Chapter 613 March
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 613 February
When Harry woke up again, it was already two days later.
"Okay, Harry, it's time to wake up, or your friends will blame me..."
He touched his neck, and was dragged up by Madam Pomfrey in a daze.
Harry felt as heavy as a shot put in his head, and the spine in his neck seemed to have collapsed, compressing the windpipe and making it difficult for him to breathe.
Harry took a few deep breaths of air, and finally managed to cheer himself up, waking up from the sequelae of sleep.
call!call!
—Ang ah woo!
Then, he clearly heard a terrible roar from the school hospital.
But after careful inspection, it turned out that on the opposite bed, McGuffin was lying on it and sleeping soundly.
Literally.
That guy snored worse than Hagrid.
"Mc...McGuffin?" Harry exclaimed.
"That's right!" Madam Pomfrey nodded helplessly and wearily, "Your friend, Dumbledore has sent you here since you passed out, and he and the professor have been waiting by your side in turn... Even when you fell asleep after drinking the water of life and death I prepared."
"However, McGuffin Albert said he was waiting for you, but this guy often fell asleep, snoring like a giant, and couldn't scream no matter what. I don't know who drank the water of life and death, and who was cursed..."
"Mr. Potter, if you don't wake up again, I'm afraid I'll give myself a dose of Death's Water (a powerful sleeping potion)." Madam Pomfrey's tone was rather annoyed.
Harry looked at the other side dumbfounded...McGuffin, whose limbs were stretched out, was lying on the bed like a crab, sleeping soundly.
And there were two little guys standing on him...Garon and Sik, they bounced back and forth on the MacGuffin's face, and 'beat' the McGuffin's face back and forth with their eight fleshy little claws.
They chirped and screamed in pain.
Apparently these two little things couldn't stand their master's weird snoring, and rebelled.
"Stand up, Harry!"
Madam Pomfrey held her wand in one hand, and in the other a long, skinny, extremely uncomfortable... monkey's paw-like thing,
Madam Pomfrey brushed and touched Harry's hair like a comb.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey put the thing in front of her eyes, and after seeing the three gray wrinkled fingers gradually grasping it again,
She breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed expression on her face, and said:
"It seems that you can leave here already."
"Hurry up and wake up your friend... Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore said that when you wake up, go to him first. The password for the passage in his office is... blueberry mozzarella?"
"Well, yes, it's blueberry cheese." Madam Pomfrey confirmed her answer again.
Then Harry smiled wryly, and with great effort woke up McGuffin.
With two sulking snuffers, the two slowly wandered all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Okay, Harry, can you tell me what's going on? Your sudden situation scared a lot of people."
With a wave of his magic wand, Dumbledore conjured three steaming cups of tea on his desk, as well as a stack of hill-like butter bread and various desserts. They were all exquisite, and each portion was small.
It's like it was specially made like this.
"You haven't eaten anything for several days, eat a little, and then slowly say..."
Harry's already hungry and unconscious stomach was stimulated by this alluring aroma, and he began to wake up.
Like a monster, it was rampaging in his heart.
Harry had a hard time controlling himself not to swallow his tongue together,
He devoured everything in front of him.
McGuffin comforted the Nifflers, telling Gallon and Sigg not to be fooled by the aroma of the food in Harry's hands and the bright and glittering magic things in Dumbledore's office.
Lest they sneak away again and cause disaster.
After Harry finished eating, he told the two about the strange world and the magical scenes he saw through Voldemort...
And the fact that Snape was there!
"Professor Dumbledore, although you don't believe it...but I have seen it with my own eyes. Snape is undoubtedly a Death Eater."
Harry made this clear.
Dumbledore shook his head. After he responded, he said vaguely, "I know about this. Snape took my order to spy on Voldemort's information..."
"In this regard, I firmly believe in Professor Snape's loyalty!"
"Professor...?" Harry wanted to say something else.
