94 hp Diagon Alley

Something happened, reflecting the relationship between the two masters. "

"I believe that your wand absorbed some of the power and quality of Voldemort's wand that night, that is to say, it contained a little of Voldemort himself. So, when he chased you, your wand recognized him and recognized him. Out of this fellow and sworn enemy, it spit back upon Voldemort some of Voldemort's own magic, which was far more powerful than the power of Lucius' wand. Now your wand is as powerful as yours Compared with the extraordinary courage and the deadly magic power of Voldemort himself, what is the use of Lucius Malfoy's poor little stick?" Sirius moved his clever head and guessed Probably.

"How could Hermione break my wand if it's so powerful?" Harry asked.

"Harry, Harry, its amazing effect was only on Voldemort, for he tampered with the most esoteric rules of magic with great recklessness. It was only when it was aimed at him that the wand was extraordinarily powerful. At other times, it just followed Like any other wand...but it's a good wand, I believe." Sirius said with some relief.

Harry sat there thinking for a long time, or maybe just a few seconds.It's hard to be sure about things like time here.

"He killed me with the Elder Wand."

"He didn't kill you with the Elder Wand," Sirius corrected Harry. "I assure you, Harry, you're not dead yet—but of course you are," he added hastily, wrapping his arms around his godson's neck. Shoulder, "I didn't underestimate your pain, I know it must be serious."

"But I feel great now," said Harry, looking down at his flawless hands. "Where are we?"

"Hey, I was going to ask you," Sirius said, standing up and looking around, "Where do you think we are?"

Before Sirius asked this question, Harry didn't know it, but now, he found that he had the answer.

"It looks," said Harry slowly, "like King's Cross, but it's much cleaner and empty, and I can't see the trains."

"King's Cross!" laughed Sirius. "My God, really?"

"Where do you think we are, then?" said Harry, a little incredulously.

"I don't know. Like people say, you're the party." Sirius looked around curiously, muttering under his breath, "I wasn't expecting Grimmauld Place, but King's Cross—please—"

Harry didn't understand what that meant.Sirius was getting irritating.Harry stared at him, only to remember a much more pressing question than where they were.

"Deathly Hallows," he said, and was pleased to see the playful, know-it-all smile disappear from Sirius' face.

"Ah, you're asking about something I don't understand," he said, even looking a little distressed.

"what happened?"

"Dumbledore never revealed the Deathly Hallows to me." Sirius said unhappily, "I think he doesn't completely trust everyone, he still keeps some secrets. Maybe there is a chance we can ask him An answer, and an apology." After speaking, Sirius showed the excited look of having a bad idea again.

"There's something I can tell you at last, Sirius," said Harry, "and guess what, all of that, the Peverell brothers are the three brothers in the story—the Deathly Hallows story is true. "

"Honestly, my mom wasn't the kind of mother who would tell me bedtime stories." Embarrassed, Sirius stroked his long, beautifully shaped hair. "But I know about the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak."

"I think my father's cloak came from the last descendant of Ignotus, who was born in the village of Godric's Hollow."

Sirius seemed to recall something, "Yeah, that's a really good invisibility cloak, completely different from other invisibility cloaks."

"Grindelwald got the Elder Wand, but Dumbledore defeated him in the end, so he has the wand."

Sirius nodded, "It seems that Dumbledore has already made arrangements for the ownership of the Elder Wand."

"The Resurrection Stone was turned into a Horcrux," Harry went on, "Dumbledore left it to me as a legacy."

"To be precise, he gave it to you as a gift." Sirius pointed out the loophole, "otherwise the person sitting here to answer your doubts is Dumbledore—God, he must be better than me. "

They sat in silence for a long time, the whimpering of the being behind them hardly distracting Harry anymore.

"Why did he make things so complicated?"

Sirius' smile trembled, as if he'd been meaning to ask the question himself.

