HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 "No problem, I believe in Gellert's ability."

"I don't doubt the teacher's ability, but this matter is always a little more preparation, originally intended to let the ancestor Helga help your soul transfer, so that with the flame of Phoenix Fox, there will be no other problems. , But now it seems that the ancestor’s sobriety is still indefinitely, and we obviously need a new insurance item.

　　 "In that case," Dumbledore was a little hesitant after Jon's analysis: "Then how about you?"

　　 "I can come, but my strength is too weak."

After all, it involves the level of soul. If you want to keep Dumbledore’s soul intact and avoid loss, you can either make Horcrux like Voldemort, so that the power of the soul can be kept weak. In this case, only the current Strength can also keep the soul intact.

　　 That is to say, first retain a part of the soul, and then use other power to retain the other soul.

　　 But this method, obviously Dumbledore would not adopt it.

　　 They wanted to say something more, when suddenly they heard Harry's voice coming from outside.

　　 "I'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll go back first. By the way, the fools of the Ministry of Magic are really not easy to use. Tell our boy about this."

　　 Jon stood up and turned around, his body disappeared, leaving only Dumbledore and the principals in the portrait.

　　 So when Harry came in, he saw the lights in Dumbledore's office were on, and the portraits of the previous principals were snoring lightly in the frame.

　　 The meditation basin was placed on the table again. Dumbledore was holding the edge of the basin with both hands, his right hand was still burnt black, and it didn't seem to get better at all.

　　 Harry wondered what caused such obvious damage for the hundredth time, but he didn't ask.

　　 Dumbledore said that he would know later, and he had another thing to say, but before Harry could mention Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke first.

　　 "I heard that you met the Minister of Magic at Christmas?"

　　 "Yes, he is not very satisfied with me."

　　 "Yes," Dumbledore sighed. "He's not very satisfied with me either. Let's try not to be depressed by pain, Harry, keep fighting."

　　 Harry smiled.

　　 "He wanted me to tell the wizarding world that the Ministry of Magic did a great job."

　　 Dumbledore also laughed.

　　 "This was originally Fudge's idea. In the last days of his tenure, he tried desperately to keep his position. He wanted to see you. I hope you can support him—"

　　 "After Fudge did all that last year? After Umbridge?"

　　 "I told Fudge that it was impossible, but the idea did not die after he left office. We met a few hours after Scrimgeour was appointed and he asked me to arrange an interview with you—"

　　 "You have a dispute over this?" Harry blurted out: "The Daily Prophet is published."

　　 "The Daily Prophet does occasionally report some truth," Dumbledore said: "Although it may be unintentional. Yes, we had a dispute about this...it seems Rufus finally managed to stop you."

　　 "He accused me of being'all from Dumbledore'."

　　 "He is so rude."

　　 "I said I was."

　　 Dumbledore opened his mouth to talk, but closed it again. Behind Harry, Phoenix Fox let out a soft, sweet hum. Harry suddenly noticed that Dumbledore's bright blue eyes were a little moist, and he was so embarrassed that he hurriedly looked down at his knees. But when Dumbledore spoke, his voice was quite calm.

　　 "I'm very touched, Harry."

　　 "Scrimgeour wants to know where you will go when you are not at Hogwarts." Harry still stared at his knees.

　　 "Yeah, he loves to inquire about this." Dumbledore's voice became cheerful, and Harry felt that he could raise his head. "He even tried to stare at my tips, which is really interesting. He sent Dalis to follow me, which is not great. I have been forced to use the spell on Dalis and I regretted to use it again."

　　 "So they still don't know where you are going?"

　　 Harry wanted more information on this question he was curious about, but Dumbledore just looked at him from above the half-moon glasses and smiled.

　　 "Yeah, they don't know. It's too early to tell you. Now, I suggest that we continue the class unless there is something else—?"

　　 "Yes, sir," Harry said, "It's about Malfoy and Snape."

　　 "Professor Snape, Harry."

　　 "Yes, sir. I heard them at Professor Slughorn's party...well, I actually followed them..."

Dumbledore listened quietly. After Harry finished speaking, he was silent for a while, then said, "Thank you for telling me, Harry, but I suggest you don't take it to heart. I don't think it is very important. "

　　 "Isn't it important?" Harry said in disbelief, "Professor, you understand—"

　　 "Yes, Harry, thank God for giving me extraordinary intelligence, I understand everything you say to me."

　　 Dumbledore said sharply: "I think you can even believe that I understand better than you. I'm glad you can tell me, but let me assure you that you didn't say anything that disturbs me."

　　 Harry sat there staring at Dumbledore, his heart felt like boiling.

What exactly is going on?

　　 Did Dumbledore really instruct Snape to ascertain Malfoy's movements? He had heard what Harry said from Snape?

　　 Or is he actually worried, just pretending to be nonchalant?

　　 "Then, sir," Harry said in his hopefully polite and calm voice, "You still trust—"

　　 "I have answered this question with enough tolerance," Dumbledore said, but his tone was no longer tolerant: "My answer has not changed ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ I don't think so."

　　 said a sarcasm, and just above them, Phineas Nigelles was obviously just pretending to be asleep.

　　 But Dumbledore ignored him and just watched Harry continue.

　　 "Now, Harry, I must insist on continuing the class. I have more important things to discuss with you tonight."

　　 Harry sat there unconvinced.

　　 What if he refuses to change the subject?

　　 What if he insists on arguing about Malfoy?

　　 Dumbledore could see through Harry's thoughts, but still shook his head without saying anything.

　　 "I want to show you two memories tonight, they are hard to come by, I think the second one is the most important of all the memories I have collected."

　　 Harry didn't speak, and was still angry at the cold reception of his report, but he also saw that there was no benefit in fighting any longer.

　　 "So," Dumbledore said loudly, "We are going to continue the story of Tom Riddle tonight, who was about to cross the threshold of Hogwarts last class.

　　 You probably remember how excited he was when he heard that he was a wizard, and that he refused to let me accompany him to Diagon Alley. I also warned him not to steal after he entered school. "

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