But was interrupted by Dumbledore waving his hand, "You don't have to worry about this matter... You'd better not tell anyone else, Harry!"
He asked again and again with a serious face.
"Okay, sir, I'll listen to you." Harry reluctantly agreed with a straight face.
"Having said that, I want to remind you of one more thing, Harry!"
Dumbledore's azure blue pupils hidden behind the half-moon glasses stared at Harry closely, (Harry once again felt that his thoughts were being seen through)
He continued, "I must ask you ... to remember the lesson of this time."
"Professor Dumbledore, next time I will definitely use [Occlumency] to isolate the connection with Voldemort..." Harry had actually realized his mistake.
"No, Harry, you still haven't figured it out... There will be no next time." Dumbledore repeated mutteringly:
"There will be no next time. Voldemort has found a way to avoid his own broken and mutilated soul... to collide head-on with your soul full of emotion and hope. He has found a way to corrode your will, manipulate your soul, and occupy your body..."
"Next time, we won't have time to save you, Harry!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore's strangely shining eyes turned to McGuffin again,
"You have to learn from Mr. Albert, he keeps his [Occlumency] running all the time, every moment... in order to protect your brain and avoid being invaded by Voldemort again..."
Dumbledore's words startled Harry a little.
He stared blankly at the professor, his mouth opened wide.
"Remember my promise to you."
"McGuffin, you can help Harry. This should be easy for you?" Dumbledore said pointedly.
"Yeah." McGuffin responded lightly.
"Okay, Harry, McGuffin, you should get out of here. I think Black, Hagrid, and your friends... There are probably many people who are very happy that you woke up, and some people can even say that they are too eager and exaggerated."
"You can send a message to Fred George's twins. Professor McGonagall and Mr. Filch... have noticed their unusual sneaky behavior. They will investigate in detail the abnormal funds flow among the students among the four schools of magic and among the four colleges."
"Also, the new type of fireworks developed by the twins cannot be used in Hogwarts Castle, even to celebrate your return..." Dumbledore said.
"As for other things, I think most...McGuffin can also answer for you."
After McGuffin and the others heard Dumbledore's words, they could only leave the office with doubts in their hearts.
But when they reached the door, Dumbledore called out to Harry again,
"By the way, Harry, after next week, our two courses will start to speed up. You must know more about Voldemort. I must tell you as many valuable things as possible."
From Dumbledore's words, McGuffin could hear some urgency and panic.
Maybe wrong?
He shook his head, closed the oak door of that office with his backhand, and walked through the spiral staircase with Harry again to the outside of the corridor.
When McGuffin and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room, things were even more exaggerated than what Dumbledore had told.
Once they passed through the tunnel opening behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, they were still standing still.
There were two bangs and bangs.
The smiling twins held two fake wands,
Crouching duck, chick's two fake magic wands sprayed out pieces of colorful bright powder.
Like a rainbow, it hangs above their heads and shines for a long time.
"Harry, congratulations on your safety!"
The two guys pretended to be meeting some important person, squeezed through the crowd, threw the big yellow duck and novice chicken in their hands to Jordan who was next to him, then held Harry's hands pretentiously, shook them vigorously, and took a group photo.
Yes, take a photo!
The two Klingway brothers were in front of the crowd, taking pictures frantically. Purple smoke rose, hovering over the ceiling of the lounge, and lingered for a long time.
McGuffin hadn't reacted yet.
Just being pushed aside by a long line of Gryffindor students.
And Harry was surrounded by everyone, and they shook hands like twins.
They took pictures together.
McGuffin has been guarding Harry in the school hospital these days, and he really doesn't know what's going on.
He stood there dumbstruck, and didn't wake up until Ron kept waving his hands in front of his eyes.
"what happened?"
Ron showed a look of envy and sympathy, and handed a newspaper to McGuffin.
——[Daily Prophet]
The headline above is extremely eye-catching.
