Back at Hogwarts Castle, Scott didn't care about the rest.

He hadn't slept all night, and he needed to catch up on sleep.

He handed the Atlas Gem directly into Dumbledore's hands and returned to the Ravenclaw common room himself.

At this time, it was still dark, and everyone had not yet gotten up.

Scott went back to his bedroom lightly, undressed and went to bed.

It didn't take long for him to hear someone calling him in his daze.

"Scott."

"Scott!"

"Get up!"

"I'm going to be late for class!"

"I can't afford it." Scott mumbled, "I'm not in class today. ”

"What were you going to do last night?"

Scott didn't answer, turned around and fell asleep again.

By the time he actually woke up, it was noon.

He sat up from the bed and shook his somewhat heavy head.

Thinking of what he had to do today, he quickly got up, ran to the bathroom to take a shower, and then changed his clothes.

After leaving the common room, he bumped into Luna on the spiral staircase of the tower.

Luna was going upstairs at this time.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Luna tilted her head.

"I didn't see you at today's table."

"I couldn't sleep last night." Scott looked up at his watch, "Is lunchtime over?" ”

Luna nodded, "You can go straight to the kitchen." ”

"Oh, I don't have time for lunch, so let's go to the principal's office and have some snacks."

Scott waved his hand and walked down past Luna.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Luna looked back.

"It's an end and a beginning."

"Huh?"

Scott, who had already walked several steps down, looked up at Luna.

Luna just smiled and waved her hand, turned and walked up.

Scott groaned for a moment and continued downstairs.

Circling around the castle, he entered through the entrance on the third floor in front of the wooden door to the headmaster's office.

Glancing at the griffon statue beside him, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Tuk, tuk.

The door opened.

Scott walked into the office and found that there were already three people in the office at this time.

Dumbledore, Sirius, Harry.

Harry was slumped on the couch with a helpless expression, while Dumbledore sat across from him with a teacup.

Sirius was the only one walking around, his face full of anxiety.

"Good afternoon."

Scott said hello.

"Good afternoon."

Harry and Sirius replied in unison.

Scott could hear that there was something unusual in both of their tones.

Sirius's tone was inconspicuously anxious, but Harry's tone was one of frustration.

"Oh, good afternoon, Scott."

Dumbledore still looked happy, showing no negative emotions at all.

"I didn't eat breakfast, and I haven't had time to eat lunch yet, Professor."

Scott said, walking over to Harry and sitting down.

Dumbledore suggested with interest, "Oh that's okay, you can fill your stomach here too, would you like to try my treasured cockroach pile?" ”

"No need." Scott refused, "Please give me something more like food." ”

"Well, I remember you don't like sweets."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The coffee table in front of Scott jingled, and several plates of various styles of snacks and cups of tea appeared one after another.

"Thank you."

Feeling hungry, Scott reached for a sandwich and nibbled on it.

At that moment, he noticed that Harry and Sirius were watching him, and he turned to look at them as well.

"You want to eat too?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, and replied with a reluctant smile, "Thank you, I just ate and I'm not hungry." ”

"It didn't go well, it didn't go well."

Sirius, still with anxiety on his face, paced back and forth, speaking loudly.

"Maybe your plan won't work."

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth.

"I suggest that if it doesn't work out, just throw them all in."

"Sirius, we can't do that!" Harry exclaimed, "That would implicate innocent people!" ”

Sirius was unimpressed, "Come on, none of those people are innocent. ”

"I know." Harry insisted, "But not everyone's crimes deserve the death penalty. ”

Dumbledore began, "They must be tried by the Wizengamot for such a sentence to have legal effect." ”

Sirius frowned tightly, "But is this the reason why the plan failed?" Not next time! ”

"I'm sorry, it's all my problem."

Harry scratched his head in annoyance, then looked at Dumbledore with a determined look in his eyes.

"Let's keep trying, Professor."

Sirius on the side stopped talking and didn't speak again.

