Doomed to be an enemy

Harry was deep in thought, not knowing how to speak, and his expression became distressed.

"Harry, you look a little confused." Dumbledore leaned forward, his slender fingertips facing each other, and his tone was kind. "I'm sorry I can't give you a Lemon Sherbet right now - oh, I like it anyway. Maybe you can sit down first, we've got plenty of time."

"Thank you, Professor."

The old man's light-hearted jokes made Harry subconsciously smile. He glanced at the chair behind the desk that only the headmaster could sit on, and simply took out his wand and summoned the armchair in Enfield 24 from the thin air.The chair has golden metal armrests and bright red cushions with silver streaks.Harry glanced around and brought it closer to the portrait, even though the room was full of portraits looking at him.

Dumbledore also watched all this and smiled: "Professor Flitwick will be very happy to see you use the summoning spell so skillfully."

The chair made a heavy landing sound. "I was going to use the Transfiguration Charm." Harry shrugged. "But Professor McGonagall is not here. It would be a disaster if I couldn't change back."

"Indeed." Dumbledore blinked at him.

When Harry sat down, his expression was dazed for a moment. He couldn't help but lowered his head and touched the cushion under his buttocks. It turned out to be warm?Harry couldn't help blinking, thinking of a possibility, he tightened his lips so that he couldn't help laughing.

On the other side, in the bedroom of house No. 24 in Enfield, London, sitting on the cold floor, Voldemort couldn't recover for a while.Let alone contemplation, his heart skipped a beat—he had never experienced such a sudden disappearance of a chair.

"Dumbledore—"

Rubbing his aching waist, Voldemort began to love and hate the boy he liked.Thinking of the other party's current position, it is not difficult to explain all of this. He really is not in the right place with that old bastard.

Burned that portrait sooner or later.

Voldemort thought through gritted teeth, although he also knew that this idea was not realistic.After a while, he slowly got up, grabbed the documents in his hand and walked towards the four-poster bed—oh, he didn't want to stay there anymore, who knows if the boy is proficient in the anti-summoning spell...

in the principal's room.

Harry cleared his throat and managed to suppress the smile.He raised his head and stared at the portrait of the old man with emerald green eyes.Then, when he thought of what happened during this period, the smile in his chest really slowly disappeared. "Professor, how do you fit into all this..." Harry murmured.

"That made me speculate, but I'm afraid you'll have to make it clearer, Harry." Dumbledore stared at him through the half-moon-shaped lenses, with the wisdom of an elder in his blue eyes.Harry suddenly had a sore nose, but he held back.

"Do you remember that in the fifth grade, Hogwarts students, including many wizards outside the school, thought I was crazy?"

"Yes, very impressed." Dumbledore nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue with his eyes. "At the time I just insisted that Voldemort was back, even though no one acknowledged it."

Harry said:

"But now it's the other way around. I thought I could keep doing that, I mean, sticking to what I thought was right. It just looked like it was wrong."

Harry recounted what had happened last night. "Several of the Slytherins who attacked Draco Malfoy and one of them used the Cruciatus Curse should have been taught a lesson. But I could feel that if I told Professor Slughorns To be honest, I’m afraid what they have learned is not just a lesson..."

Harry finally showed the daze and confusion that belonged to his age. "It's ridiculous to say that, but for a moment I felt—"

"fear."

It was extremely quiet in the principal's office.Professor Dumbledore stared at Harry: "It is the unknown that frightens us."

"Like a spell you don't understand, or an unknown result, or a power you don't understand. Sometimes even we as Gryffindors have to compromise, and I have to say, Harry, I never thought of you Made it this far. But I'm glad you came to me."

"Fear is just an instinct, and that's not shameful," said Dumbledore, "because you're coming into contact with a new power. As I said, you don't know much about it, so you're afraid of its consequences, afraid because A small mistake by myself leads to a bigger mistake."

"New power..." Harry said subconsciously.

"Yes." Dumbledore stared at him, "Magic is not the only power, there are many other, invisible but powerful. Voldemort is very skilled in this area, and perhaps to put it bluntly, I am one of them. If You are already the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and have always been, and I think you will still be exposed to this power in the future."

Harry said, "But I don't want to use it."

Dumbledore couldn't help smiling: "In my experience, sometimes it will come uninvited - like last night - what can you do at that time?"

"...to avoid the worst possible outcome?" Harry hesitated.

"Yes, yes, just as you avoided the consequences of those few Slytherins getting expelled and breaking their wands last night, Harry, I must say that as a first-timer to this power, you have done a good job. said Dumbledore, "but this power is always dormant—sometimes, what if you don't notice it?"

Harry thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe I can only try to make up for it after it happens?"

"That is indeed a method. But some things cannot be repaired. Such as damage," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked deeply at Harry, "such as life."

Harry fell silent.

"What should I do?" he asked.

Dumbledore didn't answer, instead he said: "I heard that you once severely injured Mr. Malfoy with a spell, oh, I remember that was when you were in sixth grade, right?"

Startled, Harry nodded. "That spell is called 'Shen Feng Wu Ying'."

"Yes, I've heard." Dumbledore folded his hands on the table, "Then, assuming you knew this spell and its power in advance, would you still use it on Draco Malfoy? "

It was hardly a thought, and Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore blinked: "If you compare the Shadowless Curse to power, you see, these are two different results."

Harry understood a little.

