69novels Chapter 170 Farewell
Chapter 170 Farewell
Chapter 170 Farewell
Slytherin College finally got its wish and won the Quidditch Championship Cup for the school year, and the entire Slytherin lounge ushered in another lively night.About Balcomb, Ann had a private discussion with the other party. Although Balcomb said in the end that he would never give up, there was nothing Ann could do about it.After all, she can't force the other party not to like her.
Malfoy came back from the hospital, and he and Harry had a fight in the Moaning Myrtle toilet. Everyone talked a lot. Many people said that the two of them would fight sooner or later. It was expected. among things.
And Ann knew very well that Malfoy's return meant that something was about to happen, and she had to talk to someone one last time.
Dumbledore's office.
"That's the will?" An asked.
"Well, that's fine." Under the pair of half-moon glasses, he was calm, and his tone seemed to be discussing today's weather with Ann.
Ann nodded, "I will take the sword of Gryffindor away tonight?"
"Okay." Dumbledore got up and took out a rectangular wooden box from the hidden compartment behind a portrait, and handed it to Ann.An took it with both hands and put it in her schoolbag.
"Ah, by the way, last night's meeting minutes." Ann took out a stack of parchment from her schoolbag.
"No, it's useless to put me here."
After a pause, Ann bit her lower lip, and put the parchment into her schoolbag again.
For a while, the office fell into a strange silence.
Letting out a breath slowly, An picked up the iced lemon juice on the table and drank it in one go.
"It seems that there is nothing wrong, so I'll go first." An said, holding her schoolbag tightly, and stood up.
"Ann," said Dumbledore.
An Li stopped in her tracks and turned around, "Have you forgotten something important?"
"No, all the plans we have discussed are perfect." Dumbledore walked up to Ann with a smile, and patted Ann on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous. Ann, believe in yourself and Harry. And you Made that 'secret weapon', it saved a lot of people. I have to say, you gave the old man a big shock when you killed the horned beast that day. The whole wizarding world, I bet, you did it alone It's here."
"That's also because of the 'vacuum'."
"No, it's just a tool. How to use the tool depends on the person who uses the tool." Dumbledore said, "Ah, and, finally, I want to give you a small gift."
Dumbledore took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, about 20 milliliters in size, filled with a transparent liquid.With a cry, Fawkes flew from the sycamore tree to Dumbledore's shoulder and rubbed against it.
"Ah, yes." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Fawkes is also responsible. Here are the tears of the phoenix. Here you are."
Ann bit her lower lip tightly, raised her hand to take the crystal bottle, and then lowered her head to give Dumbledore a hug.
For the first time, Dumbledore silently patted Ann on the back like an elder comforting a junior.
One day at the end of April, Harry hurried from the common room to the eighth floor, tightly clutching a roll of parchment, which Dumbledore had entrusted to him, and he was both excited and happy at the moment.
He met no one along the way, except Peeves flying towards him, throwing chalk stubs at Harry as usual and dodging Harry's defensive spells with a giggle.After Peeves disappeared, there was silence in the hallway, and the curfew clock was an hour away, and most people had already returned to the common room.
At this moment, Harry heard a scream and a bump.He stopped and listened carefully.
"You—how—dare—ah—!"
The sound came from a nearby corridor, and Harry, wand gripped tightly, rushed across, turned another corner, and saw Professor Trelawney lying on the floor, head covered by one of her many shawls. , a few sherry bottles were strewn about, one broken.
"professor--"
Harry hurried forward to help her.Some of her shiny beads got tangled up in her glasses.She belched loudly, patted her hair, and was helped to her feet by Harry.
"What's the matter, Professor?"
"Good question!" she said sharply. "I was walking alone just now, thinking of some ominous omen I happened to glimpse..."
Harry didn't pay much attention to what she was saying.He had just noticed where they were standing: to the right a tapestry of dancing trolls, to the left a smooth and hard stone wall, behind which concealed—
"Professor, did you just want to enter the Room of Requirement?"
"...a sign from God—what did you say?"
Her gaze suddenly became a little evasive.
"The Room of Requirement," Harry repeated, "do you want to go in?"
"I—well—I didn't know the students knew—"
"Not everyone knows," said Harry, "but what happened? You screamed... sounded like you were hurt..."
"I - well," said Professor Trelawney, wrapping herself warily in her shawl, looking down at Harry with her multi-magnified eyes, "I would have liked to - ah - store some — er — personal items are in the Room of Requirement..." She muttered something about "vicious accusations."
"Oh," Harry said, glancing at the sherry bottles on the floor, "but you didn't manage to go in and hide them?"
