Chapter 002 Deliberation

By the time Harry Potter woke up again, it was already a few days later. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He clutched his aching forehead, and his memory was disconnected.

He vaguely remembered the last gardenia-scented figure standing behind him......

He looked around and saw that it was nothing more than a Hogwarts hospital, where the head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, was tending to the beds in the hospital, and when she saw Harry Potter wake up, she smiled at him and hurried out of the room.

A few moments later, Dumbledore walked in with his exaggerated floor-sweeping robes.

Even though Dumbledore is known as the greatest wizard of the century, the headmaster of Hogwarts, he still has some characteristics that an old single man should have.

For example, a beard that is sometimes knotted, or sloppy clothes, robes that never change, robes that are always dragged on the ground, and so on......

It's just that the convenience of magic allows him to clean up the dirt on his body with a single gesture, so he doesn't look so sloppy.

"Potter. He pushed the door and walked in, slowly came to the hospital bed and made a gesture of spreading his hands: "You are so reckless." ”

"I'm sorry, sir. Harry Potter bowed his head and took his own responsibility, if it was him, he would not admit it so cleanly, but in the face of Voldemort, Harry Potter, who lacked the means to compete with the other party, finally understood how childish and meaningless his previous insistence was.

If you can't compete with the other party, what's the use of coming to the other party even if you overcome obstacles?

Harry, who had his head down, didn't see the look of relief on Dumbledore's face.

"Well, since you've started to reflect on your mistakes, I won't say anything more and look forward to the next House Cup. Dumbledore nodded lightly and turned around, intending to leave.

"Professor. Harry Potter looked up and said.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at him with an inquiring look.

"Hermione, Ron, are they alright?" he asked.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with Miss Hermione, and Mr. Ron only has a slight bruise, they're already walking around the house. Dumbledore told a little joke.

But Harry Potter didn't laugh, he hesitated, clenched his fists, and looked up at Dumbledore: "Professor, that person ......"

With a relaxed smile on Dumbledore's face, he pushed his glasses and looked at Harry Potter, "Did you really see that?"

I wanted to cover it up, but I didn't expect Harry to see the man, which is a bit difficult to explain.

"Professor, who the hell is that man, I saw him come out of the coffin, I saw him fight off Voldemort, he ......"

"Mr. Harry Potter. Dumbledore interrupted him loudly.

"I think this matter should be our secret and buried in the bottom of our hearts, okay?"

"Whether it's for the wizarding world or for Voldemort, his appearance is a bombshell and has a good chance of causing an uproar, so I think it's better not to talk about it for everyone's good for the time being, what do you think?"

He looked at Harry Potter and blinked.

"I see. Harry Potter lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

The curiosity of human nature made him tempted to explore the identity of that person, but the subtext revealed in Voldemort's words discouraged him.

After a confrontation with Voldemort, he had grown up, and he was no longer the young man who didn't care, bowed his head forward, and rushed over to speak.

He looked thoughtful, not noticing that Dumbledore had walked out the door.

Hermione and Ron walked in through the door, looked at the pensive Harry Potter, and reached out to shake it in front of him, interrupting Harry Potter's train of thought.

"Hermione, Ron. Looking at the two friends, he showed a surprised smile, after breaking through the trap of the teachers together, the three of them have already experienced two of the four irons in life: they have been through the window together, and they have carried guns together, so when they see each other, their faces are particularly cordial.

"Harry, are you alright. Ron swallowed, looked at Harry, who was a little sluggish, and asked with some concern, Harry must have been stupid by the trap, right?

"I'm fine, Ron. Giving Ron a comforting smile, looking at Hermione, Harry Potter suddenly showed a look of sudden realization on his face, let such a "Miss Encyclopedia" not ask for advice, what kind of thing to rack her brains here to think about.

"Hermione, do you know who Merlin's disciple is?" Harry Potter's question made Miss Everythinghouse look distressed, and now, the person who racked her brains was replaced by Miss Everything!

After Dumbledore walked out of the infirmary, he went straight back to his Headmaster's office.

There, a silver-haired young man was sitting on a chair next to the comfortable balcony, sitting in a very comfortable posture, with a book in his belly, exposed to the sun, his slender and slender fingers like white jade, to play the piano must be an incomparable visual pleasure, that is, his eyes were closed, even if he read a book, it was only after his fingers brushed the entire page slightly, it was counted as reading this page, just when Dumbledore entered the door, he saw that he had turned three pages.

It was quite a thick parchment, with text on both sides, and it was doubtful how much the other party could read into such a translation.

But Dumbledore had no doubts at all.

For people in the wizarding world, reading is a simple thing, a little magic can do it, although the other party's eyes are blind, but the attainment of magic is ......

Dumbledore shook his head and sat down across from the youth.

The young man casually closed the book, looked at Dumbledore, and smiled.

"Should I call you Mr. Keral, or should I call you Your Majesty?" Dumbledore gathered the robe in his hand, raised his hand, and lifted the steaming teapot that had been placed next to him, constantly heating it himself, and then the two teacups automatically jumped from the coffee table and came to the two of them.

Dumbledore poured half of the black tea into the two of their teacups, the sweet smell of black tea churning in the headmaster's room, "milk?suger?orall?" the teacup asked.

“all。 Both said at the same time.

Immediately, the teacup was filled with milk and proper sugar, and it became cloudy.

Two silver spoons jumped into the cup and began to stir automatically.

"Just call me Kai. The young man put the book on the table, looked up, looked at Albus Dumbledore, and said with a smile.