The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Professor," said Harry flusteredly, "I know I shouldn't - I didn't mean to - the cupboard door was open -"

"I understand," said Dumbledore.He carried the stone basin to the desk, placed it on the smooth surface, and sat down on the chair behind the desk, beckoning Harry to sit across from him.

Harry sat down, staring at the stone basin.The things in the basin turned back to a silver-white state, swirling and rippling before his eyes.

"It's called the Pensieve," said Dumbledore. "Sometimes I feel I have too many thoughts and memories stuffed into my head, and I'm sure you know how it feels."

"Hmm." Harry couldn't really say he'd ever felt that way.

"At this time I use the Pensieve," said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin. It is easier to see their shape and the connection between each other in the state."

"You mean... this thing is your mind?" Harry said, staring at the swirling silver mass in the basin.

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, "I'll show you."

Dumbledore drew his wand from his robes, and inserted the tip into his silver hair, near his temple.When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some strands of hair stuck to the tip of the wand--a small wisp of the same silver-white substance as in the basin.Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, and Harry was surprised to see his own face floating in the basin.Dumbledore took the Pensieve in his long hands and turned it like a gold prospector turns a sand table... Harry watched his own face melt into Snape's.Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"It's back... so is Karkaroff's...more visible and clear than ever before..."

"I was using the Pensieve when Mr. Fudge came. I put it away hastily. I must have left the cupboard door open. It will naturally attract your attention."

"Sorry." Harry murmured.

Dumbledore shook his head. "Curiosity is not a sin," he said, "but we should be careful when we are curious...really..."

The silver light from the Pensieve illuminated Dumbledore's face.Harry suddenly realized that he was so old, like the way a person shows when he is too tired.Of course he knew that Dumbledore was getting old, but for some reason he never felt that he was an old man.

"Harry, you said you had something to tell me." Dumbledore's tone was still as calm.

"Yes," said Harry, "Professor - I was having Divination, and I - I fell asleep."

He hesitated, thinking he was about to be criticized, but Dumbledore said, "Understandable, go on."

"Well... I had a dream," said Harry, "of Voldemort..." He began to describe his dream.

"I imagine your scar hurts when Voldemort is near you, or when he develops a particularly strong desire for revenge."

"But...why?"

"Because of the unsuccessful spell that linked you to him," said Dumbledore, "this is no ordinary scar."

Dumbledore also told him a lot, they talked about Neville's parents, they talked about Voldemort and his henchmen, they talked about Professor Snape, and finally Dumbledore said.

"Good luck with your third project."

Harry turned over on the bed, feeling his eyelids gradually getting heavy, and the warm black tide gradually spread up the gold-red four-poster bed, submerging him little by little.

Should be lucky, right?he thinks.

...............

"Alas—" Draco sat on the soft sofa in the lounge and sighed long.

"What's the matter?" Pansy asked with concern, Blaise was approaching the first graders, while Crabbe and Goyle were playing wizard chess, scratching their heads.

Daniel shook the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't pay attention to him, he's too boring."

"How can this be my fault." Draco complained half-truthfully: "Rita Skeeter is becoming more and more unprofessional now, and the news she writes is not as good as before."

Daniel sneered lightly: "Do you think she hasn't been writing those false reports about Harry recently?"

"You shouldn't call those stupid lions by name." Draco snorted, flipped through the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and began to read.

""The Triwizard Tournament is very popular recently, so what is the Triwizard Tournament, and where did the Triwizard Tournament come from? Next, let's find out with the editor."

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. These three schools are Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each Each school chooses a warrior, and then competes in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it.”

"Okay, this is what the Triwizard Tournament is what the editor shared with you. I hope that after reading this content carefully compiled by the editor, you can understand the relevant knowledge and solve your confusion."

"Rita Skeeter"

"How did her style become like this!" Draco was heartbroken, and shook the newspaper in his hand: "Reedit... No, let's pick up some exclusive news about Potter."

Pan Xi also began to laugh: "You can submit anonymously, edit something and post it."

Draco pouted: "Hmph."

He stood up, threw the newspaper into the stove, and watched it burn to ashes little by little, "Let's go to class." Draco wrinkled the tip of his nose: "Defense against the Dark Arts, scoff."

It was indeed Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and it was Professor Moody who was crippled again, teaching them the Iron Armor Charm.

"Spells are armor," Moody said loudly. "Spells create an invisible barrier between the caster and the opponent, and reflect or dissipate the opponent's spells to a certain extent. The spell itself has no color, but it can reflect The color of the attacking spell."

"Start practicing for me now!" he shouted, "As long as you learn this, not to mention dealing with those fierce enemies, at least you can protect yourself instead of waiting to die like lambs."

His good eye turned to Harry and smiled slightly at him, and Harry sensed his kindness and grinned at him.Then he saw Moody turn to look at the Slytherins, and he licked his lips as if unconsciously.

Harry froze suddenly.

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