When the savior is no longer the savior

The two sat down on chairs.

Harry said, "Draco, what do you want from me?"

"Actually... well, maybe," Draco said.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Draco fell silent.

Harry was puzzled: "You can just say... Speaking of which, how did you escape from Hogwarts?" He remembered that he had never been able to leave Hogwarts during his school days.

"I asked for leave," Draco said dryly.

"For what?" Harwich asked.

"Family matters," Draco said.

"What happened to Malfoy?" Harry was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he made sure that he didn't get any clues about Malfoy from the "Daily Prophet" or other sources of information.

"It's nothing," Draco said.

"..." Harry.

Draco looked distraught: "I just lied to the headmaster and got a day off, that's all."

"For what?" Harry asked tangledly, he felt that the conversation he had with the other party at this moment was really unnutritive.

Draco was furious: "No reason! Why aren't you in Godric's Hollow? You disappeared from school without saying anything, I thought—" He paused, "I don't know your other contacts at all Method! No address! No owl! You seem to have disappeared suddenly, if I hadn't asked Professor Snape, I'm afraid I won't know where you've been when you return to school!"

"I was in a hurry that day," said Harry apologetically.

Draco was sullen.

The food ordered by the two arrived, Draco took a sip of his drink from his cup, and Harry began to enjoy his late breakfast.

"Are you going to live in the Leaky Cauldron?" Draco asked.

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"They said you'd stay at Potter's house for a month, and it's only halfway through now... Are you used to living here? They treat you badly?" Draco asked again.

"No, neither," said Harry, "it's just that there's no point in staying any longer."

Draco responded, and a minute later, he asked again: "Have you and Potter had any conflicts? Have they treated you well in the past half month?"

Harry put down his knife and fork: "...What are you trying to say? Draco."

Draco's pale face was blushing, he lowered his head, drank half a glass of drink in silence, and said hesitantly: "I think... for the quarrel before you left, I should apologize to you ...I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to say that."

Harry was very surprised, and then he laughed and said, "Merlin, you lied to the principal to ask for leave, and you came out on purpose just to tell me this...?"

Draco was even more embarrassed, but he still tried his best to put on a proud posture, and said slowly: "Malfoy won't refuse to admit his mistake, as long as it is indeed a mistake."

Harry was undeniably touched.The quarrel half a month ago was left behind by Snape when he brought the good news that "his magic power can be restored", but now it seems that it is obvious that this half month Draco has been worrying about this matter all the time, and because of this, he asked Professor Snape about his whereabouts, and lied to the headmaster about leaving Hogwarts on leave...

"I accept." Harry gave Draco a big smile.

Draco's tight little cheeks relaxed, he raised his eyebrows, and slowly stretched out his hand: "Then we—"

"Of course," said Harry cheerfully, taking the hand that was held out in front of him, "still good friends."

The two smiled at each other.

At this time, the double-sided mirror in Harry's arms suddenly began to vibrate.

Harry frowned a little dissatisfied. He gestured to Draco to say we'll talk about it later, then took out the mirror, stepped aside and lowered his voice: "Didn't I say that there is nothing to do except what I want?" Don't bother me?... Of course," he was a little impatient, "I know the conditions from the beginning, I will do those things for you... What?" His voice suddenly rose.

Draco looked in Harry's direction curiously.I saw the boy who was grinning a moment ago tighten his face, looking unexpectedly serious and cold, and he seemed to be repeating: "You said, the child of the Potter family is missing?"

—Il, missing?

54. The Mysterious Man in Knockover Alley...

The clouds dispersed, and the scorching sun hung high in the sky, shining brightly and shooting out thousands of incandescent beams.

Even standing in the shade under the canopy, Harry felt a little dizzy.The surrounding noise suddenly magnified infinitely at this moment, passing into the ears, making people feel indescribably irritated.He has never wanted to yell like this at a moment, he took several deep breaths to calm down the anger and anxiety surging in his heart - but this still failed to calm down the slight trembling of his hand holding the double-sided mirror: "What's going on?" ? Are you mistaken?"

The person on the other side of the double-sided mirror said something.

"James is on leave?" Harry murmured, "Hasn't seen since last night?...There was a lot of noise?...Last night?"

He felt that he had vaguely captured something.