"I'm willing to judge Dumbledore with the highest respect and some small malice. I'm afraid he's trying to use Hermione to keep you in check, Harry. Dumbledore may be worried that your hot head will dominate your good heart." .Who can escape the temptation of the Deathly Hallows? Dumbledore wants you to get them, to be safe in possession, not to be controlled. Then you are the true conqueror of death, because the true conqueror will never Will try to escape death. He will embrace mortality and know that there are far worse things in the world of the living than death. I must say again, Harry, you have such a noble soul."

"Did Voldemort never know about the Hallows?"

"I think so, otherwise how could he have turned the Resurrection Stone straight into a Horcrux—stupid noseless thing. But even if he knew them, Harry, he probably wouldn't be interested in anything but the first He would think he didn't need the Invisibility Cloak, and as for the Resurrection Stone, which dead man would he want to call back? He's afraid of the dead. He doesn't know how to love." Sirius showed that disgusted expression again, as if referring to a dirty rag .

"Do you think Dumbledore expected him to be looking for that wand?"

"I don't need to guess, Harry, because I know for sure. Dumbledore has had this hunch since your wand defeated Voldemort's in Little Hangleton's graveyard. He knows his former pupils well, Right? Like he knows you as he knows me. And I can tell you more, because I've seen a lot of things while wandering around here." Sirius said, pointing to his head, "Like Dumbledore Lido arranged for Snotlite - well, Snape - to kill him, partly to secure the guy's absolute trust among the Death Eaters. And save the nasty Malfoy, they finally got a little son." He snorted, "On the other hand, Dumbledore intended for Snape to have the Elder Wand."

"It didn't materialize at this point," Harry said.

"He's not omnipotent either, is he?" Sirius gloated. "There's always an element of surprise."

The life behind them twitched and groaned, and Harry and Sirius sat in silence for a long time, longer than the previous few silences.Finally, like snowflakes wafting gently, Harry slowly realized what was going to happen next.

"I have to go back, don't I?"

"It's up to you."

"I can choose?"

"Yes," Sirius looked at him with a smile, "you said we were at King's Cross, didn't you? I think if you decided not to go back, you could... say... board a train."

"Where will it take me?"

"Go ahead," he said simply.

Silence again.

"Voldemort got the Elder Wand."

"Yes. Voldemort holds the Elder Wand."

"But you want me to go back?"

"I think," said Sirius, "that if you choose to go back, there's a chance he's finished forever. I can't guarantee that. But I know, Harry, that you're less afraid of coming back here than he is."

Harry took another look at the trembling, sobbing red thing in the shadows under the far chair.

"I'll always be with you," said Sirius. "Did you see James and Lily just now? I'm just like them, Harry. If you want to go forward, I'll put my arm around your shoulder and be with you." Forward. If you're going to face Voldemort, of course I'll give you a ride—I promise, I won't let you come to harm."

Harry nodded, sighing.Leaving this place won't be as hard as stepping into the Forbidden Forest, but it's warm and quiet and bright, and he knows he's going back to face the pain, the fear of losing even more loved ones.But Sirius' promise made him more confident.He stood up, and Sirius stood up, and they stared at each other for a long time.

"If I go back, will you go back to your old self?" Harry asked.

"I'm not sure," Sirius said, looking at his blue robes, "I kinda like this one. But things can't get any worse, Harry. It seems like I'm cute even if I'm out of my mind .”

Harry shrugged. "Kreacher likes that you. But I still want to live with my godfather, if we can get through this time."

Sirius laughed, patting Harry on the shoulder and wiping the corner of his eye.

"Tell me one last thing," Harry said, "is this real? Or is it happening in my head?"

Sirius' voice reached Harry's ears loud and powerful.

"Of course it's happening in your head, Harry, but why does that mean it's not real? See you later."

He lay face down on the ground again, the smell of the Forbidden Forest wafting through his nostrils.He felt the cold under his cheek