All things are three at Hogwarts

"Actually, I prefer to use the door key to the Ministry of Magic's pool." Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped glasses. "The statue of the golden wizard in the pool, you just need to point your wand at him and say Mentos." A portkey will appear, but it’s just that the Ministry of Magic is in the middle of a power overturn, so it’s not convenient for me to use it. After all, they have a lot to do tonight.”

"You mean Mr. Owen Harris?" Harry asked, licking his lips. Vaguely, he felt that the relationship between Dumbledore and the Harris family might not be close.

"Obviously our Minister Fudge was completely at a disadvantage in this fight when he denied Tom's return." Dumbledore led Harry quickly towards the principal's office.

Thinking of Alan, who had been his friend since the Muggle days, Harry felt even more sad. So what if he got power? Nothing is more important than having living relatives by your side. It's like they all call him the Boy Who Lived, the savior, etc., but he would rather trade all of this in exchange for his parents to stay with him.

Dumbledore's gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts made Harry look away uncomfortably, "Everyone's pursuit is different. In some people's minds, it is worth sacrificing something for the greater good. The fact is I would make the same mistake in my life."

"Harry!" As soon as Ginny, who was waiting in the principal's office, saw Harry's figure, she ignored her ill-fitting magic robe and let its hem drag on the ground. She went straight to Harry and grabbed Harry. Ginny's sudden enthusiasm reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley. He was a little embarrassed, patted Ginny's back, and gently broke away from Ginny's arms.

Ron glared at his sister, but then laughed and bumped Harry's chest with his shoulder, only to find that his best friend seemed in a daze and did not respond.

Neville and Flagg gathered around and asked in surprise, "Principal Dumbledore, are you able to come back?"

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Brown." Dumbledore winked at them and said kindly, "I think you can talk to Harry later. You should go back to your dormitories now and change into more decent clothes." Some of the costumes, I haven’t officially reinstated you yet, so don’t worry that I will deduct your college points for violating curfew.”

"But Harry, isn't he leaving with us?" Ron, who was eager to know the situation, asked directly, "They haven't changed our clothes yet. I only have this one..."

Perceptive Ginny tugged on her brother's robes, knowing that Dumbledore clearly had more important things to talk about than their clothes.

"I think the Ministry of Magic will deal with this matter soon, but I need to borrow your Harry for a while and have a few more words with him..." Dumbledore walked to the chair behind the large desk.

Several people looked at each other, politely said goodbye to the principal, and then walked out of the principal's office wearing ill-fitting robes. Flegg, who was last, thoughtfully closed the door.

"Sit down first." After entering the principal's office, Harry was looking around when a cup of hot tea flew in front of Harry.

Harry fiddled with the tea cup in front of him and took a polite sip, but he was not in the mood to taste the tea at the moment. Although the scalding hot tea fell into his stomach and it did make his whole body warm, but as he calmed down, After the unreality of what happened to Allen subsided, he began to accept the fact. His mind was occupied by what Dumbledore had said about Allen before.

Dumbledore just watched Harry Potter calmly and gently.

Harry's voice was bitter as he noticed the headmaster's gaze. "Professor, is it true that Allen can't come back? If he falls into that curtain, is there really no chance of survival? I mean, if the mysterious man can come back, is it possible for Allen too?"

"Harry, if you fall into that curtain, no one can come out alive. We have to accept the fact that Alan has left us forever. Death is just another great adventure. With his bravery, he will go on." Dumbledore looked directly at Harry, his expression was kind, "None of this is your fault, Harry."

Harry didn't say anything. Alan was so good and powerful. He never thought that he would leave them so early. What happened to Hermione now? How sad she must be. Harry felt a little embarrassed to see him. If he hadn't begged Allen to go to the Ministry of Magic for his godfather, maybe the chances of the Harris family would have changed. At least if they didn't fight in front of the curtain, maybe Allen wouldn't have died.

"This is actually the choice of Allen and the Harris family behind him. Even if it were not you, even if it were not today, the showdown between Allen Harris and Voldemort is inevitable. I once tried to persuade him not to be so anxious. As long as he can slow down a little more, his achievements may surpass every wizard you know." Dumbledore continued to enlighten Harry, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful himself, "Harry, you have such a Feelings are normal and part of human nature."

