94 hp Diagon Alley

Late everything that happens, it's good for you, I'll do it.But I know better than you that temporarily numbing pain will only make it worse when you finally feel it.The bravery and fearlessness you have shown has far exceeded my expectations of you.I ask you to show your courage once again.I ask you to tell us everything that happened. "

Harry took a deep breath and began to narrate to them.As he spoke, everything that happened that night flashed before his eyes like a movie; he saw the potion that brought Voldemort back to life with sparks on its surface; he saw the Death Eaters apparating, suddenly appearing Among the graves around them; he put the invisibility cloak on Cedric - because he felt that Cedric was implicated by him - this should have been between Harry and Voldemort, innocent Digory He should be hurt for this, so he tried to hide Cedric's whereabouts, but he was knocked out by the huge rubble and lay quietly on the ground next to the Triwizard Cup.

Once or twice, Sirius made a little noise as if to say something, his hand still firmly on Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore held up a hand, stopping him.This made Harry thankful, because everything was difficult at the beginning, but now that the conversation was open, it was much easier to continue.Harry noticed that the Diggory couple by the bed next door were also sobbing and listening, and he even felt a sense of relief, as if something poisonous was being sucked out of him bit by bit.He braced himself to go on with great perseverance, but he felt that once he was done, his heart would be much more comfortable.

When Harry told of Avery stabbing him in the arm with a dagger, Sirius let out a cry of excitement, and Dumbledore rose to his feet so quickly that Harry jumped.Dumbledore first moved his hands to add a barrier and sound insulation around it, then walked around the hospital bed and asked Harry to extend his arm.Harry showed them his torn robes and the wound beneath them.

"He said my blood would work better than anyone else's and would make him stronger," Harry told Dumbledore. "He said that protective power—that which my mother left in me A power—he wanted it too. He was right—and when he touched me later, he couldn’t get hurt. He touched my face.”

For a brief moment, Harry seemed to see a gleam of joy in Dumbledore's eyes.But Harry soon decided that he must have been delusional, for Dumbledore looked as old and tired as Harry had always seen him when he returned to his chair.He also saw a forbearance expression on Snape's face, he closed his eyes tightly, and still held his left arm with his right hand.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, sitting down again, "Voldemort has overcome that unusual obstacle. Please go on, Harry."

Harry went on; he told how Voldemort had emerged from the cauldron, and told them what he remembered of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters.He then told them how Voldemort had untied him, returned his wand, and prepared to duel him.

However, he felt a lump in his throat when he spoke of the golden light connecting his wand to Voldemort's.He tried to speak, but what had emerged from Voldemort's wand flooded into his mind like a flood.He could see Bertha Jorkins emerging from the wand, and he could see the old man... his mother... his father...

There was a silence in the ward, and Harry felt that everyone's faces were deeply touched and painful, as if he had pulled the trigger of some memory.

It was then that Sirius broke the silence, which relieved Harry.

"Two wands meeting?" he asked, looking from Harry to Dumbledore. "Why?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore again, and there was a look of fascination on his face.

"Flashback Curse," he murmured.

His eyes looked deeply into Harry's, and an invisible glance of understanding passed between them.

"Can you get the effect of the replay spell?" Sirius asked tactfully.

"Exactly," said Dumbledore. "Harry's wand has the same core as Voldemort's. The feather they each contained was taken from the same phoenix. My phoenix, to be honest."

"The feather in my wand is from Fawkes?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "four years ago, as soon as you left Mr. Ollivander's shop, he wrote to tell me that you had bought the second wand."

"So what happens if a wand meets its brother?" asked Sirius.

"They don't attack each other normally," said Dumbledore, "however, if the owner of the wands insists on two wands fighting . . . a very rare phenomenon occurs. One wand will force the other to repeat The spells it has cast - in reverse order. First the most recent spells...then the previous ones..."

He looked at Harry questioningly, and Harry nodded.

"That means," said Dumbledore slowly, keeping his eyes on Harry's face, "that they will reappear in some form."

"James is alive again?" Sirius asked quickly.

"It is impossible for any spell to awaken the dead," said Dumbledore heavily. "There will only be a phenomenon similar to the echo reversed. A shadow of them will appear in the wand when they were alive... I am right." huh, Harry?"

"The person that wand killed most recently," said Dumbledore, nodding his head, "flashes in reverse order. Of course, if you keep the two wands connected, there will be more phantoms. Very good, ha Leigh, these echoes, these phantoms... what do they do?"

Harry recounted how the figures emerging from the wand hovered around the edges of the golden net, how Voldemort terrified them, how Harry's mother's shadow told him what to do, and at this point Harry felt he could never speak again. down.He turned to look at Sirius, and saw him cover his face with his hands.For some reason, Snape also turned around stiffly.

Harry recounted how he had returned to Hogwarts via the Portkey with the help of a sober Cedric.

"He's a real warrior," said Harry, looking at the Diggory couple and the unconscious Hufflepuff boy, as Dumbledore had lifted the spell against soundproofing, and the haggard couple couldn't bear to hear that. I stopped crying a few times. "He used at least a dozen spells in a row to save me from the Death Eater's jinx. Then he handed me the Portkey so we could escape—and before we left there for good, I felt like I Seeing Voldemort's Killing Curse, a green light hit Cedric." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Diggory uttered a cry of blood, and threw herself on the motionless boy.

Dumbledore and Moody then went to Digory's hospital bed and looked it over with magic from top to bottom.After a while, Dumbledore said with a little relief: "I think the Killing Curse was only cast on the edge of the Invisibility Cloak. It is lifeless, and the Portkey has successfully taken you away. Therefore, the curse did not hit the edge of the Invisibility Cloak." Diggory, but he is clearly under the influence of Voldemort's powerful magic - Poppy will heal him, I assure you, Amos," he said to Cedric's father.

"I want to say it again," Dumbledore turned to Harry, "you have been brave enough tonight, far beyond my expectations, Harry. The courage you have shown is comparable to those of Voldemort at the height of his power. On par with the wizards he fought to the death. You took on the burden of being a grown-up wizard and found yourself up to the task—you made us expect more of you. You just stay In the medical wing. I don't want you to go back to the dormitory tonight. Take some sleeping potions and calm down... Sirius, do you want to accompany him?"

Sirius nodded, stood up, and sat down beside Harry's bed.

When Dumbledore opened the door, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione, the twins and Gwen all surrounded by Madam Pomfrey, who looked utterly devastated, followed by Professor Sprout and Manchuria. Autumn with tears on his face.They appeared to be asking about the patient's condition and whereabouts.When the Gryffindors saw Harry go to the hospital bed, they all turned sharply, and Mrs. Weasley let out a suppressed exclamation.

"Harry! Oh, Harry!"

She started running towards Harry, but Dumbledore stepped forward and got between them.

"Molly," he said, holding up a hand, "please listen to me first. Harry had a terrible ordeal tonight. He just repeated it to me. What he needs now is sleep." , quiet and peace. If he wants you to stay with him," he added, looking around at Bill and the students, "you can stay. But I don't want you to ask him any questions unless he wants to answer them himself. , absolutely not tonight."

Mrs. Weasley nodded.She was very pale.She turned to the children suddenly, as if they were making a row.She lowered her voice and taught: "Did you hear that? He needs to be quiet!"

Dumbledore forbade anyone to ask him questions, and Harry felt an indescribable sense of gratitude.It wasn't that he didn't want them to be here, but the thought of having to repeat the whole thing and experience it all over again made him feel uncomfortable.