He found it strange that the Room of Requirement had opened the door for him when he wanted to hide the Half-Blood Prince's textbooks.
"Oh, I can go in," said Professor Trelawney, staring at the wall, "but there are already people in there."
"Someone's in there—? Who?" Harry asked. "Who's in there?"
"I don't know," said Professor Trelawney, looking a little frightened by Harry's eager questioning. "I went into the house and heard someone's voice. Never encountered this house before."
"Someone's voice? Say something?"
"I don't know if it was something," said Professor Trelawney. "It was... shouting."
"Shouting?"
"Happy shouts," she said, nodding.
Harry stared at her.
"A man or a woman?"
"I guess it's a man," said Professor Trelawney.
"Sounds a little happy?"
"Very pleased," said Professor Trelawney contemptuously.
"It seems to be celebrating something?"
"affim."
"And then what—?"
"Then I yelled, 'Who's there?'"
"Can't you know who it is without asking?" Harry asked her, a little disappointed.
"The Celestial Eye," said Professor Trelawney pompously, tugging at her shawl and the many strings of shiny beads, "is not for attention to matters in the mundane realm of shouting."
"That's right," said Harry hastily, who had heard of Professor Trelawney's Third Eye too many times, "did the voice answer who it was?"
"No, no," she said, "it went dark, and the next thing I knew I was thrown out headfirst!"
"Didn't you see how this happened?" Harry couldn't help asking.
"I didn't see it, as I said, it was dark—" She broke off, staring at him suspiciously.
"I think you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore," said Harry, "that Malfoy should be celebrating—I mean, the one who threw you out of the house."
To his surprise, Professor Trelawney straightened up at the suggestion, looking very haughty.
"The headmaster hinted that it would be best for me not to visit him," she said dryly. "I will not beg for nothing to pester someone who disrespects me. If Dumbledore decides to ignore the card's warning—"
Her bony hands suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Time and time again, no matter how I swing—"
She dramatically pulls a card from under her layers of shawls.
"—towers struck by lightning," she murmured, "disaster, misfortune, nearer..."
"Yeah," said Harry again, "well... I still think you should tell Dumbledore about the voice, the darkness that followed, and your being thrown out of the Room of Requirement..."
"You think so?" Professor Trelawney seemed to consider it for a moment, but Harry could see that she liked to recount her little adventure.
"I'm going to see him," said Harry, "and I have an appointment with him that we can go together."
"Oh, all right then," said Professor Trelawney, smiling.She bent down, picked up her sherry bottle, and threw it casually into a large blue and white vase in a side alcove.
"I miss your time in class, Harry," she said affectionately as they walked together to Dumbledore's office, "you were never a good prophet...but you were an ideal one." object..."
Harry didn't answer, he had been reluctant to be the subject of Professor Trelawney's continuous predictions of doom.
"I'm worried," she went on, "that the old horse—sorry, the centaur—knows nothing about card divination. I asked him—a conversation between prophets—that he didn't feel That faint vibration? But he seems to think I'm funny. Yes, it's funny!"
Her voice rose hysterically, and even though the bottle was far behind her, Harry caught a sudden whiff of very strong sherry.
"That horse probably heard people say that I didn't inherit my great-great-grandmother's talents. Those rumors have been spread for years by jealous people. Harry, do you know what I say to these people? If I didn't tell Deng Bullido has proven my ability, and he will let me teach in this excellent school, will he trust me so much all these years?"
Harry grunted.
"I vividly remember Dumbledore's first interview with me," Professor Trelawney went on in a hoarse voice, "he was deeply impressed by me, of course, deeply impressed... I live It was the Hog's Head, a place I wouldn't recommend to anyone—there were bedbugs, my dear boy—but money was tight. Dumbledore was kind enough to pay me a visit at the hotel himself. He asked me... I must admit, At first I thought he didn't seem to have a thing for divination... I remember I started feeling a little weird that I didn't eat much that day...but then..."
Now Harry was really listening because he knew what had happened: Professor Trelawney had made the prophecy that changed his life, the prophecy about him and Voldemort.
"...but then we were rudely interrupted by Severus Snape!"
"what?"
"Well, there was a commotion outside the door, and then the door was knocked open, and the very vulgar bartender stood outside with Snape, and Snape was babbling about going up the wrong stairs, but I suspect he was eavesdropping Dumbledore got caught interviewing me - you see, he was looking for a job himself and no doubt wanted to gain some experience. Well, after that, you know, Dumbledore seemed quite willing to give me a A job, Harry, and I can't help thinking that it's because he appreciates my unassuming style and natural flair, in stark contrast to the self-righteous, aggressive young man who hides and eavesdrops through the keyhole—Harry, Honey?"
