Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Long said, "Mr. Potter, I think it was really serious at the beginning of this year."

"It's all kinds of bad habits chained together, and the chain is triggered. Yes, that is indeed a relatively big problem." Harry sighed. "And you, Ms. Burns... uh. Sorry if I'm wrong. But my guess is that you're a little bit upset that the inheritance fell into the hands of an eleven-year-old?"

"Not in the way you think," replied the old witch calmly, "but it's only natural for you to doubt me. The position of Head Wizard is not a pleasant one for me, not even the nightmare of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." B. Albus convinced me on this matter. I was going to say it wasn't easy to convince me, but the truth is I figured I wouldn't be able to win him over, so I didn't waste his time arguing with him. I knew I would Hated the task and knew I'd do it anyway. Minerva says you have some common sense, especially if you're reminded. Can you really imagine yourself standing on the Wizengamot's dais? Are you sure Isn't some remnant of You-Know-Who thinks he's fit for the position, even aspires to it?"

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead.He poked at the scar on purpose yesterday until it started bleeding profusely enough so it still hurts a bit. "I do have some common sense, and yes, the job of the Head Wizard does sound pretty painful, and in fact, it's not for me at all. The problem is. Hmm. I'm not sure that Merlin's legacy is just the Head Wizard. And, um. I Suspicion... there are some other strange things that come with it. And Dumbledore wants me to be responsible for those... other things. And those other things... can be quite amazingly important."

"Damn it," said Moody.Then Alastor Moody repeated, "Damn it. Boy, is it all right for you to tell us this?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "I haven't read the owner's manual, if there is one."

"Damn it."

"What if those other things require determination and sacrifice?" said Amelia, still calmly. "What if they test you like you did at the Wizengamot? I'm old, ha Leigh Potter, and I'm not ignorant of the occult. You've seen how I see through you almost at a glance."

"Amelia," Mad-Eye Moody said, "if you were the one who fought You-Know-Who last night, what would have happened?"

The old witch shrugged. "I think I'm going to die."

"You'll lose," said Alastor Moody, "The Boy Who Lived not only got rid of Vol, but managed to bring his good friend Hermione Granger back from the dead when Vol was resurrected ..the damn thing can't be a coincidence by any means, and I don't think David came up with it. The truth is, Amy, none of us know what someone who inherits Merlin's legacy has to do. But we're not good at dealing with That kind of lunatic."

Amelia Bones frowned. "Alastor, you know I've dealt with strange things. I think I've dealt with them pretty well."

"Yeah. You took care of that crap so you could get back to real life. You're not one of those lunatics who build castles out of crap and live in them." Moody sighed. "Amy, at some To a certain extent, you know exactly why Albus left this unlucky kid with such a damn mission."

The old witch clenched her fists on the table. "Do you know what a disaster this is going to be for the UK? Call me rational, but I can't accept this outcome! I've worked so hard for this day to see it fall apart, especially now !"

"By the way," said Headmaster McGonagall, with a very precise Scottish accent, "why couldn't Mr. Potter tell Merlin's legacy that before he came of age, Ms. Burns had the Regency of the Chief Wizard, but not the Department of Mysteries? If Albus can name to the lineage a regent before Voldemort is defeated, then it is clearly capable of carrying out complex orders."

Slowly, this unexpected shock of common sense was absorbed by everyone present.

Harry opened his mouth to agree to Amelia Bones representing the Wizengamot, but hesitated.

"Er," said Harry, "er. Ms. Burns, I too wish you were running the Wizengamot's affairs instead of me."

"We agree on this point," said the old witch, "is that settled?"

"but--"

Others were visibly discouraged that the discussion had come back to square one. "What's the problem, Mr. Potter?" asked the Headmistress, in a tone that expressed her hope that it wasn't something important.

"Hmm. I think I have a couple of things that I might have to do right away that might... cause some political dissent. In exchange for handing over inherited political power to Ms. Burns, I want her to... …cooperate with me on some things.”

Amelia Bones exchanged another long look with Minerva McGonagall.Then she looked back at Harry Potter.

"I am very angry that you actually made such a request!" Amelia Bones said, "Your hesitation tells me that you are weak and not good at bargaining. If I object, you may back down."

Harry closed his eyes.

A slightly dark Harry opened his eyes.

"Well," said Harry, "let me put it another way. I have no intention of interfering with your work every day, maybe even a whole month, but I can't just throw away the final duties that Dumbledore left me with. I will not send you unintelligible written instructions without warning, we can discuss them beforehand, but I may sometimes have to give you orders. If you refuse to obey, I may have to take back the legacy of the Wizengamot. Control, direct control. Can you accept that?"