"The legendary son of prophecy——Harry Potter: the savior? Or the nemesis of the mysterious man...?"
"This? This!" McGuffin was extremely surprised.
Would Fudge actually tolerate such a thing being reported?
He then picked up the newspaper.Look down for a closer look,
The newspaper vaguely introduced all kinds of rumors about Harry's prophecy... in the past ten years.
Finally, in a conclusive conclusion, the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic has kept the... most mysterious prophecy in modern history.
'...This is also the main reason why the Ministry of Magic was attacked by dark wizards some time ago...'
"We have no way of knowing whether this was done by the Death Eaters, or the Mysterious Man himself... But there is no doubt that his or their purpose is very clear. These dark forces are directed at a prophecy crystal ball kept in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries..."
'They certainly have an undeniable connection with You-Know-Who...'
'Combined with all the incidents that have happened over the years (superstar horror plant, dementor betrayal, the worst prison break ever in Azkaban, Hogwarts being attacked one after another), we not only suspect...'
'Has the mysterious man really returned?And whether the halo on Harry Potter is true or not, whether he is really the destined savior in the prophecy.Just like 14 years ago, the mysterious man was once again unbelievably beaten. '
'...the Ministry of Magic needs to give us a definitive answer! '
……
MacGuffin reads the ending and realizes it was actually written by Rita Skeeter.
How can it be?Has this Fudge's 'faithful dog' already started backstabbing her master?
"Now, everyone has been crazy these two days asking us whether this matter is true or not? McGuffin, you'd better not let it slip."
Hermione whispered closer.
Just as he was talking, someone had already approached.
It was some first-year little wizards who came together, stammering and wanting to ask McGuffin.
McGuffin quickly put on a serious face.
Before he could speak, the little wizards were scared away.
Ron said with a smile, "McGuffin, it seems that your reputation is not much better than Harry's. At least it is very effective to scare these little wizards..."
However, for the people in the same dormitory, McGuffin's... those rumored crazy wizards and the title of successor to the Dark Lord are not easy to use.
Neville and Seamus pushed their way through the crowd and broke into their conversation, "Is it true? The newspaper reports... I heard you were at the Ministry of Magic that night! Albert, is it true? You really saw..."
"Did you see... the mysterious man? Is it true?"
They whispered the name softly, as if they were afraid of attracting any attention.
Neville also asked, "Is Harry really the savior?"
Obviously, their side also attracted the attention of others, and everyone crowded over to listen to McGuffin's answer.
McGuffin knows... At this time, it is better for him to shake his head silently and say that he doesn't know.
However, fortunately, the twins exploded the most spectacular dragon fireworks they developed in the dormitory later.
Although it was a small miniature dragon's fireworks, it caused a lot of chaos in the crowd.
Everyone stopped holding on to the McGuffin, and everyone's attention was focused on... the fireworks flying around in the dormitory.
Harry was finally able to escape from the crowd, and escaped from the common room with McGuffin and the others.
But the impact of this incident will not simply disappear without a trace.
Or it can also be said that as time passed, Harry became more and more attractive.
To be honest... the warrior, the boy who lived, the savior, the son of prophecy... the BUFF on Harry is almost overflowing now.
It's almost the same as some unspeakable... extremely 'politically correct' representatives of public opinion in Western Muggle society.
Warriors from other magic schools, student representatives...all looked at Harry one after another, pointing and whispering behind him every time they passed by and met.
In a daze, Harry felt that he was back to the beginning of the first grade, even worse than that.
Harry is now very much looking forward to February 24th...that is, the arrival of the second event as soon as possible, so as to distract other people's attention.
Time rushes by,
Soon, in February,
Everyone's attention finally focused on the second event of the 'Top Ten Tournament'.
While Harry was relieved, it also made him a little nervous.
(End of this chapter)
When Harry woke up again, it was already two days later.
