"Du Teng, what are you doing!"

Harry stared at him blankly. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Lu Ping was frightened and couldn't help shouting.

Duten didn't answer him.

Just staring at the curtain in front of him, holding the wand in the other hand, the curtain that was constantly shaking slowly stopped as if it were a curtain opened by someone's hand, and a face appeared in front of Harry.

"Sirius!"

Harry's eyes widened, and Lupin looked incredulous.

Du Teng had a calm face, and with a hard pull of his arm, he pulled Sirius out of the whole person, and then used his wand to lightly touch his chest and forehead.

"Ahh

Sirius suddenly opened his eyes, and his gray skin quickly returned to blood.

He actually lived!

Obviously he has been swallowed up by the curtain of death and entered the world of the dead, and before that, he was hit by Avadasuo's life, and if he were someone else, he wouldn't be able to live with ten lives. But he was resurrected, and the eyes of the others in the room widened.

Bellatrix's eyes widened, and he looked incredulous. She gritted her teeth and raised her wand to attack again, only to be spotted by a dodging Hermione.

"Faint!"

Of course, they didn't hit the other party, but Bellatrix didn't dare to stay, they have now fallen into the disadvantage, this boy who can save the dead is the most terrifying, she doesn't dare to face the other party head-on, she can only dodge, from a path to run outside.

The other Death Eaters also talked about running away, including Lucius.

Harry didn't care so much, he ran over and grabbed Sirius in his arms, and began to cry.

The others gathered around, and Dumbledore appeared in the distance, looked at Harry, then at Duten, nodded at Duten, and disappeared into the room.

……

Harry's feet landed on solid ground; With a slight bend of his knee, the golden wizard's head fell to the floor with a thud. He looked around and found himself in Dumbledore's office.

He was sent by Duten, and I don't know what method he used, but he only sent Harry himself.

In the days that the Headmaster was gone, everything seemed to have fixed itself. The fine silverware stood on the slender leg table again, quietly puffing smoke and whirling. Portraits of old principals and boys are snoozing in the photograph, some lazily leaning their heads on chairs with armrests, others leaning against the frame of the portraits. Harry looked out the window and saw a plain gray-green hanging in the sky: dawn was slowly coming.

The office was silent, everything was motionless, and only the occasional snoring or sniffling of a sleeping portrait would break the silence.

A portrait let out a loud snort behind him, followed by a cold tone, "Ah...... Harry Potter ......"

Phineas Nigelus stretched with a long yawn as he looked at Harry with his sly squinting eyes.

"What are you doing here early in the morning?" "This office is off-limits to anyone but the legitimate principal. Did Dumbledore send you? Oh, don't tell me......" he yawned again. "Another piece of news about my useless great-grandson?"

Harry couldn't say a word. Phineas didn't know that Sirius was dead, let alone that he had been resurrected, but Harry didn't want to tell him. He had nothing to say to the old man in the portrait, and he was too lazy to tell each other what he knew, even though he was the ancestor of Sirius.

Several more portraits came into action. Fearing that he would be questioned by them, Harry strode across the room and grabbed the doorknob.

But the door didn't open. He was locked up in the house.

"I hope that means ......," said a chubby, red-nosed wizard who hung on the wall behind the Headmaster's desk, "Dumbledore will soon be back among us?" ”

Harry turned away, and the wizard looked at Harry with interest. Harry nodded. The backhand twisted the doorknob behind him again, but the door still didn't open.

"Oh, that's great," said the wizard, "it's so boring without him, it's so boring." ”

He sat on a chair that looked like a throne, smiling lovingly above Harry's head, and the portrait was painted for him as he sat on this chair.

"Dumbledore thinks highly of you, I think you know that." He said leisurely, "Oh, of course, with a lot of respect for you. Harry nodded, he didn't know how he was feeling at this time, he had been through so many things, Dumbledore didn't show up at all, he didn't know how to describe his opinion of Dumbledore at this time.

An emerald green flame suddenly erupted from the empty fireplace, and Harry jumped open from the door in fright, staring at the rapidly spinning figure inside the fireplace. When Dumbledore's tall figure emerged from the flames, the wizards of men and women on the surrounding walls awoke violently, many of them erupting in cheers.

"Thank you!" Dumbledore said softly.

Instead of looking at Harry at once, he walked over to the perch by the door, took a small, ugly, featherless Fawkes from the pocket inside his robe, and gently placed it on a fine ash plate under the gilded perch, where the adult Fawkes usually stayed.

"Oh, Harry," Dumbledore said to Harry, as he finally walked away from the young phoenix, "you will be glad to hear that, your classmates, no one will be tormented by the events of last night. ”

Harry was tempted to squeeze out a "good" word but didn't make a sound.

In his opinion, Dumbledore was reminding him of the magnitude of the damage he had caused. Although Dumbledore's gaze was only on himself this time, and his attitude was gentle and kind, and he was in no way blaming himself, Harry still couldn't bear to look at him squarely.

"Madam Pomfrey is treating them," Dumbledore said, "Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little more time at St. Mungo's Hospital, but it looks like she'll recover soon." ”

Harry nodded vigorously at the carpet, which grew brighter and brighter as it grew brighter outside. He was sure that all the portraits in the room were listening to every word Dumbledore had to say, and were wondering what kind of places Dumbledore and Harry had been to, and why anyone had been hurt.