Only then did she realize that Harry was no longer with her, and she looked back. He was standing there, ten steps away from her.
"Harry?" she called again, suspiciously.
Maybe it was Harry's pale face that made her look so worried and frightened.Harry stood there motionless, wave after wave of shock hitting him, wave after wave, drowning out everything except that which he hadn't known before...
It was Snape who overheard the prophecy.It was Snape who told Voldemort the news of the prophecy.It was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who made Voldemort go after Lily, James and their son...
Now Harry didn't care about anything else.
"Harry?" Professor Trelawney called again. "Harry - I suppose we're going to see the Headmaster together?"
"You stay here," Harry said with numb lips.
"But honey...I also want to tell him how I got attacked in the Room of Requirement—"
"You stay here," Harry repeated angrily.
She looked a little panicked.Harry ran past her and turned into the corridor leading to Dumbledore's office, where the lone stone monster stood guard.Harry shouted the password at the monster, and rushed up the moving spiral staircase three steps at a time.Instead of knocking lightly on Dumbledore's door, he thumped on it.Harry had already burst through the door before the calm voice replied, "Come in."
Phoenix Fawkes turned and took a look, its bright black eyes gleaming.Dumbledore was standing at the window looking out over the campus, a long black traveling cloak draped over his arm.
"Well, Harry, I promised you could come with me."
Harry froze for a moment, the conversation with Professor Trelawney seemed to have made Harry forget everything, and his mind seemed to be dull.
"Go with...you...?"
"Of course, if you like."
"If I……"
It was then that Harry remembered why he had been so eager to come to Dumbledore's office in the first place.
"Did you find one? Did you find a Horcrux?"
"I think so."
Anger and hatred battled shock and excitement inside him.For a long moment Harry could hardly speak a word.
"It's only natural to be afraid," said Dumbledore.
"I'm not afraid!" Harry said immediately, and it was absolutely true, fear was something he didn't feel at all at the moment. "Which Horcrux? Where is it?"
"I'm not sure which one either - though I think the snake can be ruled out - but I believe it's hidden in a cave by the sea far away, a cave I've been trying to find for a long time. Tom Riddle in the orphanage every year Do you remember that cave where two orphans were terrorized during a trip?"
"Remember," said Harry, "what defenses does it have?"
"I don't know, there are only some speculations, and they may be completely wrong." Dumbledore hesitated and said, "Harry, I promised you to go with me, and I will keep that promise, but if I don't warn you in advance, There would be extraordinary dangers, and I should not have done so."
"I'll go." Harry said almost before Dumbledore could finish.He was filled with hatred for Snape, and the desire to risk everything and do something had multiplied tenfold in those few minutes.It all seemed to be written all over Harry's face, and Dumbledore looked away from the window to look more closely at Harry, his silvery brows furrowed into a shallow vertical line.
"what happened to you?"
"Nothing." Harry quickly lied.
"What makes you so unhappy?"
"I'm not upset."
"Harry, you've never been very good at Occlumency—"
This sentence ignited Harry's anger like a spark.
"Snape!" said Harry very loudly, and Fox behind them squealed softly. "So it was Snape! It was he who told Voldemort the prophecy, and it was he who eavesdropped outside the room." Yes, Trelawney told me!"
Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, but Harry seemed to feel that Dumbledore's face had turned pale against the candlelight.After a while, Dumbledore didn't say a word.
"When did you know that?" he finally asked.
"Just found out!" said Harry, trying not to yell.Then, suddenly, he couldn't help himself. "You let him teach here, and he told Voldemort to hunt down my parents!"
Breathing heavily, as though fighting, Harry turned his back on Dumbledore, who was still motionless, and paced up and down the study, rubbing the knuckles of his fingers, trying to resist the urge to throw things.He wanted to get angry and growl at Dumbledore, but at the same time he wanted to go with him to destroy the Horcruxes; he wanted to say that Dumbledore was foolish enough to trust Snape, but he was afraid that if he couldn't control his anger, Dumbledore would I wouldn't take him with me...
"Harry," said Dumbledore quietly, "listen to me."
He tried to stop, but it was as difficult as controlling his roar.Harry paused, biting his lip, looking at Dumbledore's wrinkled face.
"Professor Snape made a serious—"
"Don't tell me it was a mistake, sir, he was eavesdropping outside the room!"