"Okay, Harry, it's time to wake up, or your friends will blame me..."
He touched his neck, and was dragged up by Madam Pomfrey in a daze.
Harry felt as heavy as a shot put in his head, and the spine in his neck seemed to have collapsed, compressing the windpipe and making it difficult for him to breathe.
Harry took a few deep breaths of air, and finally managed to cheer himself up, waking up from the sequelae of sleep.
call!call!
—Ang ah woo!
Then, he clearly heard a terrible roar from the school hospital.
But after careful inspection, it turned out that on the opposite bed, McGuffin was lying on it and sleeping soundly.
Literally.
That guy snored worse than Hagrid.
"Mc...McGuffin?" Harry exclaimed.
"That's right!" Madam Pomfrey nodded helplessly and wearily, "Your friend, Dumbledore has sent you here since you passed out, and he and the professor have been waiting by your side in turn... Even when you fell asleep after drinking the water of life and death I prepared."
"However, McGuffin Albert said he was waiting for you, but this guy often fell asleep, snoring like a giant, and couldn't scream no matter what. I don't know who drank the water of life and death, and who was cursed..."
"Mr. Potter, if you don't wake up again, I'm afraid I'll give myself a dose of Death's Water (a powerful sleeping potion)." Madam Pomfrey's tone was rather annoyed.
Harry looked at the other side dumbfounded...McGuffin, whose limbs were stretched out, was lying on the bed like a crab, sleeping soundly.
And there were two little guys standing on him...Garon and Sik, they bounced back and forth on the MacGuffin's face, and 'beat' the McGuffin's face back and forth with their eight fleshy little claws.
They chirped and screamed in pain.
Apparently these two little things couldn't stand their master's weird snoring, and rebelled.
"Stand up, Harry!"
Madam Pomfrey held her wand in one hand, and in the other a long, skinny, extremely uncomfortable... monkey's paw-like thing,
Madam Pomfrey brushed and touched Harry's hair like a comb.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey put the thing in front of her eyes, and after seeing the three gray wrinkled fingers gradually grasping it again,
She breathed a long sigh of relief, with a relaxed expression on her face, and said:
"It seems that you can leave here already."
"Hurry up and wake up your friend... Oh, yes, Professor Dumbledore said that when you wake up, go to him first. The password for the passage in his office is... blueberry mozzarella?"
"Well, yes, it's blueberry cheese." Madam Pomfrey confirmed her answer again.
Then Harry smiled wryly, and with great effort woke up McGuffin.
With two sulking snuffers, the two slowly wandered all the way to Dumbledore's office.
"Okay, Harry, can you tell me what's going on? Your sudden situation scared a lot of people."
With a wave of his magic wand, Dumbledore conjured three steaming cups of tea on his desk, as well as a stack of hill-like butter bread and various desserts. They were all exquisite, and each portion was small.
It's like it was specially made like this.
"You haven't eaten anything for several days, eat a little, and then slowly say..."
Harry's already hungry and unconscious stomach was stimulated by this alluring aroma, and he began to wake up.
Like a monster, it was rampaging in his heart.
Harry had a hard time controlling himself not to swallow his tongue together,
He devoured everything in front of him.
McGuffin comforted the Nifflers, telling Gallon and Sigg not to be fooled by the aroma of the food in Harry's hands and the bright and glittering magic things in Dumbledore's office.
Lest they sneak away again and cause disaster.
After Harry finished eating, he told the two about the strange world and the magical scenes he saw through Voldemort...
And the fact that Snape was there!
"Professor Dumbledore, although you don't believe it...but I have seen it with my own eyes. Snape is undoubtedly a Death Eater."
Harry made this clear.
Dumbledore shook his head. After he responded, he said vaguely, "I know about this. Snape took my order to spy on Voldemort's information..."
"In this regard, I firmly believe in Professor Snape's loyalty!"
"Professor...?" Harry wanted to say something else.
