on the left stretched his hand into Harry's arm. Harry felt himself rising into the air, and the dungeon disappeared. In the darkness, he felt himself turning somersaults slowly. Suddenly, His feet landed on the ground, and he found himself standing in Dumbledore's sunny office, the stone basin in the cupboard gleaming before him.

Albus Dumbledore was also standing beside him, and likewise, there was Fan Lin, Fan Lin was also by his side.

Professor, Harry gasped, I know I shouldn't - I don't mean to - open the cupboard door a little bit and -

Harry looked at Fan Lin, and then looked away. If Dumbledore blamed him, Harry would be happy to fight for Fan Lin, but...

I totally understand, said Dumbledore.

He took the basin to his table and sat down. He motioned for Harry and Fan Lin to sit across from him.

The two sat down, Harry still staring at the stone basin. The contents in the basin returned to their original state, a silver-white substance, rotating with his panting, microwaves.

I believe Fan Lin has already explained it to you. It's called the Pensieve, Dumbledore said flatly. I sometimes find—you should know this feeling—that my mind is filled with So many thoughts and memories.

Uh... To be honest, Harry didn't feel that way.

Many times, said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, I have used the Pensieve, which can take a person's thoughts, pour it into the basin, and then look at it at my leisure. When in this form , you can more easily spot patterns and connections in things.

You mean...those are your thoughts? That is, memories? Harry stared at the swirling matter in the basin.

Of course, said Dumbledore, I'll show you. Dumbledore drew his wand from his pocket, and placed the end near his temple. Then he took his wand away, and the hair seemed to be glued to it - but it was actually a sliver of that silvery substance that was contained in the Pensieve, and Dumbledore put the new idea into the basin, to Harry's amazement. His own face floated on the surface.

Dumbledore put his hands at the ends of the basin and stirred it, like gold diggers stirring the sand for alluvial gold... Harry saw his own face replaced by Snape's, and he spoke to the ceiling with his mouth open, His voice echoed softly.

It's back...so is Karkaroff...he's stronger than ever...

I should have discovered the connection, sighed Dumbledore, but never mind. He looked over his half-moon glasses at Harry, who was still staring into Snape's face with his mouth open.

I was using the Pensieve when Mr. Fudge came to speak with us, and I hastily removed it, which, you know, is not a legal thing. No doubt I left the cupboard door open, and of course it Got your attention.

I'm sorry, Harry whispered.

Dumbledore shook his head. There's nothing wrong with being curious, but we should be wary of our curiosity...

Neither Fan Lin nor Harry spoke. In fact, the meaning of Dumbledore's words was completely different for Fan Lin and Harry.

It's like, Fan Lin can't get too involved in Dumbledore's guidance of Harry.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and touched the substance with the tip of his staff again. Suddenly, a person rose from the inside, a plump, sad-faced girl of about sixteen years old. She began to spin slowly, her feet still in the basin.

She didn't notice Harry or Professor Dumbledore at all, and her voice echoed as if rising from the bottom of the basin: He cast a spell on me, Dumbledore, I was only joking with him, sir , I'm just saying I saw him kiss Frons last week behind the conservatory...

But why, Percy, said Dumbledore sadly, and now the girl was silent and spinning. Why did you go with him in the first place?

Percy? said Harry. Is that—is it Percy. Jorkins?

Yes, Dumbledore touched the bottom of the basin again. As Percy descended, the matter became silver again rather than transparent.

This is the Persie I remember, when she was at school.

The silver light from the Pensieve lit up Dumbledore's face, and Harry suddenly realized how old he looked, of course he knew that Dumbledore had started to age a long time ago, but he never really realized Dumbledore was an old man.

Fan Lin also looked at Dumbledore quietly, and had to admit that Dumbledore had the image of a kind elder. However, a very intuitive question, how long can Dumbledore live?

Harry, said Dumbledore, didn't you say you wanted to tell me something before I went out?

Yes, said Harry, Professor - I was in the Astronomy Tower and - er - I fell asleep.