"Hey! Dumbledore? Obviously a wizard with such talent and strength can't listen to you. In fact, I think even most ordinary wizards can't listen to you unless something happens. "Phineas Nigellus Black, the portrait in the principal's office, finally couldn't help but stop pretending to sleep. He said slyly, "But that boy with light blond hair is the second bad boy! He might as well die! Otherwise In my opinion, you have to cultivate another dark devil..."

"That's enough, Phineas." Dumbledore raised his hand to stop the portrait. Apparently, Phineas, who had been knocked out by Alan with a stun spell because he didn't say a word, was still a little unconvinced, but he just held it in. He opened his mouth but did not continue to speak.

"Harry, you're a true Gryffindor, and you don't feel comfortable hiding at home when you believe others are in danger. But it's not your fault, and if I'd had a frank talk with you before, Then you would have known that Voldemort would try to lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked there last night. Of course, the Harris family may have planned this matter a long time ago, and the fault is not yours alone. It was caused by everyone together." Dumbledore put his fingers on his head, looking a little tired, "Harry, I also owe you an explanation. As the principal, I am also responsible for Allen's matter, because I realize now, as he has reminded me before, that the things I have done and failed to do about you all have the imperfections of an older person. Young people don’t know age. I don’t know what people think or how they feel, but if older people forget what it was like when they were young, it would be a big mistake... It seems that I can’t remember it recently..."

The tea in Harry's hand had gone cold, but he didn't realize it. He stared at Dumbledore and almost held his breath. He listened but could hardly understand what the other person was saying.

Dumbledore put down his hands and looked at Harry through his half-moon glasses. "It's time. It's time for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago. Please sit down and I will tell you." All your stuff. All I ask is that you have a little bit of patience. And then you can get mad at me... and do whatever you want... and I won't stop you after I'm done."

The sun was rising, and a dazzling orange light appeared on the mountains. The sky was bright white, and the bright light shone on Dumbledore, on his silver eyebrows and beard, and on the deep color of his face. On wrinkles.

The headmaster of Hogwarts stared out the window at the sun-drenched ground, and after a while his eyes returned to Harry. He said: "Harry, five years ago, just as I had planned and hoped, you came to Hogwarts safe and sound. Oh... not entirely safe and sound, you suffered. When I left you with your uncle, I knew you were going to suffer when you walked in on your aunt's doorstep. I knew that in doing so you were doomed to endure ten dark and difficult years. I knew that Voldemort's knowledge of magic was probably more extensive than that of any wizard alive today. I also knew that, Once he recovers all his magic power, I'm afraid I may not be able to defeat him even if I use the most complex and powerful spells."

Harry stared at Dumbledore intently, but said nothing.

Dumbledore unconsciously moved his gaze away from Harry's green eyes: "But, I also understand where Voldemort's weakness is. So I decided that ancient magic should be used to protect you. He understands this magic. , despised this kind of magic, and he has always despised and underestimated this kind of magic... and because of this, he paid the price for it. Of course, I mean your mother gave up her life to save you. She gave you an idea Unexpected and lasting protection, this protection still flows in your blood to this day. Therefore, I trust your mother's blood. I gave you to her sister, her only surviving relative."

"She doesn't like me," Harry said immediately. "She doesn't give me anything..."

"But she took you in," Dumbledore interrupted him. "She may have taken you in reluctantly, unhappy, reluctantly and complaining, but she accepted you after all. In the process, she also preserved The spell I cast on you. Your mother's sacrifice makes the bond of blood the most powerful protective shield I can give you. As long as you can call the place where your mother's blood is home, there you will be. Unable to be disturbed or harmed by Voldemort. Voldemort caused her blood to flow out, but that blood still exists in you and her sister. Her blood becomes your refuge. As long as you call it home, You need to go back once a year. And as long as you are there, Voldemort can't hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I left the letter on her doorstep and explained in it what I had done to you. Everything, she knew that keeping you at home would ensure that you were safe for the past fifteen years."

Seeing Harry stand up, Dumbledore raised his hand again to interrupt Harry: "Harry, everything is not accidental, it all happens for a reason. Voldemort wanted to kill you when you were a baby because... A prophecy made shortly before your birth.”

Harry was originally asking about his aunt and mother, but Dumbledore suddenly mentioned the prophecy, which made him a little confused. Although he had vaguely known that there was a prophecy related to him from some previous things. , even the shelves full of prophecy balls in the Department of Mysteries that he was led to tonight were obviously done by Voldemort in order to obtain a certain prophecy related to himself.

