Who the hell escaped?

This was a big problem for Harry, Barty Crouch Jr. was already dead in prison, but Vanlin had said that it was impossible for a living person to escape the Dementors.

Without Animagus, not even Azkaban could not get out of the way, perhaps this was just a conjecture.

Harry felt the landscape grow farther and farther away, and soon, the world before him was back in darkness.

It seems that this memory has also come to an end, and all the important judgment days of the Wizengamot have passed.

Van Lin was eager to see how Lucius Malfoy got out, but Dumbledore didn't seem to intend to let him watch it.

"I thought, Harry, it's time to go back to the office. A voice rang in Harry's ears.

Harry was startled, and he looked around.

Van Lin nodded at the visitor, and then exited the space of the meditation basin.

Harry was a little anxious, he looked to his right, and to his right sat an Albus Dumbledore, watching Crouch's son being dragged out by Demont - there was also an Albus Dumbledore to his left, looking at him.

"Let's go. Mr. Dumbledore on the left put his hand into Harry's arm, Harry felt himself rise into the air, the dungeon disappeared, and in the darkness, he felt himself slowly flipping and fighting, and suddenly, his feet fell to the ground and he found himself standing in Dumbledore's sunny office, the stone basin in the cupboard flickering in front of him.

Albus Dumbledore was on his side, as was Van Lin, and Van Lin was beside him.

"Professor," Harry gasped, "I know I shouldn't- I didn't want to—the cupboard door opened a little bit and—"

Harry looked at Van Lin, then looked away, if Dumbledore blamed, Harry would be happy to fight for Van Lin, but ......

"I totally understand. Dumbledore said.

He brought the basin to his table and sat down, motioning for Harry and Van Lin to sit across from him.

The two of them sat down, and Harry was still staring at the stone basin. The contents of the basin returned to its original state, a silvery-white substance that swirled and microwaved as he wheezed.

"I'm sure Van Lin has explained something to you, it's called the Meditation Basin," Dumbledore said lightly, "I sometimes find that—and you know how it feels—that my mind is filled with too many thoughts and memories. ”

"Uh......" Honestly, Harry didn't feel that way.

"Many times," said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, "I use the meditation basin, which can absorb a person's thoughts, pour it into the basin, and then look at it at leisure." When in this form, it is easier for you to spot patterns and connections of things. ”

"What do you mean...... Are those your thoughts, that is, memories?" Harry glared at the swirling substance in the basin.

"Of course. Dumbledore said, "I'll show you." Dumbledore pulled his wand from his bosom and placed one end near his temple. Then he took the wand away, and his hair seemed to be glued to it—but it was actually a trace of the silvery substance that was contained in the meditation basin, and Dumbledore put the new idea into the basin, and Harry was surprised to find his own face floating on the surface.

Dumbledore put his hands on the ends of the basin and stirred it, like a gold digger stirring up the sand in search of sand...... Harry saw his own face change to Snape's, and he spoke to the ceiling with his mouth wide open, his voice echoing softly.

"It's back...... Karkaroff too...... He's stronger than ever......"

"I should have discovered this connection a long time ago. Dumbledore sighed, "But it doesn't matter. He looked beyond the half-moon glasses at Harry, who was still staring at Snape's face with his mouth wide open.

"When Mr. Fudge came to talk to us, I was using the meditation basin, and I hurriedly removed it, knowing that it was not a legal item. No doubt I didn't close the door of the cupboard, but naturally it caught your attention. “

"I'm sorry. Harry whispered.

Dumbledore shook his head. "There's nothing wrong with curiosity, but we should be wary of our curiosity......"

Neither Verlin nor Harry spoke, in fact, Dumbledore's words meant completely different things for Van Lin and Harry.

Like, Van Lin couldn't interfere too much with Dumbledore's guidance to Harry.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and touched the substance with the tip of his staff. Suddenly, a man rose from within, a plump girl of about sixteen years of age, with a sad face. She began to spin slowly, her feet still in the basin not exposed.

She didn't notice Harry or Professor Dumbledore at all, and her voice was echoing, as if coming up from the bottom of a basin: "He said a spell to me, Dumbledore, I was just kidding him, sir, I just said that I saw him kiss Froans in the back of the greenhouse last week......"

"But why, Perthie," Dumbledore said sadly, and now the girl was not talking but was spinning. "Why did you go with him in the first place?"

"Perthie?" said Harry, "that's—it's Perthie. Joggins?"

"Yes," Dumbledore touched the floor of the pelvis again. Percy descended, and the substance was silvery and opaque again.

