Looking at the cheers of the hanging statue, Fan Lin couldn't help but be a little frightened.

Hogwarts' recognition of Dumbledore has reached a level that no one can match, and all this is a heavy blow to Fudge.

It wasn't known if Umbridge had been rescued from the Centaur tribe by Fudge, but it didn't seem necessary to keep her there now.

"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly, then bowed to the headmasters.

At least for Dumbledore, returning to Hogwarts was not a difficult task, but for many people, Dumbledore's return to Hogwarts was undoubtedly the most powerful reassuring agent.

In fact, Dumbledore didn't look at them at first, but walked over to the elevated shelf by the door, pulled Fawkes's small, ugly, featherless body out of the inner pocket of his gown and gently placed it on the ashes next to the shelf where Fawkes had parked it.

"Well, let's start with you, Harry. Dumbledore finally left the little phoenix, "You'll be glad that none of your companions have been consistently harmed from last night's incident." ”

Harry tried to say "yes" but didn't make a sound, it seemed to him that Dumbledore was reminding him that the recklessness of his actions had led the members of the Order of the Phoenix to war, he saw Sirius's scars bombarded by the spell, and even though Dumbledore was looking directly at him, despite his gentle expression and no hint of accusation, Harry couldn't bear to make eye contact with him.

He was the one who put all the members in danger, but thankfully, Voldemort didn't go on a killing spree before Dumbledore arrived, but instead targeted the prophecy orb in his hand.

However, this was not something easy for Harry to accept.

He was like a monkey, being played around by Voldemort, and even being invaded into consciousness, and at one point wanted to kill the two people in front of him.

His Occlumency......

"Madam Pomfrey will fix everyone," Dumbledore said slowly, "Nadara Tank may need to spend some time in St. Mongo's Hospital, but it looks like she'll be back to normal." ”

Harry nodded contentedly at the carpet, which looked much clearer as the sky outside grew brighter. He was sure that all the wizards in the room listened carefully to every word Dumbledore said, wondering where Dumbledore and Harry had gone, and why anyone had been hurt.

"I understand your feelings, Harry", Dumbledore said calmly.

"No, you don't understand," Harry snapped up, a fire erupting in his heart, and Dumbledore didn't understand his feelings at all.

"You know, Dumbledore?" Phoenix whispered, "don't try to get to know the students, they hate this. They prefer even tragic misunderstandings, wallowing in self-pity and smothering themselves in their hearts. ”

"That's enough, Phoenix!" Dumbledore said. Harry turned his back to Dumbledore and looked out the window. He could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance.

It was his favorite place, but now it seems that it was a bit bad, he didn't know anything, and then was inexplicably arranged to let his partner risk it for him, and even be played like a monkey.

Anger and guilt haunted Harry's heart, different from the excitement of being rescued.

Thinking about it now, Harry was a little confused by the many doubts.

Why was he kidnapped, and then all the people showed up in that place.

Is it because of your own stupidity?

Van Lin said that it was a trap, but obviously, as a trap, a trap that almost perished was obviously not qualified.

Voldemort came so fast that they almost died there.

Van Lin didn't speak, and in fact, he didn't know how to explain it to Harry.

Tell Harry that you were being used by us, but it was more than they expected, and the speed with which Voldemort moved caught them off guard?

Obviously, whatever the explanation, it was not something acceptable to Harry, especially Harry's current state.

Being teased by Voldemort, resulting in injuries to members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Wherever Voldemort appears, someone is bound to have some accidents, and it is a blessing that there is no death.

"Don't feel guilty, Harry, in fact, it's mine, ......of course," Dundon said, "this feeling is the biggest difference between you and Voldemort, and it will be your strength, Harry." ”

Harry felt the flames in his chest sweep through it, burning in the emptiness of fear, filling him with the desire to hurt Dundoll who seemed to be calmly speaking empty words. "My greatest strength?"

