Popular Web NovelsChapter 577 Do you discriminate against dementors?Chapter 577 Do you discriminate against dementors?
The footsteps of one large and one small walked across the soft grass, making a slight rustling sound.
"This is a normal thing. Bustling will bring happiness. Suddenly being alone away from the crowd will make the excited heart feel lonely, so we need relatives and friends... This is the magic of love." Dumbledore chuckled.
Harry pursed his lips, was silent for a while, and whispered: "I always thought you were avoiding too much contact with me. Sir, you know, Voldemort may be able to see the scene I saw, hear me hear "I don't deny it, I did it..."
Dumbledore admitted frankly, with almost no hesitation, "I believe that before long, Voldemort will try to force his way into your brain, manipulate and mislead your thoughts, and use you to monitor me and monitor the actions of the Order of the Phoenix. I urge you Ask Molly and Sirius not to mention too much about the Order of the Phoenix in front of you. Later Loren told me that they had a big fight because of this matter... Loren also advised me more than once, Maybe I should trust you more instead of treating you like a child who hasn't grown up."
Harry heard a hint of fatigue in the principal's voice. He looked up at the old principal and said in his voice. He suddenly improved with a firm expression: "I will work hard to learn Occlumency!"
"Relax, Harry..." Dumbledore smiled and rubbed his hair, and after soaking his hands with sweat, She calmly put her hand back on his shoulder, "Magic is very magical. To this day, no wizard can say that he has understood its secrets, but we can gain some experience from it..."
"Some people are naturally good at it. Some magic, like Mr. Finnigan; some people are always repelled by certain magic, such as the evil dark wizard who has difficulty mastering the Patronus Spell. Similarly, people with cheerful and emotional personalities are required to isolate themselves from others and close their own. The mind is very unhuman."
Harry opened his mouth when he thought of his disarming spell, thinking that this was probably a sign of reluctance, and sighed dejectedly: "No wonder Professor Snape said that about me. The brain is so empty that it can even accommodate Buckbeak racing through it..."
"Interesting metaphor." Dumbledore praised with a smile.
"But what should I do with Voldemort?" Harry knocked his head in distress, "Can I just let him read my mind, like a book that I can't resist... ..."
"Not all books can be read at will, such as the tomes in the restricted book area, such as..." Dumbledore looked up at the two people walking at the front of the road, seeming to remember What, shook his head and smiled, "You can also arm your mind and counterattack appropriately to prevent Voldemort from looking through it at will, or so that he can only see what you want to show."
"Fake memory spell ?" Harry's eyes lit up. Compared to the invisible and intangible Occlumency technique, false memory seemed to be more direct.
"Well..." Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and did not answer directly, "If you say it, Voldemort may spy on him. It will be difficult to deal with him if he is on guard. It's up to you. Think about it."
"Yeah!" Harry looked delighted and nodded heavily.
The salty egg yolk-like sunset sank into the hills, leaving only an endless orange cloud. The Quidditch team was playing in front, and from time to time they heard Ron yelling in anger, and more often The twins burst into laughter, and an increasingly angry Ron began to chase them.
"It's been two weeks since school started. Are you still getting used to fifth grade life?"
Harry's eyebrows knitted together and he said bitterly: "There are more classes and more homework. It has changed more, and the time for Quidditch training has become less... These are all okay. The most troublesome thing is Umbridge. She is not like a professor at all. She only lets us read books by ourselves in class and does not use any magic. "Teacher."
"The school year of preparing for exams is always busier. As for Professor Umbridge, it's my fault..."
Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused, as if he was thinking about something, "Many students have indeed passed the stage of only learning things from books. A suitable professor should teach students how to use spells. When we make mistakes, we should correct them in time... So, I want to ask you."
"What?" Harry didn't understand what he meant and felt that this was a bit strange.
"You are indeed excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts. You are able to get rid of Crouch's Imperius Curse, you are able to summon the physical Patronus, and you have rich experience in fighting dark wizards. This is the reason for many seventh graders. Qualities that graduates do not have."