While Scott was eating, he watched the three of them talk, not participating in the discussion.

Because there is nothing to say, if it were him who was in charge, he would have already thrown the Alien Space Gem into the secret realm.

But since it's not him who calls the shots, he doesn't care.

lest anyone say that he carelessly disregarded human life and harmed the innocent.

Thinking of this, Scott looked at the Philosopher's Stone placed on Dumbledore's desk and sensed the inside of the Otherworld.

At this point, some of the Death Eaters seem to have collapsed, going mad and destroying everything around them, before being struck down by Voldemort.

But there are also some who remain calm.

Led by Voldemort, they attacked the walls of space in a mode of rest in shifts.

Voldemort, who should have been the craziest, was still maintaining a considerable degree of calm at the moment, which surprised Scott.

Retracting his senses, he looked curiously at Dumbledore and Harry.

By this time, Dumbledore had already put down his teacup and taken out his Elder Wand.

"Concentrate your full attention, Harry."

He slowly raised his hand.

"Keep your consciousness awake at all times."

"Show me, direct my magic, and find the fragment of Voldemort's soul."

"Yes."

Harry took off his glasses.

"Attention ......"

Dumbledore waved his wand in a very obvious way.

"Dementorship."

Harry's eyes widened.

At first he became dazed, as if he were sleepwalking, but soon a struggle appeared on his face, as if he was forcibly enduring the torture.

Dumbledore stopped casting spells and lowered his wand.

"Oh, Harry, relax, your Occlumency is on again."

"I'm sorry, Professor!"

Harry quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold back!"

"Needless to say, I'm sorry."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, it's an instinct to protect yourself, and you can't control it yourself."

"Yes......"

Harry looked down in frustration.

"Harry, your Occlumency has formed a conditioned reflex." Sirius complimented Harry.

Of course, he didn't forget to praise himself, "This shows that I taught well!" ”

"Thank you." Harry smiled a little forcedly.

Scott continued to remain silent, thinking only inwardly.

Harry had no idea of the true connection between him and Voldemort in the past, and Dumbledore didn't tell him.

Scott also made up a false story in front of these two men about the connection caused by the prophecy.

But now......

It seems that Dumbledore has already told Harry everything.

Thinking of this, Scott glanced at Harry again.

Harry became a little agitated at this point, and he raised his hand to touch the lightning scar on his forehead, his teeth clenching his lower lip.

Scott didn't bother him, and instead asked Dumbledore, "Excuse me, what was the principle just now, Professor." ”

Using the Dementor to telekinesis, the message was passed through Harry to the Soul Fragments, which in turn passed on to Voldemort?

"Is this possible?"

"There is hope." Dumbledore said, "It's just that it's an extremely delicate job, and Harry has to make sure that the Occlumency is not turned on so that I can do it unaffected." ”

Scott turned to look at Harry.

Harry shrugged his shoulders at him.

Scott said, "Why don't you give him a bottle of water of life and death and let him sleep directly before he does it." ”

Harry's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Good idea." Sirius directly agreed.

Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What do you think, Harry?" ”

"Curcuma ......"

Harry stopped talking.

"Okay."

He reluctantly agreed.

"Give."

Scott pulled out a bottle of water from the shape-shifting lizard pouch around his waist and handed it to Harry.

"Drink."

"Uh......"

Harry took the potions vial and gave him a complicated look.

"Why do I think you're prepared?"

"How is that possible?"

Scott picked up his teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

"I'm just used to carrying around some of my usual potions."

Harry was skeptical.

"The water of life and death is also a common potion?"

"Of course." Scott affirmed, "If you have occasional insomnia, use it to sleep well, and the effect couldn't be better." ”

"But ......"

Harry still looked at him suspiciously.

Scott pursed his lips, "Less wordy, drink quickly." ”

Harry took a deep breath, as if to muster up courage, and then uncorked the bottle and threw his head back into his mouth as he poured the potion into his mouth in an almost instantaneous motion.

