94 hp Diagon Alley

where? "

"No," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

"I'd like to keep Ignotus' present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course, Harry, it's yours forever, until you pass it on!"

"and this."

Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe in their eyes, something Harry, despite his sleep deprivation and light head, was aware of and disliked.

"I don't want it," said Harry.

"What?" said Ron loudly. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily, "but I'm happier with my own wand. So..."

He fumbled in the leather pouch around his neck and pulled out the holly wand, broken in two and held together only by thin phoenix feathers.Hermione had said it was too damaged to be repaired.He knew that if the following trick didn't work, it would be completely hopeless.

He put the broken wand on the Headmaster's desk, touched it with the tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Restored as before."

When the wand was reattached, red sparks burst from the tip.Harry knew it was a success.He picked up the holly and phoenix-feather wand, feeling a sudden warmth in his fingers, as if wand and hand were rejoicing in their reunion.

"I will return the Elder Wand to its rightful owner," he said to Dumbledore, who gazed at him with love and admiration, "and let it end naturally, as you have planned."

But this time Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry, as you can see, I already have a brand new wand." After that, he waved his rowan wood wand, and golden wands fell from the ceiling of the office. Sequins and candy wrappers, sprinkled in their hair. "But I respect your decision that you can put it in a place where it won't be disturbed - please don't tell me - that's the best home for it."

They looked at each other and smiled.

"Now, I'm sorry." Dumbledore looked at Ron and Hermione politely, "Can I have a chat with Harry alone?"

Harry looked at his friends, nodded, and the two turned to leave the headmaster's office.

"We'll be waiting for you outside the door." Ron said back.

Dumbledore sealed the ears of all the headmaster's portraits.

"I met Sirius when I was dying." Harry said, "But I still need you to answer the question about the Deathly Hallows." After finishing speaking, he was very happy to see the smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared .

"Ah, yes," he said, even looking a little distressed.

"what happened?"

For the first time since Harry met Dumbledore he saw that he was not an old man, very much.At that moment, he was like a little boy who got caught doing something bad.

"Can you forgive me?" he said. "Can you forgive me for not trusting you? Not telling you? Harry, I'm just afraid you'll fail like me. I'm just afraid you'll make the same mistake I did. I I beg your forgiveness, Harry. I have known for some time that you are better than me."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, surprised by Dumbledore's tone, and by the sudden welling of tears in his eyes.

"Hallows, Hallows," murmured Dumbledore, "a hopeless man's dream!"

"But they are real!"

"True, and dangerous, is the bait of fools," said Dumbledore. "I am such a fool. But you already know that, don't you? I have no more secrets to keep from you. You know."

"what do you know?"

Dumbledore turned his whole body to face Harry, tears still glistening in his bright blue eyes.

"Conqueror of death, Harry, master of death! In the end, am I better than Voldemort?"

"Of course," said Harry, "of course—why would you ask that? You never kill if you can avoid it!"

"Yes, yes," said Dumbledore, like a child seeking comfort, "but I have also sought to conquer death, Harry."

"Not like him," said Harry.How strange it was that he had held a grudge against Dumbledore in the past, and now he was sitting here, in the familiar headmaster's office, defending Dumbledore against his remorse. "Holy artifacts, not Horcruxes."

"Hallows," murmured Dumbledore, "not Horcruxes. Exactly."

"Grindelwald looked for them too?" he asked.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded.

"This is what brought us together in the first place," he said softly, "two bright, mad teenagers with the same obsession. I know you've already guessed why the Invisibility Cloak was in my hand the night your parents died. Here. James showed it to me just a few days ago. No wonder he was able to go undetected for all those infractions at school! I couldn't believe my eyes and offered to borrow it to study Research. At that time, I had long since given up the dream of owning all the holy artifacts at the same time, but I couldn't resist, couldn't help but take a closer look... This invisibility cloak is different from anything I've seen before. On the one hand, they are all perfect... After your father died, I finally had two holy artifacts, all of which belonged to me!"

His tone became extremely painful.

"The Invisibility Cloak won't help them survive, though," said Harry hastily. "Voldemort knows where my parents are, and the Invisibility Cloak won't make them immune to the curse."

"Good," said Dumbledore, "good."

Harry waited, but Dumbledore didn't speak, so Harry reminded him.

"That is to say, when you saw the invisibility cloak, you gave up looking for the holy artifact?"

"Yeah," said Dumbledore feebly, as if forcing himself to meet Harry's gaze, "you know what's going on. You know. You can't despise myself any more than I do."

"I didn't despise you—"

"Then you should despise me," said Dumbledore, taking a deep breath. "You know the secret of my sister's ill health, what those Muggles have done, and what she has become. You know my Poor father paid the price for avenging her and died tragically in Azkaban. You know my mother gave up her life to take care of Ariana."

"I resented it all at the time, Harry." Dumbledore's story was frank and indifferent.Now his eyes flicked over Harry's head, looking into the distance.

"I'm talented, I'm good. I want to get away. I want to excel. I want to shine."

"Don't get me wrong," he said, the pain on his face making him look old again, "I love them, I love my parents, I love your siblings, but I'm selfish, Harry, More selfish than you, a very selfless person, can imagine."

"So after my mother died, I was responsible for taking care of a disabled younger sister and a wayward younger brother, and I returned to the village full of resentment and pain. I thought I was stuck, wasting my time! Then, needless to say, he came... ..."

Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes again.

"Grindelwald. You can't imagine how his ideas fascinated me and inspired me. Muggles were forced to submit, and we wizards were proud. Grindelwald and I are the glorious young leaders of this revolution."

"Oh, I had a little scruples, but I comforted my conscience with empty words. It was all for the greater good, and any harm done would do a hundredfold good to the wizarding world. Deep in my heart Do you know Gellert. What kind of man is Grindelwald? I think I know, but I turn a blind eye. As long as our plans can be realized, all my dreams will come true."

"And at the heart of our plan, the Deathly Hallows! How obsessed he is, how obsessed we both are! A wand that never loses, a weapon that will give us power! The Resurrection Stone—meaning to him Inferi army, but I pretend not to know! To me, I admit, it means bringing my parents back from the dead and relieving me of all responsibilities."

"And the Invisibility Cloak... Somehow, we never talked much about the Invisibility Cloak, Harry. We both hid ourselves pretty well without it. Of course, the real magic of the Invisibility Cloak is that it does more than just protect and conceal." Master, it can also be used to protect and conceal others. At the time, I thought, if we can find it, maybe we can use it to hide Ariana, but we are only interested in the invisibility cloak because it is one of the three elements. According to legend, at the same time The man who has three things is the true conqueror of death, which we understand to mean 'invincible'."

"The invincible conquerors of death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! Two months of ecstasy, full of cruel dreams, neglecting the only two people in the family who need my care."

"Then...you know what happened. Reality came in the form of my rough, uneducated, but much better brother. I don't want to hear the truths he yelled at me. I don't want to hear I was held back by a weak, unstable sister, unable to seek the Hallows."

"The argument escalated into a duel. Grindelwald lost control. Something about him—something I've always felt, but always pretended not to notice—exploded horribly at this moment. Arianna  … …after such loving care and care from my mother … fell to the ground and died.”

Dumbledore took a deep breath and began to cry passionately.Harry held out his hand, and he gripped Dumbledore's arm tightly.