Harry finally understood and opened his mouth in surprise: "You mean..."
"I want you to start a new business. Duel Club activities..."
Dumbledore patted his shoulder lightly: "Those students who were deceived by the Ministry of Magic need to learn how to protect themselves, how to resist Death Eaters, and even resist Voldemort. According to previous years' arrangements, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor should be in charge , but Umbridge obviously won't do this, and Minerva, Severus and Filius all have their own jobs."
"Why me?" Harry couldn't bear it. Zhu asked, "I mean, why not Loren and Hermione? They are much better than me. They are good enough, have excellent grades, are proficient in magic and dueling, and have been assistant teachers in the dueling club... Look at me again, newspaper It says that I am a reckless boy who wants to attract attention, with an empty head and nonsense..."
"You need to be confident, Harry," Dumbledore advised patiently, "In the past few years, you have been in trouble. Your experience is more exciting than Lockhart's novels. You saved the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort, opened the Chamber of Secrets and killed the Basilisk, and became a warrior to win the Goblet of Fire. Many people are willing to listen to you."
Ha. Li looked up at him and remained silent.
Looking up at the team members in front, and then at Loren and Hermione at the front of the path, his eyebrows drooped and he felt that his mind was in a mess. He wanted to refute Dumbledore's words, but he didn't know. Where to start.
He had noticed from a long time ago that those adventures that sounded exciting were actually carried out under the watchful eye of the principal. It was unclear whether they completed those feats themselves, or whether the principal and professors guided him to complete them... …
"The Headmaster…"
"Huh?"
"You know what's going on, don't you?"
Harry whispered Muttered: "These things sound amazing, but it's all luck. Half the time, I don't know what I'm doing. It's not planned at all. I just act based on my feelings. I can die every time I escaped because I was not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. I was able to escape because I could always get help in time... When I guarded the Sorcerer's Stone, Loren appeared in time. I defeated the basilisk because Fox brought The Sword of Gryffindor appears just in time..."
"..."
Dumbledore did not refute. He recalled the arrangements of the past few years and thought about what he failed to do well, so that Harry could see the flaws and become suspicious.
"Compared with those near-miss experiences in school, Loren and Hermione's adventures are more exciting, the secret passages of the pyramids, the underground waterways of New York..." Harry frowned, his face full of confusion. , "I must admit that they are more suitable for this job."
"I think there is one more thing that needs to be explained to you... Harry, you may have thought, why didn't I choose you as a prefect? "
Harry was stunned for a moment, and opened and closed his lips twice, without admitting or denying. The little thoughts of an adolescent boy who was jealous of his friends were revealed clearly, and he was more or less ashamed.
"You never have to be inferior to anyone..."
Dumbledore looked down at Harry, his blue eyes staring at his green eyes, his expression serious and serious, "You are capable enough to serve as a prefect. Enough to serve as Quidditch captain, enough to serve as the student mentor of the dueling club, I believe this more than anyone else... I only give you one last responsibility, I consider that you have enough responsibilities."< br>
Harry raised his gaze blankly, his throat suddenly blocked, those things kept hitting the soft part of his heart, the sourness was hard to distinguish, it seemed like he was wronged, like he was happy, or it was a mess of things. Together, I can't tell what it is.
Dumbledore smiled calmly: "Of course there is another reason. If it were Loren, he would definitely find it troublesome and reject me without hesitation." "So I am just a backup. Do you want to choose?" The corners of Harry's eyes twitched, and he suppressed all his sadness and grievances, leaving him unable to laugh or cry.
"That's not entirely true. If you are responsible for this matter, your good friends will definitely help you with ideas and they will get involved."
"!!"
Harry's eyes widened.
