[HP] Born to be a pair

"I have something very important to tell you," Renee repeated.

The portraits of past principals hanging on the wall moved. Some people fell asleep, and some people turned around and stared at Renee as soon as they heard this, as if she was such an ignorant little girl.

And Dumbledore looked at her through the half-moon glasses, which made Renee feel very uneasy.

Fortunately, after only looking at her for a while, he said gently: "I think it must be very important that you came to me in a hurry at night. Please sit down."

Dumbledore stood behind the desk, not moving, as a phoenix fluttered from its perched golden branch onto his shoulder.

Renee pursed her lips, chose a chair next to the writing desk, and sat down uncomfortably.

"So, allow me to ask, what is it?"

Dumbledore seemed to be busy. He bent down and took out a frosted glass jar from the drawer on the front of the writing desk. After gently unscrewing the petal-shaped top cover, he placed it in the piled high on various document papers.

Then he pulled out the chair under the table, sat opposite Renee, and looked at her encouragingly with gentle eyes.

"I--"

Just as Renee opened her mouth, she heard the phoenix on his shoulder let out a soft and melodious moan, spread its flame-like wings and flew away from this lowered field of vision.

However, its long tail feathers intertwined with gold and red brushed across the writing table, immediately breaking up the high stack of papers and the full jar of clear water.

Clear water splashed all over Renee, and the paper splashed all over the sky, waking up all the still snoring portraits.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was Renee's exclamation that was louder, or the portraits' exclamation one after another.

"Fox!" Dumbledore blamed and waved away the phoenix that was still hovering.

He only waved his wand lightly, and the hundreds of papers that were still floating in the air stopped immediately, and then returned to the writing table one by one in order. It was as quiet as if there had never been any disturbance.

The wet water on Renee's body was also dried by his spell, emitting bursts of smoke under the soft yellow light.

"I'm sorry, Miss Hawke," said Dumbledore sincerely, "it was my mistake, and Fox's."

"It's okay, professor." After this interruption, Renee also relaxed a little, "Fortunately, it's just some clear water."

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, and Renee couldn't wait to tell him everything by now.

"What I'm going to tell you next may be outrageous and weird..." Renee said, "but I'm willing to die to guarantee that what I say is true—and I care about myself life."

"I wouldn't question that."

"You—I mean, you... you're going to die in about half a year."

There was another gasp of shock from the wall behind Renee, followed by whispers, and the portraits of past headmasters seemed tiresomely chattering—or so Renee thought.

Dumbledore, who was informed of his death, was not shocked or sad. His expression was as calm as ever, but his eyes staring at her became sharper.

"Excuse me," said Dumbledore, "may I ask how you got the news?"

"...that's the most outrageous, weirdest thing about the whole thing."

Renee was only surprised by Dumbledore's calm performance when he learned of his death, and told him everything without reservation.

From the blood curse of the Shafiq family, to the time-turner that runs through her life, and the story of her constant death and resurrection.

"I can't save too many things," Renee said, her face pale and choked with sobs, "I tried...but I couldn't save Cedric Diggory, I couldn't save you, and I couldn't stop the Death Eaters from escaping. The resurrection of the mysterious man..."

Dumbledore didn't answer for a long time, as if he was overwhelmed by such a bizarre story.But soon, when Renee was crying, he comforted her with a gentle voice.

"It's not your fault, Renee," he said softly, "of all that you've been through, there's only one final death for everyone—at least, as far as we're concerned.

And you, dear child, you took those stresses and memories and repeated them exactly four times.Facing the deaths of classmates and professors and the fall of Hogwarts time after time...you must be very sad. "

This was the first time in a long time that someone said to her, "You are not responsible for those who died."

Renee couldn't hold back anymore, tears gushed out, crying like a baby Renee who had a relationship once.

Her crying was piercing, piercing and shrill in the quiet office late at night, but no one blamed her, not even the sober portraits.

Until a sweet and greasy fragrance wafted into her nostrils, Dumbledore also took the initiative to interrupt her crying: "It's late at night, I shouldn't have provided you with this, but... this is a special situation .”

He held a steaming jug of mead in his hand, and filled two small, gilded goblets with the golden rum.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you and Mr. Longbottom were injured by wine. So, I think you should also like mead, which is not high in alcohol, sweet and fragrant," Dumbledore winked at her blink,

"Just, as my personal request, please don't tell anyone else, especially Professor McGonagall and Ms. Pomfrey."

A few clear tears still hung tremblingly on Renee's cheeks, and she hiccupped and gulped down the mug of warm mead.

"... so sweet." Renee couldn't help sticking out her tongue, and her sadness was also evaporated because of this glass of sweet and low-alcohol wine.

"Ah, I thought children would love sweets," said Dumbledore ruefully. "It looks like I won't be able to take out the snacks I've been saving for a long time."