Last night... It was impossible to use the fireplace, I hadn't learned apparation, and Il needed the cooperation of the follower's apparition, the door key had to be registered, and it was impossible to get it casually... the knight bus!

The word popped into Harry's mind.

As if finding the thread to hold the stray beads, Harry connected everything together.

That's right - the easiest and most direct way for El to leave Godric's Hollow is to summon the Knight Bus - and he's actually right behind him!

Harry remembered the vague feeling of being followed since Godric's Hollow - it was obviously not all Draco's, at least it was impossible for Draco to fly to Godric's Hollow to follow him - and his After getting on the bus, the Cavalier bus stopped quickly, and of course the one next to him, the one who saw him pull the bed curtain and then yank it shut...

Il stay in that position!

A few minutes ago, he was still following him!

Harry couldn't help it this time, and cursed bitterly.

The person on the other side of the double-sided mirror seemed to be very interested in what he thought of, and kept asking.

Harry ignored it, said "Thank you" perfunctorily, and then turned it off.Then he stuffed the mirror into his arms indiscriminately, and walked to the table where he and Draco were: "Draco..."

"Potter's gone?" Draco interrupted Harry.

"At the moment, I have to—" said Harry.But Draco didn't wait for him to finish, he interrupted Harry again: "You have to go to him? Huh? You have to go to him alone?" Draco had a thick sneer on his face, "Ha Li, who is Potter to you? Are you worthy of this? When did you have the responsibility and obligation to be responsible for the safety of Potter—the guy who took away your magic power?"

He restrained his words from being too harsh, but he wondered if this guy in front of him really dared to leave him at this moment-knowing that he slipped out of Hogwarts to apologize like him-to find a Potter...he must give the other party a "cruciatus" and break off the relationship!

break up!He should never expect himself to forgive him again!Platinum Xiaolong gritted his teeth and thought.Then I heard a hesitant voice coming from in front of me: "Maybe... Draco, are you going to find someone with me?"

... well it wasn't "I'm sorry".Draco let out a breath before realizing what Harry had said.

Find someone together?

Go find Potter together?

The guy who used black magic on him half a month ago, trying to take away his magic power with evil power?

Draco's eyes widened, feeling disbelief more than anger, he let out a cry and raised his voice, "Harry, do you know what you're talking about?"

Needless to say Draco, Harry also felt that he had come up with a bad idea, he sighed annoyedly and rubbed his forehead - it was really unrealistic for Draco to go find Il with him, but leaving Draco To find Il?He was still not very relieved - and Il, where could Il go now?If his guess is correct, after he got off the bus, Il would definitely get off the bus as soon as possible to keep up with him, but he remembered that after he got off the bus, the Knight Bus did indeed leave... the one near Diagon Alley ... Muggle streets? (How could Il know?) ...Knockturn Alley? ...

The thought made Harry's face darken.He didn't even notice that Draco, who was sitting across from him, kept looking thoughtful from the very beginning.

"...Okay." Draco, who had observed Harry for a long time, had a faint premonition in his heart, and he made a decision before Harry actually made a decision.

"What?" Harry couldn't believe what he heard.

"I said let's go together." Draco smirked, then he stood up, his tone cold, "Do you know where he is now?"

Harry could sense Draco's unhappiness, which he didn't hide very well - and he didn't hide much - but at this particular moment, Harry decided to speak later, and he stood up: "If I'm not wrong If so, El is now in Knockturn Alley."

Draco curled his lips with a look of disdain, but he didn't say anything, and walked towards Knockturn Alley with Harry who had already dropped the silver Sickles to pay the bill.

Knockturn Alley, which borders Diagon Alley, seems to be shrouded in a kind of gloomy gloom all year round.A wizard in robes was whispering in the corner, and the dark doorway was pitch black even under the bright sunlight, as if a terrifying monster would pop out at any time.On the narrow and dilapidated store counters on both sides of the completely insulated street, there are blackened heads, withered severed hands... all kinds of things that look very evil.

Draco followed Harry, looking curiously at Knockturn Alley—this wasn't his first time here, but this place that rejected underage wizards was still very attractive to him.

Compared to Draco, Harry seemed to have no distractions. He looked around, but only looked at those wizards—he also tried to talk to them, but most of the wizards just warned him to leave, and a few The ragged wizard looked at Harry strangely, and then their eyes turned to the golden gem buttons on Draco's sky blue magic robe.