He looked at the Quidditch pitch but turned a blind eye, his voice trembling, "You don't understand...... You don't know ......"

"I don't know what?" Deng Duoer asked calmly.

"Too much," Harry turned, shivering with rage. "I don't want to talk about my feelings right now, okay?"

"Harry, go through these promises that you become a man! this pain is ...... being part of being human."

"Well, I don't want to be human!", Harry roared, grabbing the silver instrument next to him and throwing it out, the instrument hit the wall and fell to the ground in pieces, and some of the portraits cried out in anger, Almodo...... Deppert's portrait says, "Really!"

"I don't care!", Harry yelled at them, grabbing one and throwing it into the fire, "I've had enough, I've seen enough, I want to get out, I want it all to be over, I just want everything to be over, I don't care about him anymore......"

He grabbed the table with the silver instrument and threw it out, the table falling to the ground, its legs scattered in all directions.

"You do care," said Dundoer, not flinching, not doing anything to stop Harry from destroying his room, his expression still calm, even a little indifferent. "You care so much that you even want to die because of this pain. ”

"I'm not!" Harry screamed, so loud that he felt like his throat might be torn, and for a while he even wanted to rush at Dumbledore and attack him, shattering his calm face, hurting him, and causing a little panic in his heart.

What is this? Easily controlled, toyed with?

Even, at that time, he wanted to die?

This may have been brought to him by Voldemort's consciousness, but if it was completely false......

Dumbledore had been hiding from him, and he was nothing more than a ......

"Yes, you are", Dundo Bu'er was calmer, "you have now lost your mother, your father, and all the secret things you know about your father, of course you care!"

"You don't know how I feel!", Harry cried, "you're standing here, but you don't understand, why am I entangled with him? He almost killed me, killed everyone, why ......"

Harry didn't go on, for he found that no matter how he described it, the anger grew stronger.

But words were no longer enough, breaking things did not help, he wanted to run away, he never wanted to look back, he wanted to go to a place where he could no longer see the bright blue eyes that stared at him in front of him, and the hateful, calm old face. He turned and rushed to the door, grabbing the doorknob and struggling to twist it.

The door still couldn't be punched.

Harry turned to face Dumbledore.

"Let me out," he said, shaking from head to toe.

"Nope. Dumbledore said simply. They looked at each other for a while.

"Let me out," Harry said.

"No", Deng Duoer repeated.

"If you don't ...... If you keep me locked up here...... If you don't let me ......."

"Just continue to destroy my room. Dumbledore said, "I dare say I have too many." He walked over to his chair and sat down, then looked at Harry.

"Let me out," Harry said again, his tone cold and even as calm as Dumbledore's.

"We have to talk about Harry, how you are feeling right now......"

"You...... You think I want to...... Do you want me to give...... I don't care about what you want to say!" Harry growled, "I don't want to hear anything from you!"

"You will. Dumbledore said calmly, "Because you're not as angry with me as you should, and if you really want to attack me, like I know you almost did, I'll know it perfectly." ”

"What do you say......"

"Today's incident was entirely my own fault," Dumbledore said, "In fact, whether it's putting you in danger or whatever, I'm too confident that I can handle everything on my own, but apparently, there have been some uncontrollable accidents and this ......"

Harry was still standing by the door, his hands still on the handles, but he couldn't realize it anymore. He stared at Dumbledore, barely breathing, barely able to comprehend what he was hearing.

"You may be seated," Dumbledore said. "This is not an order, this is a request. ”

Harry hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked through the cluttered room and sat down in the chair facing Dumbledore.

"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dundoer, "a false account about the old man. Because I now find out that I should have done it earlier, when in fact I didn't, and I'm very sorry to you, this mistake is due to old age, you don't know how old people feel and think, but old people are guilty of forgetting that they were also young...... And I just forgot. ”

The sun was rising, and the peaks were bordered by a distinct orange border, while the sky above was getting less and brighter. The light shone on Dundoer, on his silver-white eyebrows and beard, on the deep wrinkles on his face.