But was interrupted by Dumbledore waving his hand, "You don't have to worry about this matter... You'd better not tell anyone else, Harry!"
He asked again and again with a serious face.
"Okay, sir, I'll listen to you." Harry reluctantly agreed with a straight face.
"Having said that, I want to remind you of one more thing, Harry!"
Dumbledore's azure blue pupils hidden behind the half-moon glasses stared at Harry closely, (Harry once again felt that his thoughts were being seen through)
He continued, "I must ask you ... to remember the lesson of this time."
"Professor Dumbledore, next time I will definitely use [Occlumency] to isolate the connection with Voldemort..." Harry had actually realized his mistake.
"No, Harry, you still haven't figured it out... There will be no next time." Dumbledore repeated mutteringly:
"There will be no next time. Voldemort has found a way to avoid his own broken and mutilated soul... to collide head-on with your soul full of emotion and hope. He has found a way to corrode your will, manipulate your soul, and occupy your body..."
"Next time, we won't have time to save you, Harry!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.
Dumbledore's strangely shining eyes turned to McGuffin again,
"You have to learn from Mr. Albert, he keeps his [Occlumency] running all the time, every moment... in order to protect your brain and avoid being invaded by Voldemort again..."
Dumbledore's words startled Harry a little.
He stared blankly at the professor, his mouth opened wide.
"Remember my promise to you."
"McGuffin, you can help Harry. This should be easy for you?" Dumbledore said pointedly.
"Yeah." McGuffin responded lightly.
"Okay, Harry, McGuffin, you should get out of here. I think Black, Hagrid, and your friends... There are probably many people who are very happy that you woke up, and some people can even say that they are too eager and exaggerated."
"You can send a message to Fred George's twins. Professor McGonagall and Mr. Filch... have noticed their unusual sneaky behavior. They will investigate in detail the abnormal funds flow among the students among the four schools of magic and among the four colleges."
"Also, the new type of fireworks developed by the twins cannot be used in Hogwarts Castle, even to celebrate your return..." Dumbledore said.
"As for other things, I think most...McGuffin can also answer for you."
After McGuffin and the others heard Dumbledore's words, they could only leave the office with doubts in their hearts.
But when they reached the door, Dumbledore called out to Harry again,
"By the way, Harry, after next week, our two courses will start to speed up. You must know more about Voldemort. I must tell you as many valuable things as possible."
From Dumbledore's words, McGuffin could hear some urgency and panic.
Maybe wrong?
He shook his head, closed the oak door of that office with his backhand, and walked through the spiral staircase with Harry again to the outside of the corridor.
When McGuffin and the others returned to the Gryffindor common room, things were even more exaggerated than what Dumbledore had told.
Once they passed through the tunnel opening behind the portrait of the Fat Lady, they were still standing still.
There were two bangs and bangs.
The smiling twins held two fake wands,
Crouching duck, chick's two fake magic wands sprayed out pieces of colorful bright powder.
Like a rainbow, it hangs above their heads and shines for a long time.
"Harry, congratulations on your safety!"
The two guys pretended to be meeting some important person, squeezed through the crowd, threw the big yellow duck and novice chicken in their hands to Jordan who was next to him, then held Harry's hands pretentiously, shook them vigorously, and took a group photo.
Yes, take a photo!
The two Klingway brothers were in front of the crowd, taking pictures frantically. Purple smoke rose, hovering over the ceiling of the lounge, and lingered for a long time.
McGuffin hadn't reacted yet.
Just being pushed aside by a long line of Gryffindor students.
And Harry was surrounded by everyone, and they shook hands like twins.
They took pictures together.
McGuffin has been guarding Harry in the school hospital these days, and he really doesn't know what's going on.
He stood there dumbstruck, and didn't wake up until Ron kept waving his hands in front of his eyes.
"what happened?"
Ron showed a look of envy and sympathy, and handed a newspaper to McGuffin.