"I don't like it very much..." Renee said, suddenly remembered something, "We are still talking about your death, Professor, I want to tell you the murderer."

"I've got a vague idea in my mind. But, yes, Renee, please tell me."

"It's Snape! Former Potions professor, now Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!" Renee screamed.

Surprisingly, the name didn't make the portraits scream again, nor did Dumbledore show the slightest surprise.

Their reactions were flat enough that Renee wondered if she hadn't said the premise.

"Snape killed you!" she repeated, "with the Killing Curse, in the Astronomy Tower! That night, the Death Eaters entered the castle from nowhere, and we fought hard, but some Running up the Astronomy Tower, I remember... Harry was there too, he saw it all!"

At this time, Dumbledore's expression changed. He looked away thoughtfully, as if he was staring at an invisible point in the air, and he looked sharper than before.

"There are Death Eaters in the school," he said harshly, "that didn't occur to me."

"You care about my life, and the lives of other students and professors, but don't you care about your own life?"

Renee finally understood Neville's mood at that time. When faced with Dumbledore's carelessness towards her own life, a flame suddenly burst out in her chest.

"Just get Snape out - no, or, maybe let him stay, you pretend you don't know what they're planning, and let's deal with him and the Death Eaters in the dark..."

"Please rest assured," Dumbledore finally restrained his emotions as if he could see Renee's thoughts, and said in a very solemn tone, "I already have other arrangements for Professor Snape."

"However," he went on to add,

"With all due respect, if you think fit, could you tell me about every future event you have experienced? Perhaps it will bring back painful memories for you, but the more we can know, the more we can learn from them. Dig out the details to fill in the loopholes in this life and change everyone's destiny."

If Dumbledore said he had plans against Snape, Renee would believe him too.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded affirmatively in Dumbledore's eyes. She couldn't help but feel grateful that she would record some memorable events in that notebook every time she was resurrected.

"I...I brought this," Renee took out the notebook that had been torn off the extra pages, "I wrote down many things in it, and I would write it down every time I was resurrected."

It contains specific dates, places and people.From the DA team in the past, but later Dumbledore died, the mysterious man took control of the Ministry of Magic, Potter's Watchtower and what was the mysterious man's army in the final battle.

Dumbledore seemed to be impatient to take the black notebook from her hand, he was a little confused about the obvious number of pages.

"There's some inconsequential stuff up front," Renee said dryly, "a little personal and absolutely irrelevant to these things, so I just tore them up and burned them."

Fortunately, he just smiled kindly, and didn't ask Renee to find out the truth.And when his eyes returned to the notebook with densely recorded events in his hand, the atmosphere around him was different.

Renee unconsciously took another sip of the warm mead, and the hot rum rolled down her throat, warming her chest and stomach.

That way she could muster up the courage to keep looking at Dumbledore's no longer smiling, loose blue eyes, and feel that chilling menace.

"I couldn't help noticing," he said slowly, "Harry and the others didn't return to school when the seventh grade started, and the Potter Lookouts you recorded were all looking for their whereabouts."

"Yes, Harry, Ron and Hermione are missing," Renee explained.

"But there was also news of them during this period. They flew out of Gringotts on dragons... Then, they went back to the school, through a special passage. Harry told us that you were alive... I mean , you once told them to do something."

"Did he tell you?"

"No, but he revealed some, because he asked us 'Where is Ravenclaw's diadem?'"

Dumbledore listened calmly, and did not stop flipping the notepad in his hand.

Renee was lost in memory, trying to wring every inch of detail out of the back of her mind.

"...I remember... when I was chasing Malfoy, I heard them say that Harry and the others are on the eighth floor, going to the Room of Requirement... oh, the Room of Requirement is a magical room, as long as you imagine the place of need near the walls , then it will appear.”

"What an amazing room! So Harry found the diadem there?"

"I don't know," Renee said guiltily, "but after the second resurrection, I heard that after Harry and Malfoy left, the house burned down."

Dumbledore tapped the notepad with his slender index finger, and Renee wasn't sure if she was to blame.

But he reacted quickly and continued to ask: "Can I leave this note? The text in it is very important."

Renee nodded immediately, and went on to fill in every detail she could think of - if Dumbledore cared most about Harry's news, she would rack her brains to remember.

"After Harry and Luna left, Ron and Hermione said something about the bathroom and left the Room of Requirement too—ah, we DA's were still hiding in there then."

"The bathroom." He repeated, and upon hearing the DA, a faint smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"Then You-Know-Who came, and he brought an army, giants, werewolves, spiders... and the Death Eaters. At first, he asked us to hand over Harry, but we wouldn't, and he was in the middle of the night. Time to attack."

"and then?"

"Then I don't know," Renee shrugged with mock relief, "because I never lived past that midnight."

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No prize quiz!

What was that can of clean water that was thrown at Renee?

A is just water

B Veritaserum

C anti-thief waterfall water