Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

After hanging in the air for a while, Suer's feet touched the soft carpet again, and the light returned to his eyes. Suer couldn't help but frown.

"It will be a little uncomfortable to use the Pensieve for the first time." Dumbledore's old and soft voice rang in his ears, and he watched with a smile as Soul returned to normal.

Then, Dumbledore picked up the wand and swirled it slightly above the pensieve. The silver thread seemed to be pulled, wrapped around the wand, and was put back into the glass bottle by Dumbledore again.

The pensieve returned to what Su Er first saw - a silvery white mist-like liquid, spinning in the shallow basin with slight ripples.

Dumbledore took Soul back to the principal's office. The soft warm yellow light replaced the silvery cold white light. He put the glass bottle back on the shelf and closed the cabinet door as usual.

"Is this a prophecy made by Professor Trelawney before?" Sur asked curiously.

"Yes." Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "Did you see anything from this memory? Soul?"

Suer thought for a while and then tentatively said,

"The warrior in Professor Trelawney's prophecy is Harry?"

"I want to hear how you analyzed it." Dumbledore neither nodded nor denied, but smiled and snapped his fingers. A silver tray with a glass of pumpkin juice appeared in front of the two people. On the table, he motioned for Surpin to use it.

Suer reached for the pumpkin juice and took a sip before continuing.

"Professor Trelawney predicted that a warrior who can kill the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July to a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times. I am not sure whether Harry's parents have met this condition, but I know that, Harry was born on July 31st."

"Based on the results, the Dark Lord, no, Voldemort later fell into Harry's hands, so I can conclude that Harry is the warrior predicted by Professor Trelawney."

Dumbledore nodded in approval. Soul continued to take a sip of pumpkin juice, and then asked again,

"It's just that I'm a little confused. As far as I know, Mr. Longbottom was also born at the end of July... I believe there are more children born at the end of July, but why Harry?"

"Excellent question, Soul." Dumbledore took out a piece of candy from nowhere, peeled off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth, sipped it with satisfaction, and said,

"In fact, Professor Trelawney's prophecy was only known to me and a few people at the time."

"After that day, we screened all the eligible families in the wizarding world at that time, and a total of seven people were selected."

"Seven?" Suer blinked.

"Yes, seven." Dumbledore took a hard sip of the candy and made a tut. "Mr. Longbottom and Potter are also among them."

"We carried out protection work for these seven families at that time, and each family was secretly protected by several wizards who had the same goals as us at the time."

"Then why are Harry's parents still..."

There was a trace of sadness on Dumbledore's face, and he said calmly, "Actually, we originally wanted to arrange for a few wizards to temporarily live near James and Lily's home, but we believed too much in the power of the secrecy spell... This is what we mistakes."

"So, Professor Sprout's prophecy is actually a multiple-choice question? Choose a warrior from seven. Voldemort went to Harry's house and failed, so Harry became that warrior?"

"That's right, Soul. In fact, each of these seven eligible families has equal opportunities before Voldemort makes his choice. Every child has the possibility to become that warrior." Dumbledore Lido nodded, a flash of memory flashing in his eyes.

"Destiny gave Voldemort seven choices. What he did was to choose a warrior from the seven who he thought would kill him. Little did he know that from the moment he made the choice, the future had already changed."

"At that time, we all thought that Mr. Longbottom would be the warrior, so our most protective force has always been at the Longbottom family. On that day, there were indeed many dark wizards who appeared at the Longbottom family, and there were many core members of Voldemort's group. strength."

"Several other families were also invaded to varying degrees, but none of us expected that Voldemort would choose to go to where James and Lily were in person."

"And when we received the news and rushed there, it was already too late." When Dumbledore said this, a trace of obvious sadness flashed across his face.

"So, the prophecy that Professor Sprout said in front of Harry is very likely to be true?" Suer blinked.

"Yes." Dumbledore said, "It is very possible. In fact, we all know that Voldemort has never really died. He will return one day with his followers."

"We've been preparing for this."

He was definitely going to come back. Soul knew this very well. He had even faced Mr. Voldemort face to face when he was in the first grade. That scene of Avatar chewing a big melon was still fresh in his memory.

"Then...Professor, Voldemort chose Harry's family so accurately, so how did he know about the prophecy mentioned by Professor Sprout? In your memory just now, I seemed to hear outside the door..."

"You are right." Dumbledore nodded, "There was indeed someone outside the door who heard Sybil's prophecy with me. This was my oversight."

"Then...do you know who he is? I mean..."

"I know." Dumbledore said softly, "But that is in the past, and he still regrets it to this day and does his best to make amends."

"Okay, Soul, it's getting late." Dumbledore looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Thank you for coming here to tell me this news. This is very important. Originally, I wanted to have a good sleep today, but now, I must find Voldemort's hidden servant as soon as possible."

"Go back and rest early. I guess your college will hold a celebration for the just-concluded final exam today. I think you will also feel sorry for missing the delicious food carefully prepared in the kitchen."

"Okay, Professor." Suer nodded, stood up neatly and bent down to say goodbye.

"Goodbye, Professor."

Dumbledore watched with a smile as Soul's figure disappeared behind the door. He stood up and walked behind the desk. He took out a thick, square-like object from the cabinet under the desk and tapped it lightly with his fingers. , and then waited patiently.

Not long after, an old voice sounded.

"What's the matter? Albus? I'm watching a play with Perenal. I have to say that television in the Muggle world is really an interesting thing, a great invention~"

"I'm sorry to bother you, Flamel." Dumbledore apologized softly, "I have something urgent to ask Newt. Can you help me contact him?"

"Wait a moment." As the response fell, slow footsteps walked away.

After a while, another voice said, "Professor Dumbledore, this is Newt."

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ps: Today is Mother’s Day. I wish all the great and noble mothers in the world a happy holiday and good health.

I was outside today and used my mobile phone to code out this chapter. There is another chapter that may be a little late, sorry.