"I know how you're feeling right now, Harry." Dumbledore said in a very soft voice. "But first of all, I have to congratulate you, Sirius is back safe and sound."

"No, you don't." Harry suddenly raised his voice and said forcefully. Intense anger leaped over his heart; Dumbledore didn't know how he was feeling.

"Look, Dumbledore?" Phineas Nigelles slyly said, "Don't try to get to know the minds of your students. They hate to do that. They would rather be misunderstood, feel sorry for themselves, and suffer from ......"

"That's enough, Phineas." Dumbledore said.

Then he looked at Harry.

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore, "an explanation for the mistakes made by the elderly. Because I now realize that the things I have done and not done about you have the regrets of older people. Young people don't know what older people think, and they don't know how they feel, but if older people forget what it was like when they were younger, they are very wrong...... Looks like I can't remember it lately......"

The sun has risen; The mountains are bright orange, and the sky above is colorless and bright. The light hit Dumbledore, on his gray brows, on his beard, and on his deep wrinkles.

"Fifteen years ago," Dumbledore said, "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I was guessing what it meant. I think maybe it's a sign that you have some kind of connection with Voldemort. ”

"You've told me about this before, Professor." Harry said bluntly. He didn't care about his rude attitude. He doesn't care about anything anymore.

"Yes," Dumbledore said apologetically, "yes, but you see—it's still necessary to start with your scars. Because obviously, my suspicions have been confirmed shortly after you return to the wizarding world, and whenever Voldemort appears near you, your scar will give you some omen, or feel some other strong emotion. ”

"I know." Harry said impatiently.

"You can feel Voldemort's presence, even if he's in disguise, and you can know how he feels when he's in high spirits. Since he returned to his body and regained his full strength, this ability of yours has become more and more apparent. ”

Harry didn't nod. He already knew what Dumbledore had said.

"Recently," Dumbledore continued, "I've come to worry that Voldemort might be aware of such a connection between you. Sure enough, there was a time when he became aware of your presence, and that was when you penetrated into his mind and thoughts, and I refer, of course, the night you witnessed the attack on Weasley. ”

"That's right, Snape told me." Harry grunted.

"It's Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore whispered to him, "Have you ever wondered why I didn't explain this to you?" Why didn't I teach you Occlumency personally? Why haven't I even looked at you for months? ”

Harry raised his eyes and saw Dumbledore's sad and tired face.

"Yes," Harry muttered, "yes, I thought about it. ”

"You see," Dumbledore continued, "Voldemort intends to get into your mind, control and mislead your mind, and I believe he had this idea not long ago, and I don't want him to make that desire even stronger. I believe that if he had known that our relationship, now and in the past, was much closer than it should have been between the principal and the students, he would have seized the opportunity to use you to spy on me. I'm afraid he'll take advantage of you, I'm afraid he'll try to control you. Harry, I think I'm right to think so, Voldemort will use you in this way. In the few times we met, I think I saw his shadow flickering behind your eyes......"

It's been a long time since Dumbledore has spoken to Harry like this, and what the two of them said next, everyone who should know knows, and those who shouldn't know naturally don't need to know. Because Sirius was still alive, this time Harry was calmer and listened carefully to Dumbledore's words, not too excited.

A few days later......

The Minister of Magic, Fudge, admitted in public that the Dark Lord had indeed returned, and the entire British wizarding community was silent, and everyone looked at this man in disbelief who had previously said that "it was all Dumbledore's lies", they believed him, and they were willing to give him trust, but when the truth really came, everyone was stunned.

But fortunately, Dumbledore and Harry's "crimes" have been cleared, and now no one thinks they are liars, everyone says that they are the ones who really know one.

Ron and Hermione were fully recovered and discharged from the hospital three days before the end of the semester.

Duten is also back, and Hermione has always been very happy lately, and her whole person is beaming, and her face is full of happiness.

Harry thought about Dumbledore and Sirius once in a while, and his thoughts always changed with his mood. But one thing was clear to him: as sad as he was now, he would miss Hogwarts when he returned to 4 Privet Road in a few days.

Although he now knew why he wanted to go back there every summer, he still didn't feel any more fond of that place. In fact, he had never been so scared to go back as he was now.

Professor Umbridge left Hogwarts the day before the end of the semester.

No one knew how she had escaped from the centaurs, and she had just returned, and seemed to have snuck out of the hospital at dinner time, and it was clear that she wanted to leave quietly without being noticed.

Unfortunately, she ran into Peeves on the way, and it was Fred's words that he seized this last opportunity, happily stopping Umbridge in front of her, and taking turns smashing her with a cane and a sock full of chalk. Many students ran out onto the porch to see her fleeing, and the deans tried to stop them half-truthfully.

In fact, Professor McGonagall only made a few feeble protests before sitting back at her desk, regretting that she could not deliver Umbridge herself, as Peeves had borrowed her crutches.

Anyway, the year is finally over.

After all this experience, Harry and the others stepped on the train home, and Duten sat next to them, watching these mature companions, his thoughts drifting into the distance.

The world of Azeroth, now, is also surging. (To be continued.) )