"This is the Percy I remember when she was still in school. ”

The silver light emanating from the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face, and Harry suddenly realized how old he looked, of course he knew that Dumbledore had started to age a long time ago, but he never really realized that Dumbledore was an old man.

Van Lin also looked at Dumbledore quietly, and had to admit that Dumbledore had the image of a kind elder, but it was a very intuitive question, how long would Dumbledore live?

"Harry," said Dumbledore, "didn't you say you had something to say to me before I went out?"

"Yes," said Harry, "Professor—I was ,—— in the Astronomy Tower—I fell asleep. ”

Harry hesitated, anxious and waiting to be scolded, but Dumbledore only said, "What's the matter, keep talking." ”

"I had a dream," said Harry, "a dream about Voldemort. He's torturing a vampire...... The vampire is called...... Peters—"

"I see," Dumbledore said quickly. "Please continue. ”

"Voldemort received a letter. He said Peters' mistakes had been remedied. He said that someone had gone mad, that his soul was in disarray, that there was no way to recover, and then that Peters didn't have to be eaten by a snake - there was a big snake next to his chair. He said - he said he was going to take me and feed the snakes. Then he cast the Krumble Charm on Peters—and then my scar started to hurt," Harry said, "and it hurt so badly that it woke me up." “

Dumbledore barely looked at him. "Well, that's it. Harry said.

"I see. Dumbledore said quietly, "Let me think." So when this year did your scar hurt again, except that time it hurt all night?"

"No, no, I-how did you know it hurt all night?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Sirius isn't alone in communicating with you, Harry. Dumbledore said. "I've been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year. ”

Dumbledore stood up and paced around the table, occasionally adding his thoughts to the meditation basin, and the silvery thoughts were spinning faster and faster in the basin, and Harry couldn't see what was on it, only a blur.

"Professor?" he whispered after a few minutes. Dan Bodo stopped and looked at Harry.

"I'm sorry. He said and sat down and sat down at his desk.

"You- do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously, and after a while, he said, "I have an idea, I don't know if it's ...... I think your scar hurts whenever Voldemort is close to you, or when he feels a strong hatred. ”

"But...... Why?" "Maybe there's some kind of connection between the two of you because of that spell that failed. Dumbledore said, "It's not your average scar. ”

"So what do you think...... That dream...... Did it really happen?"

"Possibly. Dumbledore said, "All I can say is maybe." Harry - Did you see Voldemort at the time?"

"No," said Harry, "just the back of his chair. But—you can't see him even from the front, can you? I mean, he doesn't have a body yet...... But how did he hold his wand?" said Harry slowly.

"How?" muttered Dumbledore. "How...... for a while, neither Dumbledore nor Harry spoke.

Dumbledore pondered, adding his thoughts to the meditation basin from time to time.

"Professor," Harry said at last, "do you think he's becoming stronger than he used to be?"

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore stared at Harry.

This peculiar keen eye, it always made Harry feel like he was being seen through, something that not even Moody's magic eye could do.

"Harry, I'm just skeptical. ”

"During the years that Voldemort was secretly gathering strength," he said, "many people were missing. In the last place where Voldemort was seen, Percy Zoggins vanished into thin air. The same goes for Mr. Crouch...... He escaped and went insane. There is also a third disappearance, which the Ministry of Magic unfortunately did not take seriously, as it involved a Muggle. His name was Frank Blais, and he lived in a village where Voldemort's father grew up. He has been missing since August last year. You know, unlike most of my friends at the Ministry of Magic, I read Muggle newspapers. ”

Dumbledore looked at Harry very seriously and said, "I linked these disappearances together. But the minister disagrees - you have heard it outside the door.

Harry nodded, and silence fell between them again. Dumbledore also searched for ideas from time to time. Harry felt that he should go, but Van Lin had no intention of leaving, and he stayed behind driven by curiosity.

"Professor?" he said again.

"What's the matter, Harry?" said Dumbledore.

"Uh...... Can I ask you about ...... I was in Bansifori just now...... Did you see anything about that court?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said heavily, "I've participated in it many times, but I know some of them better...... Especially now ......"

"You know — do you know about that interrogation? You found me there. The scene about Crouch's son? uh...... Are they talking about Neville's parents? Vanlin told me that Frank Longbottom was Neville's father, and Mrs. Longbottom, both of whom were Aurors......."

Dumbledore gave Harry a sharp look. "Neville never told you why he was raised by his grandmother?" he said.

Harry shook his head.