"What if I say no?" asked the old witch.

Slightly, slightly darker..."I don't have anyone who can replace you. As a start, I can ask Augusta Longbottom who she thinks is a better fit for the position, and play it by ear. But try to implement Dumbledore It may be important because I don't fully understand his intentions, and he thinks that Amelia Bones should be the first wizard for a while. I won't push you in the name of Merlin, but... no, I Take my words back, I'm ordering you in Merlin's name, which may be very, very important, though it may not be."

The old witch thought about it for a while, and her gaze passed over everyone at the table in turn. "I'm not happy about it," she said after a long time, "but the Wizengamot must restore order as soon as possible. So be it."

The old witch slowly reached into her robe and took out a short dark stone staff.

She placed the stick on the table in front of Harry. "Take what's yours," she said, "and then please return it."

Harry reached for it.

The moment Harry's fingers touched the dark stone—

— nothing happened.

Hmm, maybe Merlin wasn't keen on dramatic effects.This explains why his eventual relic looks like a small, unremarkable rod of dark stone.If that's enough for it to function, there will only be so much.

Harry picked up the legacy, frowning at it. "I'd like to have Amelia Burns represented in relation to the Wizengamot." Then, realizing that he still needed to describe the terms of the termination of the representation, Harry added, "Until I take it back."

Then Harry made a face.He had originally pinned greater hopes on the inheritance, but it was only the key to certain locations in the Department of Mysteries, where some interesting things were stored; A seal for items that cannot be passed on.Other than that, inheritance can't do much.

Legacy doesn't allow you to bypass the Merlin ban.No, not even if the fate of the entire galaxy is at stake.Even if the person using it seems rational, has taken an inviolable oath, and sincerely believes that the world will perish unless he does so.

Merlin's vision is very far-reaching, a world that lasts forever, not just centuries.There is no reason for this world not to exist forever, as long as the truly dangerous forces are removed and kept locked up.On the contrary, as long as there is a loophole in security, the destruction of the world is only a matter of time.One day Merlin's inheritance will be passed on to the wrong person.It can reject the manifestly unworthy, but it must eventually fall into the hands of subtle flaws whose heritage cannot be discerned.When it comes to people, this is a given, and Harry must keep this in mind when sealing anything for future heirs to access - its benefits over the next few millennia The catastrophe of inevitable future abuse must be outweighed.

Harry sighed slightly sadly.Merlin, you fool...

Thinking like this failed to remove any final safeguards.

The Department of Mysteries wasn't currently on fire, so Harry carefully placed the Legacy back on the table.

"Thank you," said the old witch.She picked up the dark stone stick. "Do you know how I can silence the Wizengamot, or—forget it, I'll just try knocking on the pulpit. That seems obvious enough. Of course, apart from the four of us, there's no one in the country For the others, I am the chief wizard."

Harry hesitated.Then he imagined how many letters from owls he would receive if it were known that he could sway the Chief Wizard, and how that would affect Amelia's negotiating power. "All right."

Amelia put the stone rod back into her robe. "It wasn't a good time working with you, Boy Who Lived, but it could have been much worse. My sincere thanks to you."

Ms Burns' behavior had Harry concerned about the balance of power.Others have quite logically speculated that it was mainly David Munro's plan that defeated Voldemort, which means they are still underestimating him.Maybe it takes some kind of crisis that Harry manages to resolve rather than screw up, before Amelia Bones starts to respect his authority.Or rather, beginning to have a little trust... "Say," said Harry, "is there anything strange that you would have told Dumbledore if he were still around?"

Amelia looked thoughtful. "To ask you this... three things really came to my mind. First, we have absolutely no idea what the magic ritual was that sacrificed the Death Eaters and resurrected You-Know-Who. It didn't fit any known legend, and the ritual's Traces of the magic have been erased. In my Auror opinion, everyone's head fell off of natural causes. The only exception was Walden McNeil, who was enchanted after casting the Death Curse. The fire died. It was a very mysterious magical ritual." She looked at Harry Potter rather meaningfully.

Harry thought about it, choosing his words carefully.Voldemort said he had set up the ward, so Harry was sure he wasn't being seen by the time-reversed Aurors, but anyway... "I guess you don't have to go into that, Ms. Burns."

