Chapter 685 (1/2)
Who escaped?
It's a big problem for Harry. Barty crouch, Jr., is dead in prison, but Fanling said that it's impossible for a living person to escape the Dementors.
Without Animagus, even Azkaban couldn't even get out. Maybe this is just a guess.
Harry felt that the scene was getting farther and farther away, and soon the world was back to darkness.
It seems that this memory has come to an end, and all the important trial days of wessengamo have passed.
Vanillin wanted to see how Lucius Malfoy got away, but Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to watch.
”I think, Harry, it's time to go back to the office.” A voice sounded in Harry's ear.
Harry was startled. He looked around.
Fanlin nodded at the visitor and then withdrew from the meditation basin.
Harry was worried. He looked to the right. There was Albus Dumbledore sitting on his right, watching Crouch's son being dragged out by dement - and there was Albus Dumbledore on his left, looking at him.
”Let's go.” On the left, Mr. Dumbledore reached into Harry's arm. Harry felt himself rising into the air, and the dungeon had disappeared. In the dark, he felt himself slowly turning somersault. Suddenly, his foot fell to the ground and found himself standing in Dumbledore's sunny office room, and the stone basin in the cupboard flickered in front of him.
Albus Dumbledore stood by his side, as well as Vaseline, who was by his side.
”Professor,” Harry gasped, ”I know I shouldn't - I didn't mean to - that the door of the cupboard opened a little bit, and --”
Harry looked at Vaseline, and then looked away. If Dumbledore scolded him, Harry would be happy to fight for him, but
”I fully understand.” Said Dumbledore.
He took the basin to his desk and sat down. He motioned Harry and van Lin to sit opposite.
The two sat down, and Harry was still staring at the basin. The contents of the basin were restored to their original state, a silvery white substance, which whirled with his wheezing, playing a microwave.
”I believe that Vaseline has explained something to you. It's called a meditation basin,” Dumbledore said faintly. ”I sometimes find - you should know that feeling - that my mind is full of thoughts and memories.”
”Er...” To be honest, Harry didn't feel that way.
”Many times,” said Dumbledore, pointing to the stone basin, ”I use the meditation basin, which can draw a person's mind, pour it into the basin, and then look at it in my spare time. When it's in this form, it's easier to find patterns and connections. ”
”You mean What are your thoughts? That is, memory? ” Harry was staring at the rotating substance in the basin.
”Of course.” Dumbledore said, ”I'll show you.” Dumbledore took his wand out of his arms and put one end near his temple. Then he took the wand away, and his hair seemed to stick to it - but it was actually a sliver of silvery material in a meditation basin. Dumbledore put the new idea in the basin, and Harry was surprised to find his own face floating on the surface.
Dumbledore put his hands on both ends of the basin and stirred it, just as a gold digger stirred the sand in search of gold Harry saw his face changed to Snape's, and he spoke to the ceiling with his mouth wide open, and his voice echoed softly.
”It's back Kakarov, too He's stronger than ever... ”
”I should have discovered that connection.” Dumbledore sighed, ”but it doesn't matter.” He looked over his 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 quickly removed it, which, you know, is not a legal object. There's no doubt that I didn't close the door of the cupboard, which naturally caught your attention. ”
” I'm sorry. ” Said Harry in a low voice.
Dumbledore shook his head. ”Curiosity is not wrong, but we should be alert to our curiosity...”
Neither Fanlin nor Harry spoke. In fact, the meaning of Dumbledore's words to van Lin and Harry was completely different.
It's like, Fanlin can't get too involved in Dumbledore's guidance of Harry.
Dumbledore frowned slightly and touched the substance again with the tip of his stick. All of a sudden, a man came up from inside. She was about sixteen years old, full of body and full of melancholy. She began to spin slowly, her feet still in the basin.
She didn't notice Harry or Professor Dumbledore at all, and her voice echoed, like rising from the bottom of a basin: ”he said a spell to me, Dumbledore. I'm just joking with him, sir. I just said I saw him kissing Flores in the back of the greenhouse last week...”
”But why, Percy,” Dumbledore said sadly, and now the girl is silent and spinning. ”Why did you go with him first?””Percy?” Harry said, ”that - it's Percy. Zokins? ”
”Yes,” Dumbledore touched the bottom of the basin again. Percy went down, and the substance became silver and no longer transparent.
”This is Percy in my memory when she was still at school.”
The silver light from the meditation basin lit up Dumbledore's face. Harry suddenly realized how old he looked. Of course he knew that Dumbledore had been getting old a long time ago, but he never really realized that Dumbledore was an old man.
Van Lin also quietly looked at Dumbledore, had to admit that Dumbledore has a very kind image of the elderly, but, a very intuitive question, how long can 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 tower just now - er - I fell asleep.”
Harry hesitated for a moment, his heart in a state of uneasiness, waiting to be scolded, but Dumbledore only said, ”what's the matter, go on.”
”I had a dream,” said Harry, ”a dream about Voldemort. He's torturing a Vampire The vampire called Peters - ”
” I see, ”Dumbledore said quickly. ”Please continue.”
”Voldemort received a letter. He said Peters's mistake had been made up. He said someone was crazy, his soul was in a mess, he couldn't recover, and then he said Peters didn't have to be eaten by a snake - there was a big snake by his chair. He said - he said he would feed me to the snake. Then he put the crublets spell on Peters - and then my scar started to hurt, ”said Harry.” it hurt so much that it woke me up. ”
Dumbledore hardly ever saw him. ”Well, that's it.” Said Harry.
”I see.” Dumbledore said quietly, ”let me see. So when did your scar hurt this year, except that it hurt the whole night? ”
”No, no, I - how do you know it hurts all night?” Harry asked in surprise.
”Sirius doesn't communicate with you alone, Harry.” Said Dumbledore. ”I have been in touch with him since he left Hogwarts last year.”
Dumbledore stood up and paced back and forth behind the table, adding his thoughts to the meditation basin from time to time. The silvery thoughts were spinning faster and faster in the basin. Harry could not see what was on it, only a blur.
”Professor?” After a few minutes, he said softly. Dumbledore stopped and looked at Harry.
”I'm sorry.” He said, sit down, sit on his desk.
”You - do you know why my scar hurts?”
Dumbledore looked at Harry seriously. After a while, he said, ”I have an idea. I don't know if I think every time Voldemort is close to you, or he feels a strong hatred, your scar will hurt
”But Why? ” ”Maybe there's a connection between the two of you because of that failed spell.” Dumbledore said, ”it's not a normal scar.”
”So you think That dream Did it really happen? ”
”Maybe.” Dumbledore said, ”I can only say - maybe. Harry - did you see Voldemort then? ”
”No,” said Harry, ”just the back of his chair. But - even on the front, you can't see him, can you? I mean, he doesn't have a body yet But how did he hold the wand? ” Said Harry slowly.