Chapter 1063 (1/2)
”Because you are with us...” ”Oh, of course, it's mainly Dumbledore, but Harry, Dudley's end He didn't do anything to you. ”
”Oh, of course.” Harry nodded. ”In fact, he's scared to death of me now.”
”You're scared to death?” Fanlin was amused to think of Dudley's big face trembling.
”But what are you, I mean Dumbledore didn't tell me...”
”We're here to pick you up. Of course, there's something else to do.” Van Lin said, ”you'll know when you get there.”
This makes Harry a little unconvinced. In his opinion, picking him up is the way?
Of course, if Dumbledore is still in his dying state, Harry didn't even have the concept of Horcrux.
But a few people talk, unknowingly came to the end of Privet Drive.
”Oh, by the way,” Dumbledore seemed to have just remembered something. ”You haven't passed your phantom development test, haven't you?” He said.
”Ah, yes,” said Harry. ”I think I have to be 17, right?”
”Yes,” said Dumbledore. ”So, you need to hold on to my arm, my left arm, if you don't mind.”
Harry grabbed Dumbledore's outstretched forearm.
”Good,” said Dumbledore. ”Well, let's go.”
Harry felt Dumbledore's hand breaking away from him, and he squeezed it again: then it was dark; something was pressing against him violently from all directions; he felt unable to breathe, as if bound to his chest by an iron band; his eyes were about to be squeezed into his head; his eardrum was pressed deep into his head, and then - he sucked deeply After a breath of cold night air, I opened my eyes full of tears. He felt as if he had just passed through an airtight rubber tube.
It was several seconds before he realized that Privet Drive was gone. Now he and Dumbledore and van Lin are standing in a deserted country square, in the middle of which stands an old war monument and some benches.
Harry's mind caught up with the feeling, and he realized that he had just made the first phantom in his life.
”Are you all right?” Dumbledore looked at him eagerly and asked, ”this feeling really needs to get used to.”
”I'm fine,” Harry rubbed his ears, which seemed reluctant to leave Privet Drive. ”But I think I prefer flying brooms.”
”Oh, yes, but the phantom is more convenient.” Van Lin said, ”although it's not a good taste, but turn it into instinct, let the body remember...”
”Let the body remember, oh, I don't think I'd like to do that.”
”Of course, I'll help you. This semester begins...” Van Lin said without caring.
Dumbledore laughed. He tightened his traveling cloak around his neck and said, ”this way.”
He walked briskly past an empty tavern and several houses, and it was midnight, according to the clock on a nearby church.
”Then tell me, Harry,” said Dumbledore. ”Your scar Have you ever had any pain? ”
Harry subconsciously raised his hand and touched the lightning shaped mark on his forehead.
”No pain,” he said. ”I've always been surprised. Now that Voldemort is strong again, I thought my scar would continue to ache He took a furtive look at Dumbledore and found a satisfied expression on his face.
”I don't think so,” said Dumbledore. ”Voldemort finally realized how dangerous it was for you to invade his thoughts and feelings. It looks like he's blocking you. ”
”Oh, that's nothing to complain about,” said Harry, who did not want to remember the disturbing dreams or the frightened moment that entered Voldemort's mind. They turned a corner and passed a telephone booth and a bus stop. Harry looked at Dumbledore again. ”Professor?”
”Harry?”
”Er - where are we going?”
”Harry, this is the charming village of Badley babelton.”
”What are we doing here?”
”Ah, yes, of course, I haven't told you yet,” said Dumbledore. ”Well, I can't count how many times I've said in the past few years, but once again we're facing a shortage of teachers. We are here to persuade an old colleague of mine to come back to Hogwarts
”How can I help, professor?”
”Oh, I think you'll find your role,” Dumbledore said vaguely. ”Let's go.”
They walked up a steep, narrow path with neat houses on both sides. All the windows are black. The strange chill of two weeks on Privet Drive continued here.
This reminds Harry of Dementors. He looks back and clenches the wand in his pocket.”Professor, why don't we just phantom your old colleague's home?”
”Because it's as rude as kicking someone's door,” Dumbledore said. ”Etiquette requires us to offer our Wizard friends an opportunity to deny us access. In any case, most of the wizard's houses are protected by magic to deal with the uninvited visitors of the phantasm. For example, Hogwarts -- ”
” - can't be visualized in Hogwarts buildings and venues, ”Harry said immediately.
”Oh, yes, in fact, there is no problem. I believe that van Lin has a deep understanding.” Dumbledore said, ”but now, let's turn right first.”
The church behind them rang midnight. Harry wondered why Dumbledore didn't find it rude to visit his old colleague so late, but now that he had started the conversation, he had more pressing questions to ask.
”Professor, I read in the prophet's Daily that fudge was dismissed...”