Not far ahead, George and Fred, who were running away from their brother's suicide attack, ran over in a hurry. When they saw Dumbledore, their eyes suddenly lit up. They smiled and stepped forward to squeeze Harry away, and one person supported the old man. The principal's hand said in a sweet gesture: "Principal Dumbledore, we have an application that was rejected by Professor McGonagall, and we would like to explain it to you personally."
"What application?"
"A very interesting social practice. We have some independently developed magic candies that we have tested on ourselves. They are absolutely safe and the efficacy meets the requirements. However, we are not sure whether the effect is stable, so we want students to help test it... ..."
"Magic candy?" Dumbledore blinked, seemingly interested, "Is it the same as Mr. Ambrosio Froome's product?"
"Yes? Yes, just like Honeydukes Candy Shop."
"Can you give me a taste?"
George and Fred took a breath: "Well... "
The remaining sunset shone on Dumbledore's cheeks, and those carved wrinkles and long beard were golden. At least at this moment, he seemed to be just a kind and kind ordinary old man.
...
Saturday, evening.
Gryffindor Common Room.
Three divination dream diaries were placed on the small round table. Loren and Ron stared at the blank papers, lost in thought at the same time. Only Harry was absent-minded. He looked at the two of them and then at Hermione, who was reviewing first-year knowledge next to him. He didn't know what to say.
I don't know who was behind it, but the idea of adapting a fable to keep a diary was leaked. Several students in the Divination class were using a copy of the story, and the risk of exposure was greatly increased. They were afraid that Professor Trelawney would Randomly checking the homework, I found that several students had the same dream...
If they had no choice, they could only make it up out of thin air.
Loren held the quill, thought for a moment, dipped it in ink and started recording.
Dream Diary, September 16th.
I dreamed of a strange person who always liked to wear a brown and black top hat and a red and green horizontal striped sweater. One right hand is made of sharp iron claws made of metal. His whole body is extremely malnourished and skinny. His face and body are all scars left by burns.
His father was a Death Eater who was unfortunately imprisoned in the deepest cell of Azkaban. He fell in love with a dementor and gave birth to him. Freddy's soul therefore possesses the qualities of a wizard and a dementor. The strange double evil, inherited the essence of those demons, committed all kinds of evil, and was eventually killed by the Auror with a fire spell...
Many years later, he appeared in people's dreams and killed in an extremely cruel way. .
...
Loren adapted it with gusto.
Ron, who was lying next to him with his head in his head, was also fascinated by the scene. When he saw the scary place, he would look away shamelessly, but he quickly moved back, fearful and curious to see the follow-up development.
"Can wizards and dementors have children? Why have I never heard of it?"
"Wizards and giants have children, wizards and Veela have children, why can't they have children with dementors? , do you discriminate against dementors?" Loren raised his chin and looked at him.
"No..." Ron frowned and looked embarrassed, "But who would fall in love with a dementor? I have never heard of it. Could it be that dementors can also drink love potions?" ? "
"So it happened when the Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban, a special environment, and what if the wizard fed the Death Eaters a love potion? "
"No, what does he like about dementors?"
"Love is always blind."
"..."
Harry next to him couldn't quite understand, but he was so shocked that even Hermione couldn't help but put down her hands. He read the book in his dream diary word by word, and finally fell into silence and began to doubt himself.
Shouldn't they reveal their methods to Seamus? Not only have they not done their homework properly, but the things they make up are becoming more and more outrageous. They are not as good as the original fable!
"That..."
Harry recovered from the shock and murmured something in a low voice. He realized that the three of them were still discussing whether dementors and wizards could get married, so he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Can you help me reopen the dueling club!"
"?"
Facing the questioning looks of the three, Harry's courage that he had just summoned dropped again. He slumped his shoulders and explained: "Dumbledore came to chat with me in the afternoon and said We can't let Umbridge tell everyone to just study. Someone needs to take everyone to learn spells and practice practical combat. The other professors are very busy. I hope that I... will reopen the dueling club with you."
Loren blinked. Blink: "Dumbledore... Army?"
(End of this chapter)
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