Scott looked at him with interest.

Harry's expression was a little upset, but he couldn't say anything more.

His eyelids grew heavier, the bottle in his hand fell off the carpet, and he fell asleep with his head tilted.

Sirius gave Harry a blow to the shoulder, allowing him to lean back on the couch.

With a flick of his wand in Dumbledore's hand, the back of the couch began to move downward, and Harry's sitting position became half-reclining.

"Dementorship."

Dumbledore waved his wand again with a loud wave.

Then, too, he sat back on the couch and closed his eyes.

A long time passed.

Dumbledore never opened his eyes, but a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Scott perceived.

He always felt that Dumbledore should have used more than just a dementor.

It's a spell that changes on the basis of a dementor, and it smells like it involves the soul.

The spell was unexpectedly long, and both Scott and Sirius watched in equal silence.

The difference is that Sirius is worried, while Scott is calm.

While Dumbledore was casting spells, Scott was also sensing Voldemort's reaction in another dimension.

Voldemort didn't attack the spatial wall at the moment.

He was standing aside, like an overseer, directing the non-stop assault of his Death Eaters.

So far, he has not shown any signs of abnormality, as if he has not received a "signal" from a soul fragment.

Scott was wondering whether to tell Dumbledore about this when he saw the expression on Voldemort's face change.

First stunned, then angry, then joyful, and finally calm.

Scott glanced at Dumbledore, who had finally finished casting.

"Did it work?" Sirius couldn't wait to ask.

"It worked, Professor." Scott said, "I sensed Voldemort's reaction. ”

"Great!"

Sirius punches out of thin air.

"That's good."

Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief.

"If this fails, there's no point in trying again."

He looked at Harry, who was still asleep.

"Harry has been crying bitterly to achieve his goal."

Scott and Sirius also looked at Harry.

Although Harry was in a deep sleep at the moment, he was not sleeping peacefully, but kept frowning tightly.

"That's good, Harry."

Sirius, like a real father, reached out and stroked Harry's hair.

Scott stood up and said to Dumbledore, "Professor, let's go over now." ”

Dumbledore nodded, and stood up.

He asked Scott to put away the Alien Gem.

"Fawkes."

Then, he raised his arm and let Phoenix Fawkes fly over and land.

"It's a bit far away, let Fox take us there."

Scott was surprised, "It knows where in the 'Niflheim' secret realm?" ”

Dumbledore smiled and said, "This is the special ability of the Phoenix, you just need to tell it the coordinates and it will take us there." ”

Fawkes let out a pleasant chirp in response.

"Then please, Fawkes."

Scott said the coordinates as he reached out and grabbed one of its tail feathers.

"Well, Sirius, you're here to take care of Harry, and we'll be back soon."

Dumbledore said a word to Sirius, and Fawkes began to cross space with the two of them.

Soon, they appeared in the cold Arctic Circle, floating above the sea in the bitter sea breeze.

Scott loosens Fawkes's tail feathers and temporarily levitates with his cloak.

"Sirein."

He threw a tiny swordfish in one hand and pulled out his wand in the other.

"Grow faster!"

"Armor protection!"

The armor protects itself to form a spherical barrier of magic, enveloping Scott and Dumbledore, as well as Fawkes.

Immediately afterward, Sirein, whose body had become huge, rode the sea water and jumped high.

The seawater automatically wraps around the magic barrier, forming an even larger sphere.

The giant balloon falls to the surface of the sea and merges into the sea.

Beneath the surface of the sea, Phoenix Fawkes chirped a few times uneasily.

"Oh, Fawkes."

Dumbledore reached out and touched the feathers on its back.

"You may be the only phoenix in the world that has ever gone to the bottom of the sea."

His comfort seemed to work, and Fox became quiet again.

As he dived deeper and darker, Fawkes's feathers became brighter and brighter.

Soon, Scott saw the wreck again.

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