Harry hesitated for a moment, nervously expecting to be scolded, but Dumbledore just said, What's the matter, go on.

I had a dream, said Harry, a dream about Voldemort. He was torturing a vampire... the vampire's name was... Peters—

I see, said Dumbledore quickly. please continue.

Voldemort received a letter. He said that Peters' mistake had been made up. He said that someone had gone mad, his soul was confused, and he couldn't recover at all, and then he said that Peters would not be eaten by snakes - there was a man next to his chair. A big snake. He said—he said he was going to feed me to the snake. Then he cast the Klubluts spell on Peters—and then my scar started to hurt,” said Harry, “and it hurt like that Great, woke me up.

Dumbledore barely looked at him. Well, that's all, said Harry.

I see, said Dumbledore quietly. Let me see. So when did your scar hurt this year, except when it hurt all night?

No, no, I—how did you know it hurt all night? Harry asked in surprise.

Sirius is not alone in correspondence with you, Harry, said Dumbledore. I've been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year.

Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the table, adding his thoughts to the Pensieve from time to time. Those silver-white thoughts were spinning faster and faster in the basin. Harry couldn't see what was on it, only a piece of Vague.

Professor? he said softly after a few minutes. Dumbledore stopped and looked at Harry.

Sorry. He said and sat down on his desk.

Do you—do you know why my scar hurts?

Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously, and after a while, he said: I have an idea, I don't know if it is... I think whenever Voldemort is close to you, or he feels a strong hatred, you The scar will hurt.

But...why? Perhaps there is some kind of connection between the two of you because of the failed spell, said Dumbledore. It's no ordinary scar.

So you think... that dream... did it really happen?

It is possible, said Dumbledore. All I can say is - possibly. Harry - did you see Voldemort then?

No, said Harry, just the back of his chair. But—even from the front, you can't see his, can you? I mean, he doesn't have a body yet...but how does he hold his wand ?” Harry said slowly.

How? muttered Dumbledore. What the hell... For a while, neither Dumbledore nor Harry spoke.

Dumbledore pondered, adding his thoughts to the Pensieve from time to time.

Professor, said Harry at last, do you think he's getting stronger than ever?

Voldemort? Dumbledore stared at Harry.

It was that characteristic keen eye, which always made Harry feel completely seen through, which not even Moody's magic eye could do.

Harry, I'm just skeptical, too.

During the years Voldemort was secretly building up his power, he said, many people disappeared. Percy Jorkins disappeared from where Voldemort was last seen. So did Mr. Crouch . . . he escaped. , and then went crazy. And here's a third disappearance, which the Ministry of Magic unfortunately didn't take seriously because it involved a Muggle. His name was Frank Bryce, and he lived in a village where Voldemort That's where my father grew up. He's been missing since last August. You know, I read the Muggle papers, unlike most of my Ministry friends.

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously and said, I'm linking these disappearances. But the Minister disagrees - you've heard it outside the door.

Harry nodded, and there was silence between them again. Dumbledore still searched for thoughts from time to time. Harry felt that he should go, but Fan Lin had no intention of leaving. Driven by curiosity, he stayed down.

Professor? he said again.

What is it, Harry? said Dumbledore.

Er... may I ask you about... that courthouse I just saw...in Bancifory?

Yes, said Dumbledore heavily, I've attended many times, but I know some of them better...especially now...

You know—you know about that trial? You found me there. The one about Crouch's son? Uh...were they talking about Neville's parents? Van Lin told me that Frank Long Barton is Neville's father, and Mrs. Longbottom, both of them are Aurors...

Dumbledore gave Harry a sharp look. Did Neville never tell you why he was brought up by his grandmother? he said.

Harry shook his head.

Yes, Fan Lin is right, Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at Fan Lin, as if to reproach him, but soon he continued to answer Harry, They were talking about Neville's parents, Deng said. His father, Frank, was an Auror like Moody, said Bullidow. They put him and his wife through hell trying to find out where Voldemort went after his downfall. You heard that too.