"You want me to understand it, use it correctly, and lead to the best result?" His brows couldn't help but wrinkled, distressed, "It's like you, or... Voldemort?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing:

"Oh, Harry, it will be a long time before you reach this level, but admittedly, yes, if you cannot avoid it, then it is better to try to understand it, at least understand that this power can Bring something." The old man's blue eyes looked at the young leader of the Order of the Phoenix through half-moon glasses.

"Harry, it's right to be afraid. We must remain in awe of power so as not to fall into it."

Harry nodded, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face: "Professor, if I have doubts about this, can I come and ask you for advice?"

"You know, being a portrait is boring." Dumbledore nodded.This made Harry feel a balloon called happiness inflated in his heart, and the hesitation and uncertainty that were pressing in his heart disappeared miraculously.He couldn't help but smile, "Thank you, Professor, I should have come earlier."

"I don't think it's too late." Dumbledore blinked at Harry. "So, I guess your doubts are pretty much settled - I'm proud to be a portrait of Albus Dumbledore."

"I don't quite get it," said Harry. "Aren't you Professor Dumbledore?" "A portrait, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I am a portrait. Albus Dumbledore in the eyes of others." Lido. Magic brought together many memories into me. To be honest, this is a very complicated magical process. It can be said that I have most of his memories, most of his personality, oh, and most of his hobbies."

"Sorry." Harry whispered.

"There's no need to apologize, many people can't tell the difference." Dumbledore leaned back on the back of the high chair, his eyes were peaceful, "Harry, don't pity the dead, pay more attention to the living .”

Harry nodded silently. "I know."

"Then, go and see your friends, I think they are waiting for you." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile.Harry knew it was time to leave, but even though he knew that the other party was just a portrait, he still felt a little reluctant and hesitant.Dumbledore's eyes softened, "Go, Harry."

Finally Harry stood up. He thought for a while and said, "Professor, you asked for a conversation the day before yesterday. Do you have anything to say to me?"

Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes looked a bit deep, he was silent for a while before he said: "It's some profound thoughts, in fact I'm also a little curious, Harry, can you tell me what you think of Voldemort now?"

Harry couldn't help curling his fingers: "He...is more rational than before, at least the former Voldemort would not agree to a truce."

Harry felt that he was crazy to say such similar words of defense in front of Dumbledore.No matter how the portraits gasped when they heard the Dark Lord's name, those emerald green eyes still looked at Professor Dumbledore, firmly.So, Harry saw a trace of complexity in Dumbledore's eyes behind the pair of half-moon lenses in the portrait:

"This is enough."

"Do what you think is right, Harry."

After leaving the principal's office, Harry was relieved. He felt that Professor Dumbledore might have seen something, but he obviously gave him enough trust.

The rest of the afternoon was spent helping to clean up the classroom. At this time, no one thought about what would happen to the interrupted NEWTs exam.In fact, the Ministry of Magic responded quite quickly this time. When Harry went to the auditorium to attend the dinner with back pain, wizards from the Department of Examinations and Education of the Ministry of Magic had already sat on the teaching staff and initiated a speech before the dinner.

"In view of the accidents in this NEWTs exam, the Department of Examinations and Education of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts Headmaster Professor Minerva McGonagall have decided to give all seventh graders the compensation for 'excellent' graduation exams in the enchantment subject." The whole There was enthusiastic whistle and applause in the auditorium, and the seventh-grade students in the four colleges were all excited. They all participated in the work of helping to clean up the classrooms, and all the tiredness was swept away at this moment.

After a long time, the atmosphere began to cool down.

"At the same time in this accident, Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Ron Weasley, Mr. Draco Malfoy, Miss Hermione Granger successfully assisted Auror to stop four Azkaban The black wizard's jailbreak behavior and excellent magic skills were given to these four wizards NEWTs exam defense against the dark arts subjects, charm subjects, and Hogwarts defense against the dark arts subject graduation exam 'excellent' exemption .”

This time the applause was even more enthusiastic, and now the whole school knew what happened in the afternoon.At this moment, there was polite applause even from the Slytherin table. "It's not used to it," Harry heard Ron mutter under his breath.At the same time, Hermione was not surprised when she felt a bunch of eyes gathered here. She applauded and said, "It's not surprising at all, Harry saved all the seventh graders."

Feeling a little embarrassed, Harry tried to focus on the tall wizard who was reading the announcement from the lectern.It's a pity that the other party walked off the podium besides notifying the news that the Ministry of Magic will receive reporters soon and publish the response to this incident in the Daily Prophet.

"The Ministry of Magic is going to take this matter seriously." Hermione's expression was thoughtful. "This is the first time that NEWTs are exempted - even though it's only two of them."

Ron shrugged: "It sounds like Fudge is going to be doomed. To exempt us from the exam, what kind of anger does he have to make the Dark Lord?"

This reminded Harry suddenly of what he saw in the principal's office today, Fudge signing the contract paper that had been tampered with by Voldemort.He calmly took out his wand and cast a Silencing Charm before he spoke about it.

"I've only heard that the dark wizard has such a trick, I didn't expect it to be true?!" Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he didn't even feel the sausage on the fork fell off.Harry said, "I'm more interested in what was written on it that would get Fudge thrown into Azkaban."

"Oh, it's not hard to guess." Hermione managed to regain her senses, "If you think about it differently, if you want Fudge to enter Azkaban, there must be clear evidence of the offense. What is more suitable than a confession letter?"

"Or a letter of resignation." Ron put down his fork and swallowed, "Anyway, it's over for Fudge this time."

"I just don't know who will be next after Fudge's resignation." Harry pushed the plate away, feeling unappetizing, "I guess it's Voldemort."

Ron shivered.