"You should be recovering, if you don't mind......"

"I'm all right, Professor!" Van Lin said, sitting down in the chair across from Dumbledore with Harry.

"I suppose fifteen years ago," said Dundoer, "when I saw the scar on your forehead, I guess it was a bond between you and Voldemort." ”

"You've told me this before, Professor!" said Harry bluntly, he didn't mind being rude, he didn't mind anything anymore.

"Yes," Deng Doll apologized, "yes, but you see, you have to start with your scars." Obviously, when you return to the wizarding community, my guess turns out to be right, and your scars give you an early warning when Voldemort approaches you or when he gets emotional. ”

"I know," Harry said tiredly.

"It's your ability to detect Voldemort's presence, even if he's disguised and know what's going on when he's emotional. This became more and more evident when Voldemort retrieved his body and regained his magical powers. ”

Harry was tired of nodding, he knew that.

"Lately," said Dumbledore, "I've come to worry that Voldemort might have this connection with you, and it's clear that you've been in his mind so many times that you've been able to notice that, and of course, I'm talking about the night you witnessed Mr. Weasley being attacked. ”

"Well, Snape told me," Harry whispered.

"Professor Snape, Harry," Dumbledore corrected him, "have you ever wondered why I haven't explained this to you until now, why don't I teach you Occlumency myself, why haven't I seen you for months?"

Harry looked over and he could tell that Dumbledore was now sad and tired.

"Yes," Harry whispered, "I thought about it. ”

"You know. Dumbledore continued, "I believe it won't be long before Voldemort will try to enter your heart, manipulate and mislead your mind, and I can't give him any more incentive to do so, I imagine that if he knew that the relationship between you and me was more than just the headmaster and the student, he would take the opportunity to probe me through you." I'm worried about the possibility of his use of you, the possibility that he might try to use it to control you, and I think one day or when we get too close Voldemort will control you and use your idea is right. I think I see his shadow in your eyes......"

Harry remembered the day when he met Dumbledore's eyes, and he felt the feeling of a sleeping snake rising from within, ready to attack.

"Voldemort's domination of your target, as he demonstrated tonight, will not bring me destruction, but it will bring you destruction. He hopes, simply controlling you for a while, that I'll sacrifice you to try to eliminate him, so you see, I'm trying to protect you by keeping my distance from you, Harry, an old man's mistake......"

He sighed deeply. Harry let the words flow, he would have been intrigued if he had heard them a month ago, but now the rift in his heart caused by the panic and uncontrollable changes caused by Voldemort's invasion made the explanation seem unimportant......

"Sirius told me that the night you dreamed that Mr. Arthur Weasley was attacked and you felt Voldemort wake up from your heart, I immediately thought that my fears were correct, that Voldemort had realized that he could use you, and in order to prevent you from being manipulated by Voldemort, I arranged for Professor Snape's Mind Defense class. ”

He paused, and Harry watched the sun slowly flowing on Dundoll's delicate table, illuminating the silver inkwell and red quill. Harry knew that all the portraits around them were listening to Dundoll's explanation, and he could hear the occasional grinding sound of the gown, the gentle coughing.

"Professor Snape discovered," Dundoll continued, "that you had dreamed of the door of the Department of Mysteries. Of course, Voldemort had heard that prophecy since he regained his voice, so he knew the door, so you know it, even though you don't know what it means. ”

"Then you see what Lukewood, who worked for the Department of Mysteries before he was arrested, told Voldemort that we all know that the Ministry of Magic's prophecy orbs are so tightly protected that only those specifically referred to can pick them up from the shelves without having to endure frenzy, so that either Voldemort risks being exposed and enters the Ministry of Magic himself, or you take it for him. This makes it especially urgent that you have to learn Occlumency. ”

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