"Yes, Van Lin is right," Dumbledore turned his head to look at Van Lin, as if reproaching, but he quickly continued to answer for Harry, "They are talking about Neville's parents," Dumbledore said, "His father, Frank, was an Auror like Moody. Those people suffered a lot to find out where Voldemort had gone after his downfall. You hear it too. ”

"So they're dead?" Harry asked softly.

"Nope. Dumbledore's voice was filled with bitterness that Harry had never seen before, "They're crazy, both of them are being treated for 'magical illnesses and traumas' in St. Mungo's hospital, and I think Neville visited them with his grandmother during the holidays." They don't recognize him anymore. ”

Harry sat there, stunned, he never knew ...... Never, four years, try to figure out......

"The Longbottom family was very welcome. Dumbledore said, "The attack on them took place after the fall of Lord Voldemort, when everyone thought it was settled. That incident provoked an unprecedented wave of anger. The cabinet is under a lot of pressure to bring the criminals to justice. Unfortunately, none of the Longbottoms' testimonies—think of that situation—are reliable. ”

"And Mr. Crouch's son shouldn't be involved," said Harry.

Dumbledore shook his head. "As for that, I don't know. Harry was silent as he watched the contents of the meditation basin spin around.

There were two questions that he had to ask...... It's about the sins of the living......

"Uh," he said, "Professor Dumbledore......"

"That'...... After that, there were no more people who were controlled to participate in dark activities. Dumbledore said calmly.

"All right," Harry said hurriedly, staring at the contents of the meditation basin in a daze, it was already spinning slower and slower, because Dumbledore was no longer thinking about Riga.

"And ...... Uh......" But the meditation basin seemed to help him ask the question, and Snappy's face resurfaced.

Dumbledore glanced down, then looked up at Harry. Neither did Professor Snape. He said.

Harry looked deeply into Dan Bethdo's shining blue eyes, and the question he really wanted to ask rushed out, "What makes you believe that he no longer serves Voldemort, Professor?"

Dumbledore and Harry looked at each other for a few seconds, then said, "Harry, that's between Professor Snape and me. ”

"I'm sorry, but I can't help ......it," Harry said apologetically, feeling so rude.

In the meditation basin before, Fan Lin had explained it to him well, but he still couldn't help but ask.

Snape and Lord Voldemort......

It was like a spike, and Harry couldn't get it out of his throat.

He's seen ...... That mark......

Although he only vaguely saw a little, at the wrist, on Karkarov's hand......

Karkaroff was a Death Eater, and no wonder he always went to Professor Snape, which Harry couldn't help but think about.

Everyone knows, at least a few of them know in their hearts, Voldemort has returned, although they don't know what form it is, but there is no doubt that Voldemort has returned.

He did what happened in the Quidditch World Cup, and those vampires, if it weren't for Van Lin, would probably have been captured themselves.

There was also the later Three Witches Fighting Competition, and I obviously didn't sign up, but ......

Who the hell got in and threw his name into the Goblet of Fire?

Karkaroff guarded himself for theft, and then, then, and now he took refuge in Voldemort?

So, Professor Snape......

Harry felt like he was going around and around and back again, he couldn't look at Snape objectively, and if someone sneered at you every time they met, he would be angry.

Harry felt that he couldn't think about it anymore, he couldn't get Snape out of his image, he should calm down.

Yes, Harry knew the interview was over.

Dumbledore didn't seem angry, but the epilogue was already suggesting that it was time for Harry to go. Harry stood up, Dumbledore stood up, and Verlin.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I want to ......"

"Harry, I think you can go back first, I think I have some things to talk about with Mr. Verin Ayr. Dumbledore said.

Van Lin naturally knew that neither Dumbledore nor what he said was something Harry should have touched.

"I'll send you out, Harry. "I think I'll be back in the Gryffindor common room for a while, maybe you can go to Ron first, I think Ron would be happy to have a nice spell practice with you." ”

Harry nodded, spell practice had become a must-have for him, every day, a bit boring, but the third task......

Harry didn't want to die too miserably, and he didn't want to be in the company of myrtles.

"Harry," Dumbledore said as Harry walked to the door, "please don't tell anyone about Neville's parents. He has the right to wait until he is mentally prepared to tell others. ”

"Yes, Professor. Harry said as he turned to leave. "And—" Harry turned his head.

Dumbledore was standing behind his desk, his face illuminated by the silver light, looking older than ever.

He stared at Harry for a moment, then said, "I wish you all the best on your third mission, and good luck." ”