Draco hated the look, but he was wise enough not to cause trouble - not for Harry's sake, but for his own!

That idiot has Potter on his mind now, doesn't he?It's impossible for him to notice anything else... Draco thought sarcastically, but he was afraid that someone would grab his lowered hand.

Draco was taken aback when he heard the person holding his hand whisper, "Don't worry."

"Harry?" Draco called out unconsciously.

"Don't worry," Harry repeated. He didn't look back, and pulled Draco forward. During the search all the way just now, he already had some clues. "I will keep you safe... When necessary, I can use the Follow along."

Of course he didn't tell Draco that it was taking a toll on his body.

"You've got your magic back!?" Draco looked like he wanted to scream.

"It's just a tricky way, you can use some... Be careful to control." Harry said, paused, and he went on, "I have to complete a magic ritual with Il to restore my magic power... This is where I live. The reason for entering Potter's house."

Draco didn't expect Harry to say, "Are you explaining to me?"

Harry, who was walking ahead, didn't speak.

And after speaking, the inexplicably calm Draco did not contain negative emotions, but said slowly: "But even if there were no such reasons, you would still go to him, wouldn't you?"

Harry still didn't speak, but Draco felt his hand stiffen as he held his.

Then, his hand was released.

The sun is getting bigger.This perennially stale alley seems to have some vitality at last.

The two walked through Knockturn Alley silently, one in front and one behind. The place they walked became more and more remote, the alley became narrower and narrower, there were fewer wizards around, and the shops were scattered and deserted... When they passed through a dark, cold doorway again, Harry bumped into an adult wizard who was completely covered in dark green magic robes.

The opponent was stumbled by Harry's bump.

Harry reflexively stretched out his hand to support the person, and felt a slight tingling in the palm of his hand the moment he touched it, as if he had been stung by something.

He immediately withdrew his hand, glanced at it without any trace, and found that the palm was clean without any wounds. Then he looked at the wizard in front of him with a little doubt, and found that the wizard he hit had long, black, drooping hair. Down to cover part of his cheeks, and a hat on his head - which covers another part of his face.

In the dim light, not only could Harry not see the other person's appearance clearly, he even didn't know the approximate age of the person he bumped into.

"I'm sorry." Harry said hastily, and was about to leave, but a low hoarse voice stopped him: "—are you looking for an 11-year-old kid?"

Harry, who had already taken two steps, suddenly turned around.

The wizard who spoke stood quietly in the corner, the dark magic robe that covered his ankles made his whole body into the darkness, his voice sounded again, hoarse and deep, unhurried: "I saw you asking the passing wizard That's it - the kid is ahead, turn left and go straight to the end."

"Thank you very much," said Harry cautiously. "What's your name?"

In the darkness, the wizard's only exposed lip twitched slightly, and he continued: "I saw that boy surrounded by several wizards..."

He didn't say any more.The boy who asked for his name had already grabbed another child, turned around and hurried away.

There was only one wizard left in the long doorway.

He raised his hand, the palm that exposed the robe was slender but pale, the fingertips and the back of the hand were sickly blue.He tugged on his robe to cover the small piece of skin that was accidentally exposed on his neck again.The inner layer of the robe was turned out because of his movement, and through the faint light from the outside, it can be found that it is a robe with thick animal fur—this is where Durmstrang is. It's popular.

The wizard doesn't seem to be in good health.A gust of cold wind blew through the door opening, which immediately caused him to cough, but he didn't seem to care too much, and only put his hands into his sleeves again.

"Harry..." He looked at the direction Harry was leaving and said to himself, "Harry? Ravens?"

"It's really unpredictable, don't you think so?" He said softly, but the empty doorway made people wonder who he was talking to. "Magic is always beyond our imagination. A... nice name."

The dark doorway disappeared behind him, and the strange-looking wizard was temporarily forgotten by Harry—all his attention was focused on what happened in the closed alley in front of him. The strange-looking wizard was also temporarily forgotten by Harry—his full attention was focused on the dispute in the closed alley before him—the relationship between Il and three other middle-aged, dirty wizards. dispute.

In fact, the two only separated for one night, but Harry felt that he hadn't looked at each other seriously for a long time-he didn't look very good, but he was obviously not bad, at least he still had the strength to hold his arm The wizard pulled and kicked the opponent hard.