——[Daily Prophet]
The headline above is extremely eye-catching.
"The legendary son of prophecy——Harry Potter: the savior? Or the nemesis of the mysterious man...?"
"This? This!" McGuffin was extremely surprised.
Would Fudge actually tolerate such a thing being reported?
He then picked up the newspaper.Look down for a closer look,
The newspaper vaguely introduced all kinds of rumors about Harry's prophecy... in the past ten years.
Finally, in a conclusive conclusion, the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic has kept the... most mysterious prophecy in modern history.
'...This is also the main reason why the Ministry of Magic was attacked by dark wizards some time ago...'
"We have no way of knowing whether this was done by the Death Eaters, or the Mysterious Man himself... But there is no doubt that his or their purpose is very clear. These dark forces are directed at a prophecy crystal ball kept in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries..."
'They certainly have an undeniable connection with You-Know-Who...'
'Combined with all the incidents that have happened over the years (superstar horror plant, dementor betrayal, the worst prison break ever in Azkaban, Hogwarts being attacked one after another), we not only suspect...'
'Has the mysterious man really returned?And whether the halo on Harry Potter is true or not, whether he is really the destined savior in the prophecy.Just like 14 years ago, the mysterious man was once again unbelievably beaten. '
'...the Ministry of Magic needs to give us a definitive answer! '
……
MacGuffin reads the ending and realizes it was actually written by Rita Skeeter.
How can it be?Has this Fudge's 'faithful dog' already started backstabbing her master?
"Now, everyone has been crazy these two days asking us whether this matter is true or not? McGuffin, you'd better not let it slip."
Hermione whispered closer.
Just as he was talking, someone had already approached.
It was some first-year little wizards who came together, stammering and wanting to ask McGuffin.
McGuffin quickly put on a serious face.
Before he could speak, the little wizards were scared away.
Ron said with a smile, "McGuffin, it seems that your reputation is not much better than Harry's. At least it is very effective to scare these little wizards..."
However, for the people in the same dormitory, McGuffin's... those rumored crazy wizards and the title of successor to the Dark Lord are not easy to use.
Neville and Seamus pushed their way through the crowd and broke into their conversation, "Is it true? The newspaper reports... I heard you were at the Ministry of Magic that night! Albert, is it true? You really saw..."
"Did you see... the mysterious man? Is it true?"
They whispered the name softly, as if they were afraid of attracting any attention.
Neville also asked, "Is Harry really the savior?"
Obviously, their side also attracted the attention of others, and everyone crowded over to listen to McGuffin's answer.
McGuffin knows... At this time, it is better for him to shake his head silently and say that he doesn't know.
However, fortunately, the twins exploded the most spectacular dragon fireworks they developed in the dormitory later.
Although it was a small miniature dragon's fireworks, it caused a lot of chaos in the crowd.
Everyone stopped holding on to the McGuffin, and everyone's attention was focused on... the fireworks flying around in the dormitory.
Harry was finally able to escape from the crowd, and escaped from the common room with McGuffin and the others.
But the impact of this incident will not simply disappear without a trace.
Or it can also be said that as time passed, Harry became more and more attractive.
To be honest... the warrior, the boy who lived, the savior, the son of prophecy... the BUFF on Harry is almost overflowing now.
It's almost the same as some unspeakable... extremely 'politically correct' representatives of public opinion in Western Muggle society.
Warriors from other magic schools, student representatives...all looked at Harry one after another, pointing and whispering behind him every time they passed by and met.
In a daze, Harry felt that he was back to the beginning of the first grade, even worse than that.
Harry is now very much looking forward to February 24th...that is, the arrival of the second event as soon as possible, so as to distract other people's attention.
Time rushes by,
Soon, in February,
Everyone's attention finally focused on the second event of the 'Top Ten Tournament'.
While Harry was relieved, it also made him a little nervous.
(End of this chapter)