"Actually, I can tell you this prophecy without getting the prophecy ball. I heard that prophecy with my own ears." Dumbledore sighed, took out his pensieve, and then pulled out a wisp of wisps from his temple. Silver, thoughts as thin as spider silk, and then put these thoughts stuck on the wand into the basin. Professor Sybill Trelawney emerged from the basin, completely different from her usual appearance in class. Her voice was low and hoarse: "The person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... I have resisted him three times." of a family, born at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him as his rival, but he will have powers that the Dark Lord does not know... One of them will surely die at the hands of the other, because both of them They cannot all live, only one survives... The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July..."

"There were two people who matched the criteria at that time, one was you and the other was Neville Longbottom. He eventually marked you as his rival and left you with this scar." Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Why did he do this?" Harry said, feeling cold and stiff all over. "Why did he choose me? Why did he kill me when I was a child? He should have waited until Neville and I were older. See See who is more dangerous and then try to kill that person."

"Yes, that would probably be more practical," said Dumbledore, "but Voldemort's knowledge of the prophecy was incomplete. Halfway through the prophecy, Severus was discovered and thrown out Outside.”

"Snape? Did he tell Voldemort?" A wave of violence built up in Harry's heart.

"Professor Snape, Harry, he didn't know that person was referring to you. After knowing that, he never had a moment of peace of mind for the rest of his life." Dumbledore said, "He only heard the beginning, which is The prophecy predicts that a boy will be born at the end of July, whose parents have resisted Voldemort three times. Therefore, it is impossible for him to remind his master that attacking you will transfer his power to you and mark you as his great enemy. So Voldemort simply cannot Knowing the danger of attacking you, Harry, you are the savior and the only one who has any hope of defeating Voldemort."

Dumbledore asked Harry softly: "I think Professor Snape has told you the connection between you and Voldemort caused by this scar. You should also know why I asked your godfather at the beginning of your summer vacation. I don’t have much contact with your friends, although I changed my mind later.”

Harry raised his eyes and saw the sadness and exhaustion on Dumbledore's face. Harry murmured, "Yes, they have all revealed some information to me more or less, but unfortunately I just can't learn it well." Occlumency... Alan once told me not to blindly indulge in a prophecy that predicts the future. He said that prophecy and divination can only be used as a reference method."

"As Alan told you, Harry, prophecies don't always come true, or they come true in ways that we are completely unexpected or even unaware of. Although if you just use it to find something that already exists It's quite convenient. However, Harry and Alan have different views on some of my practices and my attitude towards this prophecy. What he misunderstood me about is that I actually don't believe in divination and prophecy myself. I even considered canceling this course at Hogwarts until I met Professor Sybill Trelawney who made this prophecy." Dumbledore's voice was originally quite low, but his expression changed after he mentioned the prophecy. Showing a trace of relaxation, "I was actually very worried that Allen would let this prophecy chosen by Voldemort himself go unexpectedly, but today he fell into the veil, which made me feel very regretful and self-blame, but it also made me I am even more convinced that you are the one who defeats Voldemort in the prophecy."

Harry immediately thought of the end of the prophecy under Dumbledore's guidance, and blurted out: "The end of the prophecy... seems to be about... two people can't both live..."

"...Only one survives. You have the ability to defeat the Dark Lord. After he marked you as a powerful enemy, you are the only one who can defeat him in the end. Not me, not Alan, but you, Harrybo Special." Dumbledore allowed himself to look into Harry's green eyes again. Then he became a little hesitant: "I think I owe you another explanation. Harry, you may have wondered why I didn't choose you. As a prefect? ​​I must admit...I think...you already have too many responsibilities to bear."

Harry glanced up at him and saw a tear slipping down Dumbledore's cheek and into his long gray beard.

Although he didn't know what power he had, his trust and admiration for Dumbledore gave him courage. He said to Dumbledore in a firm tone: "The relationship between Voldemort and me is to live to the end." It’s me! I will avenge Allen!”

"If Alan hadn't been so anxious..." Before they finished speaking, Dumbledore and Harry suddenly looked out the window. A silver-white hare Patronus jumped directly in from the window. Tonks A cheerful voice came from its mouth, and the loud voice was incompatible with its small stature: "I saw Alan Harris back, he is still alive!