So they're dead? Harry asked softly.

No. Dumbledore's voice was full of bitterness Harry had never seen before, they're crazy, both of them are being treated for 'magic sicknesses and wounds' at St. Visited them with his grandma during the holidays. They don't recognize him anymore.

Harry sat there, stunned, he never knew...never, for four years, trying to find out...

The Longbottoms are very popular, said Dumbledore. The attack on them came after Voldemort's downfall, when everyone thought things were safe. The incident aroused unprecedented outrage. pressure to bring those culprits to justice. Unfortunately, none of the Longbottoms' testimony—think of the circumstances—was very reliable.

And Mr. Crouch's son shouldn't have been involved, said Harry.

Dumbledore shook his head. As for that, I don't know. Harry was silent, watching the contents of the Pensieve turn and turn.

There are two questions in his heart that are uncomfortable, he has to ask... This is related to the crime of the living...

Well, he said, Professor Dumbledore...

Then... no one was controlled to participate in dark activities after that. Dumbledore said calmly.

Okay, said Harry hastily, staring again at the contents of the Pensieve, which had been spinning more and more slowly because Dumbledore had stopped adding thoughts to it.

And...er... But the Pensieve seemed to ask the question for him, and Snape's face surfaced again.

Dumbledore glanced down, then up at Harry. Neither did Professor Snape, he said.

Harry looked deeply into Dumbledore's shining blue eyes, and blurted out the question he really wanted to ask: What makes you believe he's no longer serving Voldemort, Professor?

Dumbledore and Harry looked at each other for a few seconds, then said, Harry, that's between Professor Snape and me.

I'm sorry, but I still can't help it... Harry said apologetically, he felt so rude.

In the Pensieve before, Fan Lin had explained it to him well, but he still couldn't help asking.

Snape and Voldemort...

The thing was like a spike, and Harry couldn't get it out of his throat.

He's seen...the mark...

Although he could only vaguely see a point, on the wrist, Karkaroff's hand...

Karkaroff was a Death Eater, no wonder he always went to Professor Snape, which made Harry think less.

Everyone knows, at least a few of them know in their hearts that Voldemort has returned. Although they don't know what form it is, there is no doubt that Voldemort has returned.

What happened at the Quidditch World Cup was created by him alone. Those vampires, if it wasn't for Fan Lin, he might have been captured.

There was also the later Three Witch Fighting Competition, I obviously didn't sign up, but...

Who the hell got in and threw his name into the Goblet of Fire?

Karkaroff robbed himself, and then, and now he's turned to Voldemort?

Well, Professor Snape...

Harry felt that he was going around and turning himself back. He couldn't look at Snape objectively at all. If someone sneered at you every time they met, anyone else would be angry.

Harry felt that he couldn't think about this matter anymore, he couldn't get Snape out of his inherent image at all, he should calm down for a while.

Yes, Harry knew the interview was over.

Dumbledore didn't look angry, but the end of his words already suggested that Harry should go. Harry stood up, Dumbledore also stood up, and Van Lin.

Sorry, Professor, I thought...

Harry, I think you can go back first, I think I still have something to talk about with Mr. Van Lin Ayre. Dumbledore said.

Fan Lin naturally knew that Dumbledore and what he said were not something Harry should touch.

I'll take you out, Harry. Fan Lin said, I think I should return to the Gryffindor lounge after a while, maybe you can go to Ron first, I think Ron I would be happy to have a nice spell practice with you.

Harry nodded, spell practice has become a must for him, every day, although it is a bit boring, but the third task...

Maybe, this is going to kill people, Harry doesn't want to die too miserable, and he doesn't want to be with Myrtle either.

Harry, said Dumbledore when Harry reached the door, please don't tell anyone about Neville's parents. He has a right to wait until he is ready.

Okay, Professor, said Harry, turning to leave. And— Harry turned his head.

Dumbledore was standing behind his desk, his face lit by the silver light, looking older than ever.

He stared at Harry for a moment, then said, I hope your third mission goes well; good luck.