Amidst the screams, the wizard who pulled Il pulled out his wand with a full face of anger, while the other two looked at Harry and Draco who suddenly ran in, and threatened fiercely: "Hey, kid, get out of here!" Open up!"

"I'm afraid that's what I'm going to say." Harry pushed Draco away and motioned him to stand in the corner. He didn't look at the surprise and joy on Il's face, but drew out his wand and pointed at the The three wizards said softly, "Get away from him, and don't make me say it a second time."

Draco, who was pushed aside, looked at Harry, his eyes widening in surprise.He couldn't help but look at Il, and found that the joy on the other's face had subsided, leaving only the same surprise as himself—obviously, he, like him, had never seen Harry look like this before .

——This kind of coldness and ferocity is like the appearance of a lion waking up and baring its fangs.

The next battle was almost a matter of course.When one of the three wizards brushed a spell past Harry's ear in a demonstration, Harry's petrification spell had already hit one of the three wizards neatly, but unfortunately it didn't succeed. Petrification, just makes people stumble and fall to the ground.

But this didn't hinder Harry too much. He ran quickly in the alley full of sundries, one after another basic spells jumped out from the tip of his wand, some of them hit the three wizards , and some hit the debris piled up in the alley-this is certainly not a miss: a simple "slip and fall" with a well-timed angle can cause piles of garbage to dump on those wizards; The simpler and more convenient cutting spell facilitates the falling of a dried animal carcass suspended from the top of the head by a rope...

Draco and Il on the side were dumbfounded.They drew their wands but couldn't get them in. Similarly, no wizard could spare the energy to take care of them... Five minutes later, Harry ended the battle with a basic levitation spell.

He retracted his wand and walked over to Draco and Il.

Draco and Il, who had been standing together for some time, didn't respond at all.

So Harry, who was thinking about not saying a word, finally led the two of them out of Knockturn Alley very smoothly, and came to the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry led the two of them, opened a room, borrowed the fireplace from Tom, the owner of the bar, and sent Dumbledore the news that Il was at his place now.He didn't mention Draco, but it seemed that Dumbledore couldn't hide it at all, because Dumbledore, who was sitting in the headmaster's office, told him "Take care of them, I'll be there soon".

After everything was done, Harry was truly relieved to enjoy the warmth of the morning sun once again.

but……

"There seems to be one more thing." Harry murmured, feeling that he seemed to have overlooked something. As for what he had overlooked, after he returned to the room he opened and saw Il and Draco facing each other across the table , everything has the answer.

"What the hell are you going to do?" El yelled.

"I haven't done anything yet." Draco smugly said, "Of course, although my father has already started to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic about your father (fact), your father has also been reprimanded by the Minister of Magic (fact) , but there is always a distance from being fired (blowing),” he stingily gestured the length of a small fingernail, indicating such a distance, “but what you caused today may make your father lose face oh, it's unbelievable that wizards should trust an Auror who would look down on their own children, I'm afraid your dad is not too far away from being fired (made up)..."

Il was dizzy with anger: "Malfoy! You're just jealous of me and Harry!"

Draco said it too smoothly: "I'm just jealous!"

Harry: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Harry cleared his throat and decided to ignore the previous meaningless conversation. He said to Il, "I have informed Professor Dumbledore, and the professor should inform your parents."

"Oh, Harry, don't do this." Upon hearing this, Il complained distraughtly.

Harry was a little upset, but he didn't let such emotions show on his face: "You wait here for a while, the principal will be here soon."

"No, no," said Il, running his hand through his matted hair, "I have something to discuss with you, Harry."

"You can stop me, or you can notify me." Harry said calmly, "whether it's last night or later."

"I know this, I just don't know if I should—" Il rushed to speak, but didn't finish.

Draco sneered impatiently.

Harry looked at Il, giving him time to think about his decision.

There was a pause of about half a minute, and Il, whose complexion changed, finally made up his mind: "I want to tell you, let's start that magic connection!"

"what?"

"Il!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.The difference is one puzzled and one angry—the angry female voice came from the door, Harry and the other two subconsciously turned their heads to look out, and saw Lily standing at the door with disheveled clothes and hair Outside, his chest heaved and he was obviously very angry.Next to her were James and Sirius who were equally anxious, and Dumbledore who looked peaceful.