The old witch smiled. "It must not be known that we have not seriously investigated the deaths of so many nobles, Harry Potter. After hearing your description of David's last game, I have sent Aurors who I think are very reliable in their work." .In fact, it is the Nobbs Auror and the Cologne Auror[1], they have a high reputation outside the department. I found their report quite interesting." Amelia paused, "August Rookwood may have left behind a ghost—”

"Get rid of it before anyone talks to it," said Harry, feeling his heart beat wildly.

"Yes, sir," the old witch replied dryly, "I will disturb the medium that binds the soul a little, and no one will know why it failed to form. The second is that there is a living person in the Dark Lord's relic." arm--"

"Bellatrix," Harry said, his mind flashing back to a past blurred by the trauma of the present. "I think that's Bellatrix Black's arm." Lysas Lestrange was not on the list of students who had lost their parents. "Oh, damn it. She's still at large, isn't she. Can you guys try to track her down with her arms?"

Amelia's expression turned sullen. "Understood. As I said, the Dark Lord's relic contained a living arm, but it burned easily."

"What idiots—" Harry stopped, "no, not idiots. It's the Law Enforcement Department's order to destroy dark magic items immediately. Some rings really should have been thrown into the volcano right away because of past lessons.[ 2] Right?"

Moody and Amelia nodded together. "Good guess, boy," said Moody.

It was absolutely inevitable that Harry's past stupidity would come back to haunt him in some dire way in the future, but that was no reason not to overthrow the plot. "I guess you've figured that out," said Harry, "but the obvious next step is a global hunt for a skinny witch without a left arm. Oh, and whatever the bounty is, please add my twenty-five thousand Garen—Principal, it's okay, please trust me on this point."

"Well said." The old witch leaned forward slightly, "The third and last thing... what happened last night is quite confusing, I'm curious what you think, haha Leigh Potter. Sirius Black's head and body were found among those bodies."

"What?" cried Moody, nearly jumping out of his chair. "I thought he was in Azkaban!"

"He is," Ms. Burns replied. "We checked right away. The Azkaban guards reported that Sirius Black was still in his cell. Black's head and body were sent to St. Mungo's autopsy, showing the same cause of death as the other Death Eaters, that is, his head fell off on its own. Meanwhile I've had reports that, just this morning, Sirius Black was sitting in his cell Shaking back and forth, clutching his face in the corner. No other Death Eater copies found. Not yet."

There was a pause, filled with ticks and whimpers, and everyone was thinking.

"Ah..." Minerva said, "Even by the Mysterious Man's standard of possibility, this is impossible. Isn't it?"

"I thought so when I was your age, dear," said Amelia, "and it's the sixth strangest thing I've ever seen."

"Do you understand, kid?" said Moody. "That's why no one, not even me, can be too careful." The scarred man tilted his head thoughtfully, his blue eye rolling said, "Unknown twins? Walburga Black had twins and couldn't bear to kill one of them, but she knew old Borrox would order her to... Come on, I don't believe it."

"What do you think, Mr. Porter?" asked Amelia Bones, "or is this something we shouldn't get into?"

Harry closed his eyes, thinking.

Instead of following common sense and fleeing the country, Sirius Black went after Peter Pettigrew.

Blake was found standing in the street laughing, surrounded by dead bodies.

Pettigrew has only one finger left.

Pettigrew had been a spy for the side of the light, not a double agent, but a surreptitious one.

There is a conspiracy theory about Pettigrew that he is an Animagus, because he was good at prying people's secrets when he was at Hogwarts.

Dementors suck all magic around them.

Professor Quirrell spoke of a magic that forges flesh the way a Muggle blacksmith forges metal with a hammer and pliers...

Harry opened his eyes again.

"Is Peter Pettigrew an undisclosed Transfiguration Magus?"

Amelia Bones' expression changed.With a groan, she fell back into her chair.

"Actually, it is..." Minerva said slowly, "Why?"

"Cirius Black cast a Confusion Charm on Peter Pettigrew," explained Harry's voice patiently, "forcing him to change his appearance and assume Black's. By the time the Confusion Charm expired, Peter had already entered the Zkaban, can't go back to what it used to be. The Aurors have grown numb to the bizarre excuses the Azkaban prisoners make up to get out, so when Peter Pettigrew screams over and over until he loses his voice, They did not listen.[3]”

At this moment, even Mad-Eye Moody had a terrifying expression on his face.