"Please let me finish." Dumbledore waited for Harry to nod hastily, and continued, "Professor Snape made a serious mistake. When he heard the first half of Professor Trelawney's prophecy, Still in Voldemort's employment. As his master cared so much, naturally, he hastened to tell his master what he had heard. But he didn't know then—and he couldn't have known—that the Which boy will Voldemort go after after that, and you don't know that the parents who were killed will be people that Professor Snape knew, that is, your mother and father—”
Harry sneered loudly.
"He hated my dad as much as he hated Sirius! Didn't you notice, Professor, why does everyone that Snape hates end up dead?"
"Harry, you have no idea how much regret Professor Snape felt when he realized that Voldemort would have interpreted the prophecy that way. I believe it was the greatest regret of his life, and the reason he came back—"
"But he's a very good Occlument, isn't he, sir?" said Harry, trying to keep his composure, but his voice trembled a little. "Isn't Voldemort quite convinced that Snape was on his side, even if the Now? Professor... how can you be sure that Snape is on our side?"
Dumbledore didn't speak for a while, he seemed to be making up his mind.Finally he said, "I'm sure. I trust Severus Snape completely."
Harry took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work.
"Hmph, I don't believe it!" he said just as loudly as before, "he's flirting with Draco Malfoy about something right under your nose and you're still—"
"We've discussed this, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice stern again. "I've told you my point of view."
"You're leaving school tonight, and I bet you haven't considered that Snape and Malfoy might decide to—"
"What?" asked Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows. "What do you suspect they will do? Be more specific."
"I—they're plotting!" said Harry, his hands clenched into fists, "Professor Trelawney was in the Room of Requirement, trying to hide her sherry bottle, when she heard Malfoy shout, Congratulations! He's in there trying to fix something dangerous, and as far as I can tell he's finally fixed it. And you're leaving school instead of—"
"Enough," said Dumbledore.Although he spoke extremely calmly, Harry immediately fell silent, because he knew that he had finally crossed an invisible line, "Do you think I have ever left school without protection this year? I haven't .Tonight, when I leave, there will be extra defenses everywhere. Please don't think I don't take the safety of my students seriously, Harry."
"I didn't—" Harry murmured, a little ashamed, but Dumbledore cut him off.
"I don't want to go any further on this issue."
Harry held back his rebuttal, but the anger in his heart was still bubbling, and he had to look away from Dumbledore, and it was only then that he realized that Scull was not in the office.
Harry blurted out, "Where's Skool? Isn't he going?"
"He has a more important task at the moment. He is recruiting some peripheral members of the Order of the Phoenix in Egypt. Harry, for Skool, I hope you trust him as much as you trust me."
"I believe him..." Harry muttered, he hated Snape for a reason, not for nothing.
"Well, would you like to come with me tonight?"
"Yes." Harry replied immediately.
"Fine, then listen."
Dumbledore straightened up.
"I take you on one condition: You must immediately obey any order I give you without question."
"of course."
"Listen, Harry. I mean you even have to obey orders like 'run' or 'hide' or 'go back'. Do you agree?"
"I—Yes, of course."
"If I told you to hide, would you?"
"meeting."
"If I tell you to run away, will you obey?"
"meeting."
"If I told you to leave me and save yourself, would you do it?"
"I--"
"Harry?"
They stared at each other for a while.
"Yes, sir."
"Very well. Then I want you to get your invisibility cloak, and we'll meet in the foyer in five minutes."
Dumbledore turned and looked out the window.Harry walked quickly out of the office and down the spiral staircase.His mind suddenly became strangely clear, and he knew what to do.
Harry stopped where Ron and Hermione were sitting as he returned to the common room.They both looked surprised.
"I don't have much time," gasped Harry, "Dumbledore asked me to get the Invisibility Cloak. Listen..."
He quickly told where he was going and why.Despite Hermione's horrified gasp and Ron's hurried questions, he didn't pause.
"...do you understand?" Harry finished quickly, "Dumbledore is not here tonight, so Malfoy can let go of his plot. No, listen to me!" Because both Ron and Hermione showed To interrupt his sign, Harry whispered angrily, "I know that's Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here—"
He jerked the Marauder's Map into Hermione's hand. "You've got to keep an eye on him, and you've got to keep an eye on Snape. Call every DA you can find. Hermione, these Galleons for communication." Still works, right? Dumbledore said he'd tightened up the school's security, but if Snape got involved, he'd know what Dumbledore's protection was, and how to avoid it - but he wouldn't know You two have been assigned surveillance tasks too, haven't you?"
"Harry—" Hermione began, her eyes widening in fear.