"Lily!" El jumped up from the chair, stammering, "Jen, James, Sirius."

Dumbledore stopped James and Lily who wanted to talk, he smiled at Draco: "It seems that your work has been completed-then go back now, just in time for class, right?"

Draco, who had changed his face since seeing Dumbledore coming in, was also not calm.He twisted uncomfortably: "Principal..."

"If you can go back in time and make it to class on time, I don't think I need a leave of absence," said Dumbledore.

After understanding the meaning of the other party's words, Draco breathed a sigh of relief.He looked at Harry, who understood, and sent Draco downstairs towards the fireplace.He said, "I'll be back at Hogwarts soon, Draco."

"Well," Draco said casually, "I know... By the way, Bridges may not be able to come to school recently."

"Bridges?" Harry was a little confused, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the name.

Draco saw it: "—forget it," he said helplessly, "we probably need to talk too...but after you go back to school."

With that said, Draco waved to Harry, then grabbed the Floo powder and walked into the fireplace: "Then goodbye to school, Harry."

Harry was puzzled by Draco's 'talk', but now there was something else he needed to pay attention to.He walked up the narrow stairs and walked along the curved corridor back to the room on the second floor. Before he actually stepped in, he heard Dumbledore's voice: "I thought I could give it a try..."

55. The Return of Magic and the Belated Truth...

Harry stopped slightly.He had already walked to the door before he had time to figure out what to say, when he saw Dumbledore turn around and look at him for the first time, the blue eyes behind the lenses were calm and gentle, making people feel warm: " You're back, Harry."

"Yes, Professor." Harry replied, after thinking for a while, he simply walked in and asked directly - anyway, it was impossible for Dumbledore to hurt him in such a matter.Such confidence has nothing to do with feelings, but a student's trust in the moral integrity of his professor - Dumbledore, who has defeated two generations of Dark Lords, may sacrifice the Savior for the "greatest good", but never for personal grievances or self-interest Hurt ordinary students, "Professor, are you talking about magic connections?"

"Of course, Harry," said Dumbledore, "given the circumstances of El..."

"I can't always learn Occlumency," Il interjected angrily.

"Il." James said warningly, but Dumbledore didn't seem to care. He just smiled gently at Il, and said, "Occlumency is a remote and profound magic. For an 11-year-old It's too difficult for the child, plus you're going to that place with me in a week—we probably don't have time to wait for El to slowly learn Occlumency well."

Harry pondered for a while: "Professor, are you sure?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Something not very good may happen."

"Not so good?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"But it's not too bad," Dumbledore did not answer directly. "The contract requires 'wholehearted trust'. I can help you establish an additional short-term incomplete spiritual connection. Of course, this requires the cooperation of both of you." .”

Harry didn't speak for a while. He looked at James and Lily, and saw Lily sitting on a chair full of worry, worried; he also saw James and Sirius standing together, talking in a low voice, with an irritable expression.

Harry understood, and he asked, "Professor, that connection is not simple, is it?"

"That's not something you need to think about, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I can't ask a student with only the magic of a normal third year to follow me to a place like that."

"Why?" Harry whispered, Dumbledore's words made him feel distrusted, and such an embarrassing feeling drove him to say the next thing, "You don't think I'm capable enough...? But Even last time, I wasn't really an adult! I'm no worse now than I was then," he said, "even if I don't have enough magic power."

The strange conversation between the two drew the attention of the rest of the room.

"I know." Dumbledore said, "I know, Harry. It's just that there are some things—many things—that shouldn't be your responsibility. , to ensure your safety."

"I shouldn't be responsible for it?" Harry ignored the people around him, he repeated, feeling the anger that had been suppressed in his heart since he had to accept Dumbledore's Legilimency rushed out, " But I've done it once - I'm just going to do it again! Now you're telling me 'it shouldn't be on me'? After I've done it all? Professor, you-" He opened his mouth In the end, he didn't say the hurtful phrase 'what did you do long ago'.

Yet Dumbledore clearly understood what Harry was going to say.The old man looked sad: "Harry, I don't think that a child should bear those - heavy - things from the beginning to the end, but not all the time, we can let things develop in the direction we expect... If I can, my expectations are the same as yours."

"Same as me?" Harry said.