"In retrospect," said Harry's voice, which seemed to go into fully automatic mode, "you should have been suspicious when the only time you managed to throw this Death Eater into Azkaban without trial. "

"We thought Malfoy was distracted," the old witch whispered, "that he was just trying to clear himself up. We also managed to convict some other Death Eaters at the time, like Bellatrix—"

Harry nodded, feeling his head and neck move like a marionette. "The Dark Lord's most fanatical and loyal servant, if anyone objected to Lucius' control of the Death Eaters, she would be a natural nucleus of opposition. And you think Lucius is distracted."

"Let him out," said Minerva McGonagall.Her voice rose to a scream. "Let him out!"

Amelia Bones pushed back her chair and stood up, turning to Floo—

"Wait a moment."

Everyone stared at Harry dumbfounded, especially Minerva McGonagall.

Harry's voice seemed to be controlled by something else. "We have four more things to discuss. An innocent man has been in Azkaban for ten years, eight months and fourteen days. It's okay to delay him a few more minutes. Those four things are as pressing as they are. "

"You—" whispered Amelia Bones, "at your age you shouldn't be trying to play the part—"

"First. I think I should see the full police files on all the other Death Eaters who went into Azkaban while Lucius was distracted. Can you have it ready tonight?"

"An hour will do," replied Amelia Bones.Her face was gray.

Harry nodded. "The second thing. Azkaban is a thing of the past. You need to start preparing for the transfer of prisoners to Nurmengard, or other safe and secure prisons without dementors, while paying for the damage caused by exposure to dementors. Provide treatment."

"Me," Amelia said.The old witch looked hunched and small. "I...don't think the rest of the Wizengamot would succumb to this...and the dementors had to be fed, not that we fed them, but they had to suffer Otherwise, they will wander in this world and attack innocent people..."

"It doesn't matter what the Wizengamot says," said Harry, "because—" Harry's voice cracked, "because—" Harry took a deep breath to calm himself.He felt that now he could see the nearest future, paved in front of him like a sun-drenched golden road.Is this also written in the Book of Time which I shall never see? "Because if my predictions are right, then very soon, Hermione Granger, the girl who rose from the dead, will go to Azkaban to destroy all the dementors there."

"Impossible!" Mad-Eye Moody spat.

"Merlin," whispered Amelia Bones, "oh, dear Merlin. That's what happened to the dementors that Dumbledore 'lost'. That's why they're afraid of you—now Are you afraid of her too?" Her voice trembled, "What's going on, what's going on with all this?"

If Hermione believed that death could be conquered—

Whether she could have believed it before, she would believe it now.

"Please give me the legitimate Portkey to Azkaban—" Harry's voice choked again.Tears rolled down his cheeks.

she will not die.I have her Horcrux.

But Hermione didn't need to know that.At least not this week.

If she's willing to risk her life to end it all—

"But I think she might be able to find a way to get over by herself..."

"Harry?" said Headmistress McGonagall.

Harry was crying, breaking out into fits of huge, unsteady sobs.But he didn't stop talking.Somewhere, while Harry was crying, Peter Pettigrew was still waiting.

Somewhere, just as he was crying, everyone was waiting.

"Third. In the Hogwarts Ward. In an easily defensible position. But in an emergency be able to teleport in from close to the Ward. There will be a heavily guarded medic-medic -Hospital. There must be powerful guards, and an unbreakable oath must be made in advance. I, I don't care how much these oaths cost, it really doesn't matter anymore. Also, let Alastor Moody design it Security architecture, with extreme, utter care to the point of paranoia, regardless of budget, sanity, or common sense, except that it has to be done ASAP." Can't stop talking and cry.

"Harry," said the Headmistress, "they both think you're crazy, they don't know you well enough to know that's not the case. You need to slow down and explain."

Harry just reached into the pouch, made a gesture with his fingers, and laboriously pulled out a five-kilogram piece of gold that was bigger than his fist, the result of his experiment this morning.There was a thud when the gold nugget fell on the table.

Moody leaned forward, tapped it with his wand, and let out an unintelligible sound from his throat.