"I don't have time to argue with you," said Harry hastily, "you take this—" He tossed the sock into Ron's hand.
"Thanks," said Ron, "er - why did you give me socks?"
"You need something wrapped in a stocking, that's Felicity. Give Ginny some too. Say good-bye to her for me. I've got to go, Dumbledore's waiting—"
"No!" said Hermione, as Ron produced the vial containing the golden potion with an awed expression on his face, "We don't need this, you take it with you, who knows what will happen to you? "
"I'm fine, I'm with Dumbledore," said Harry, "I want to know you're all right...don't do that, Hermione, goodbye..."
Then he was gone, hurrying through the portrait hole toward the hall.
Dumbledore was waiting at the oak gate.He turned just in time for Harry to stop and stand on the top stone step, panting, burning pain between his legs.
"I want you to wear the Invisibility Cloak," said Dumbledore, and when Harry had put it on, he added, "Very well. Shall we go?"
Dumbledore immediately descended the stone steps, his traveling cloak barely moving in the still summer air.Harry hurried after him in the Invisibility Cloak, still panting and sweating profusely.
"But what will people think when they see you out, Professor?" Harry asked, thinking of Malfoy and Snape.
"I'll go to Hogsmeade for a drink," said Dumbledore lightly, "and I'll hang out at Rosmer Tower sometimes, or the Hog's Head pub... or pretend to be there, it's a good way to disguise the real destination." method."
They walked out in the twilight.The air was full of warm grass smells, the smell of the tide, and the smell of wood-burning smoke from Hagrid's hut.It's hard to believe they're going to do something dangerous and frightening.
"Professor," Harry asked softly, as the door at the end of the drive came into view, "shall we Apparate?"
"Yes," said Dumbledore, "you can Apparate now, can you?"
"Yes," said Harry, "but I haven't taken my certificate yet."
He thought it best to tell the truth, otherwise it would be a hundred miles away from where he was going after manifesting, wouldn't that be a bad thing?
"That's all right," said Dumbledore, "I can help you one more time."
They went out the gate and down the deserted path leading to Hogsmeade in the twilight.Lights flickered in the windows of Hogsmeade shops, and as they approached the Three Broomsticks they heard hoarse shouts.
"—don't come in!" Rosmerta yelled, forcing a scruffy-looking wizard out, "Oh, hello, Albus...so late..."
"Good evening, Rosmerta, good evening...forgive me, I'm going to the Hog's Head...Don't take offense, I just want a quieter atmosphere tonight..."
After a little while they turned into a side street where the sign of the Hog's Head pub creaked softly, though there was no wind.Compared with the Three Broomsticks, this bar looks empty.
"We don't have to go in," murmured Dumbledore, glancing around, "as long as no one sees us leaving... Now put your hand on my arm, Harry. Don't hold on too hard, I just Leading you. I'll count to three—one... two... three..."
Harry spun around.Immediately there was that terrifying feeling again, like being squeezed into a thick rubber tube, he couldn't breathe, every part of his body was being squeezed, it was almost beyond the limit of his endurance.Then, just when he thought he was going to suffocate, the invisible tube burst open, and he stood in the cool darkness, breathing in big gulps of the fresh, salty air.
Harry could smell the sea and hear the crashing waves.A cold breeze blew through his hair as he looked out at the moonlit sea and the starry night sky in the distance.
He stood on a high black rock outcropping, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.He turned his head and looked back.Behind him stood a cliff, the steep rock wall fell straight down, and it was so dark that he couldn't see his face clearly.Several large rocks, such as the one on which Harry and Dumbledore are standing, appear to have dislodged from the face of the cliff at some point in the past.The surroundings are bare and desolate, except for the vast sea and rocks, there is no tree, no grass and sand.
"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked.It sounded like he was asking Harry if this was an ideal picnic spot.
"Did they bring the children from the orphanage here?" asked Harry, who couldn't imagine a more uncomfortable place to travel.
"Not here, exactly," said Dumbledore. "There's a sort of village halfway up those cliffs behind us. I believe they took the orphans there to breathe the sea." The air, look at the waves. No, I think only Tom Riddle and the kids he bullied have ever been to this place. Muggles can't climb this big rock, unless they're really good at rock climbing; neither do boats. The surrounding waters are too dangerous. I can imagine how Riddle climbed up. Magic must work better than ropes. He also took two small children with him, probably for the fun of scaring them. I think In fact, he can come up alone, what do you think?"
Harry looked up at the cliff again and got goosebumps all over his body.
"But his—and ours—are a little further on. Let's go."
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