"Living in a peaceful age, let your relatives and friends be happy." Dumbledore said.

The more James and Sirius listened, the more confused they became, and they didn't understand what they were talking about at all.

But Lily, who was sitting at the table, was short of breath. She felt that she vaguely—almost—immediately—grasps the key point, but what is the key point?

Her mind was in turmoil.

At this point in the conversation, Harry slowly calmed down. He noticed the expressions of the others in the room, and he realized that he had said too much.

"Professor," Harry asked his last question, "since your expectations are the same as mine, what would you be willing to give if you had the chance to save your mistake?"

Harry spoke this sentence very slowly, he said it with some difficulty, his chest was aching all the time, and he didn't know if the contract sensed that he was hinting at Dumbledore and gave him a warning, or it was just that his body had deteriorated again .

Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully.

Harry didn't know whether the other party understood what he meant, but he would rather believe that the other party had already understood - because this old man, no matter the past or the present, was always wise enough to be admired from the bottom of his heart... Although sometimes, his wisdom did not Not likable.

"If there is such an opportunity," Dumbledore said softly, "it may sound a little weak, but I want to say that I would rather give everything I can to redeem those mistakes and tragedies."

It was an answer Harry hadn't expected.

He still couldn't tell if Dumbledore understood something, because the old man didn't express any additional temptations at all.But he suddenly found that, at least at this moment, it didn't matter to him whether Dumbledore understood it or not - he never considered that one day, he would get approval from his most respected old man.

Agree with that choice that even he himself has begun to find absurd.

Harry's lips trembled, and he really wanted to say something to vent the surging emotions in his heart, but the lump stuck in his throat made him unable to even utter a simple syllable.

After a long time, he finally spoke with a tense voice: "I'm not sure if those are correct..."

"If you go all the way for those bright feelings," said Dumbledore, "and don't hurt anyone else by it. Then if something bad happens in the end, it won't be your fault, Harry."

"That's never your fault," he said.

There was another long silence.

Harry's expression was complicated, and he didn't seem to want to make a sound at all.

This time, it was Dumbledore who spoke first, and he said briskly, "Okay, let's complete the magic connection."

"...Professor, now? Here?" Hearing what Dumbledore said, Lily couldn't help but temporarily put aside her doubts about Harry, and asked nervously.

"Yes." Dumbledore replied.

"Then what if the magic connection fails?" Harry asked for Lily.

"Then disconnect," said Dumbledore.

"What's going to happen?" Harry asked.

"Nothing will happen," said Dumbledore simply, "because I am here."

Harry immediately remembered what Dumbledore had said when he was taken out of his aunt and uncle's house in sixth grade.

He had mixed feelings and wasn't sure whether he was more moved or emotional at this time, but he smiled and chose to believe the old man: "...Of course, I think so too, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled knowingly at Harry's words, and he motioned for the two children to come to his side.

Harry and El went up together.

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and he said to the others in the room: "Go out first, James Lily, just stand at the door."

No one objected.

Dumbledore turned to Harry and Il: "Now listen to my command...you can relax a little bit," he said with a smile, "or do you want to say something to each other?"

Harry and Il looked at each other.

Ear was the first to speak, and he was a little embarrassed: "Perhaps you think it's very..." He didn't go on, but Harry guessed that the word was 'disgusting', because he went on, "But I want Say, I never felt the need to learn Occlumency in the first place, and I believe you."

"Is that why you never learned?" Harry asked, looking at the embarrassed look on the boy across the way, and then said, "Thanks, though, I guess..."

He turned his head to look outside, and the door was not closed, so he still easily saw the anxious expressions of the three people standing outside, not all aimed at Yi Er, but also betting on him.And in fact, Lily wasn't the only one who paid such attention—including James, who would look at him without malice while paying attention to Il.

Harry turned his head back.He answered the words just now in a whisper-like voice: "I think we can succeed."

Then he said to Dumbledore, "Go ahead, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

The tips of the two wands touched together, and the golden-red light began to rise...

It's hard to describe what this feels like.

On the one hand, Harry was thinking clearly, but on the other hand he could feel his own confusion. He seemed to be divided into two halves.

This feeling didn't last long, and soon, a steady and peaceful force that seemed to be shining brightly touched him.

Is it Dumbledore's magic?Thinking so, Harry was a little anxiously thinking about what to do.