"Here's your start-up fund, Alastor, if you need the money immediately. Nicholas Flamel didn't make the Sorcerer's Stone, he stole it, and Dumbledore doesn't know the secret history, but Monroe Yes. Once you understand how it works, you can use this stone to restore full health and youth to anyone in 230 four seconds. 360 people a day. 13 people a year. That should be enough to prevent wizards all over the world, all Goblins and house-elves and whoever's dead. Whether it's old age or whatever." Harry kept wiping away his tears, "Flame has more than a hundred Voldemorts in his hands, he could have saved So many, but he didn't. All the way, Moody, the Philosopher's Stone could heal all your scars and give you back your leg if Flamel wanted to. Dumbledore didn't know. I'm sure he didn't." Ha Leigh gave a shaky smile, "I can't picture you in your teens, Ms. Burns, but I bet that would suit you. It will give you more energy to keep the Wizengamot from looking for me." Trouble, because if they think they can get their hands on this rock in any way, like taxation, regulation, whatever, Hogwarts will secede from Great Britain and become an independent country. Headmaster, Hogwarts doesn't need to rely on magic There is no need for food, for that matter. You can reform the syllabus all you want. I think we should perhaps add some more in-depth courses soon, especially in Muggle Studies."

"Slow down!" said Minerva McGonagall.

"Fourth—" Harry said, then stopped.

fourth piece.Preparations begin to phase out the policy of secrecy and provide magical healing to the Muggle world on a large scale.Anyone who opposes this plan in any way risks losing the right to be served by the Philosopher's Stone...

Harry's lips could not move.It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

Getting 60 billion Muggles to think creatively about how to use magic...

Transforming antimatter is just an idea.Not even the most destructive scenario.There are also black holes, negatively charged strange quark clusters [4].Even if black holes can't transform—perhaps by the definition of magic, they don't exist within a certain radius of space—then just transform a lot of nuclear weapons, and the black death bacteria, so that they can start multiplying before the transformation is over.Harry hadn't been thinking about it for five minutes, but it didn't matter because he had thought enough.Someone will think of it, someone will talk about it, and someone will try it.The probability and inevitability of this matter are close to the point where there is no difference.

What if you deformed a cubic millimeter of up quarks, only the up quarks, but not the down quarks they were bound to?Little did Harry know that the up quark must be matter that already existed.It just suffices if some Muggle-born wizard who knows the names of the six quarks decides to give it a try.This may be the end of the world that is counting down in the prophecy.

Harry could try to deny the thought, rationalize it away.

He can't do that either.

That's not something Harry Potter would do.

Like water flowing downhill, Harry Potter would never risk destroying the world.

"The fourth?" asked Amelia Bones, looking as if she had been repeatedly hit in the face by planets. "And what was the fourth?"

"Nothing," Harry said.His voice didn't crack.He didn't curl up in a ball and cry.There were still lives he could save, and those had to come first. "It's nothing. The chief wizard of Burns, I have given you the regency of the Wizengamot. In this capacity, please announce to the world that the healing power of the Philosopher's Stone will soon be open to everyone. Before that, To keep all dying patients alive at all costs, no matter what magic must be used. This statement should definitely be your first priority. When you are done with this, you can go save Peter Pettigrew and tell you at the same time Ex-commander, start preparing for the closure of Azkaban. Then ask you to have a full list of Death Eaters in jail, their interrogation records, and whether Lucius is uncharacteristically uninterested in defending them. Thank you. That's all."

Amelia Bones turned away without a word, rushing into the Floo net as if she were herself on fire.

"Someone's got to be—" said Harry, his voice choking again, because the action has already begun and crying is no longer a waste of time, even though the vast majority of lives can't be saved for now, "someone's got to be—someone Tell Remus Lupine."

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[1] Nobbs Auror and Colon Auror: Corporal Nobbs and Sergeant Colon are a duo of police officers in the Discworld fantasy series.

[2] Refers to Lord of the Rings and Mount Doom in the Lord of the Rings series.

[3]

Chapter 58 When Dumbledore took the Phoenix to find Bellatrix, the prisoner who said "I'm not serious, I'm not serious, I'm not serious..." is Peter Pettigrew, because seriousness (serious) and Sirius (Sirius) have the same pronunciation, so Peter actually said "I am not Sirius, I am not Sirius, I am not Sirius..." This implication is really impossible to express in Chinese, after discussion by the translation team The decision was not explicitly raised, sorry. :-)

[4] Strange quark group: It is the matter in the theory, which is composed of three types of quarks: up quark, down quark and strange quark.If the state of the strange quark group is stable, a chain effect can be produced to transform the atomic nucleus into a gray viscous substance with extremely high temperature, and its smallest scale is a few femtometers (the mass is close to that of a light atomic nucleus).Macroscopic strange quark clusters (up to the order of meters) are called quark stars or strange stars, so strange quark clusters can be understood as fragments of strange matter.The concept was proposed by E.Farhi and R.Jaffe, and it was proposed as a dark matter candidate. en.wikipedia/wiki/Strangequark