Chapter 512 The plan around the prophecy, save some face for the old man
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Jing Shen Tian Si
"I understand what you said." Professor Snape said earnestly, "I also understand how you feel."
Aaron was completely unmoved, just looked at him silently.
Everyone can talk on the scene, but it has nothing to do with what he wants.
"Well." Professor Snape sighed helplessly, "Come to my office this afternoon."
"Afternoon?" Aaron raised his eyebrows playfully, "Personally, I think time is very precious, why can't it be morning?
After breakfast, I can make you a pot of tea and we can chat slowly. "
"But I really don't have time in the morning." Snape said guiltily, "The fifth grade Owls exam needs me to mark, and the test papers of other grade students are waiting for me to mark."
"Understood." Aaron took a deep look at him, picked up Abe and walked towards the door, "I will wait in your office."
Professor Snape watched the back of Aaron leaving, and simply finished his breakfast before heading towards the eighth floor of the castle.
Meanwhile, the principal's office.
The preoccupied Albus Dumbledore and the heavy-hearted Harry Potter sat opposite each other. The witches and wizards on the surrounding walls did not know what happened, and they all welcomed the principal's return.
"Okay, Harry.
You will be pleased to hear that your classmates were not irreparably injured by last night's events and that, with luck, they will be able to return today. "
"Yeah." Harry nodded expressionlessly.
"I know how you feel, Harry," Dumbledore said softly.
"No, you don't understand." Harry said unrequitedly. The one who died last night was his only family member and the person who cared about him most in the world. How could Dumbledore understand his feelings.
"It's all my fault, Aaron is right, if I don't insist on going to the Department of Mysteries..."
"No, it's not your fault.
It's my fault, it's all my fault. Dumbledore said seriously, "I knew that it would be a matter of time before Voldemort established contact with you. I should have taught you Occlumency myself. Snape and Gaius may be proficient in this magic, but their teaching level must be Not as good as me.
Or if I had spoken to you earlier, you would have known that Voldemort was trying to lure you into the Department of Mysteries so you wouldn't be tricked into going there last night, and Sirius wouldn't be looking for you , he won't, won't be..."
"Wait." The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black said tremblingly, "Can I understand that my great-great-grandson, the last of the Black family, is dead."
"I'm sorry, Phineas," said Dumbledore.
"I don't believe it." Phineas roared, then approached the side of the photo frame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Both Harry and Dumbledore knew what he was up to, and the Order had a portrait of him that Phineas would use to make sure his great-great-grandson was still alive.
"Professor." Harry said hesitantly, "The prophecy ball I found in the Department of Mysteries, it said that Voldemort and I..."
"I know, I was by the side when this prophecy was made.
It was a cold night 16 years ago when Sybil approached me seeking a professorship.
You also know that her divination ability is a little unreliable, so I told her politely that she is not suitable for this position.
And then...she made this prophecy that the only person with any hope of defeating Voldemort was born 16 years ago at the end of July to parents who had resisted Voldemort three times. "
Harry's breathing was a little short, and Dumbledore's own admission was much more reliable than the cold prediction ball.
"You mean I...is the boy?"
"Oddly enough, there were two eligible people at the time.
One is you, Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom. "
"But if this is the case, why are my and Voldemort's names marked under the prophecy ball?"
"When Sybil first applied for a job, she chose the relatively cheap Pig's Head Pub, which had poor secrecy and attracted more mixed customers than the Three Broomsticks.
There you can never guarantee that your conversations will not be overheard, and like you, I have suffered.
Of course, I never dreamed at the time that she would make any worthwhile prophecy.
Fortunately the eavesdropper was caught halfway through the prophecy and thrown out of the Hog's Head.
So what Voldemort knew at the time was only the first half of the prophecy, that a boy capable of defeating him would be born at the end of July, and his parents had resisted Voldemort three times.
Voldemort didn't know the second half, and the Dark Lord would mark him as a rival. "Having said this, Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead, "This mark allows the people in the Hall of Prophecy to make corresponding judgments. "
Harry frowned slightly, "Isn't this a little sloppy?"
"I've thought about it before, but then I thought it might be true.
You have grown so fast in the past five years that you can face Voldemort face to face. "
"That's because he wanted to torture me slowly." Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not even a magister, how could I beat the great magister?
I saw the battle between you and Voldemort with my own eyes. I can't get involved in a battle of that level. The aftermath alone can kill me.
If Voldemort had been a little more serious, I might have died long ago. "
"But you are still alive, aren't you?" Dumbledore comforted, "You have escaped from him several times in a row, and each time you have made great progress.
I have also done some tests over the years, the Sorcerer's Stone, Dementors, and even the Triwizard Tournament have shown me your abilities and qualities.
To be honest, your progress has made me feel ecstatic more than once. "
"But I'm really no match for Voldemort." Harry said a little pessimistically, "As he said, the strength of wizards is affected by their talents. Even if I reach the peak in my life, I'm afraid I can't beat him."
"This is undeniable, but the actual situation is affected by many factors." Dumbledore said patiently, "Didn't Aaron say that a magister can defeat a great magister when he taught you?"
"He seems to have said that," Harry murmured. "Wait, Professor, how did you know that?"
"I'm the headmaster, and I know a lot about the school." Dumbledore said proudly, "From your meeting at the Pig's Head Bar to Dobby's recommendation of the Room of Requirement, I paid attention to it. When you were in the first class, I used The illusion spell went in and listened once.
It has to be said that Aaron's teaching ability is no worse than that of ordinary professors. "
"So that's the case!" Harry suddenly said.
"So you should have some confidence in yourself, and Voldemort seems to have accidentally transferred some of his own abilities to you when he attacked you more than ten years ago.
The scar on your head can clearly sense his presence, no matter what disguises he puts on.
It's your advantage, Harry, that no one else has. "
Harry looked bitter, "I don't want this kind of advantage."
"Yes! It is both a blessing and a curse.
But in any case, the choice is made, and one of you and Voldemort must kill the other. "
"Professor Dumbledore." Harry took a deep breath, with a troubled face, "You are what Voldemort fears the most. If you can defeat him... I don't think the prophecy is [-]% accurate, is it?"
"I would like to, too, if I could." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "But Harry, under what circumstances do you think I would choose to believe in the prophecy, and even prepare for it for more than ten years? "
Harry froze for a moment, a terrible conjecture emerged in his mind.
This guess made him feel like falling into an ice cave, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"I'm not sure, Harry." Dumbledore shrugged. "If it was a head-to-head battle, I might be able to defeat Voldemort, and at worst I could die with him, but if he wants to run, I can't stop him." .
Just as I know him, he also knows me too well. The weaknesses of us people are very obvious. My care and protection for you will become his main weapon against me.
And I'm getting old too, over 100 years old may not be a big deal for a powerful wizard, if I think I can even live another few hundred years, but I have to admit that my mentality is no longer young.
Having lived through two wizarding wars, I know all too well what it means to lose.
I dare not bet, I can pay any price, but we must ensure that we can win, because we cannot afford the price of losing.
And most importantly, Voldemort has come a long way to immortality, he may, may..."
"Maybe what?" Harry asked a little nervously.
"I'm not [-]% sure yet." Dumbledore shook his head. "But I did some research while leaving Hogwarts. I'm afraid Voldemort's preparations are more terrifying than I thought."
Harry swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably stressed, and deeply self-doubted.
Dumbledore thinks he can't handle it, can he really do it?
"Maybe there are other possibilities." Harry said weakly, "Aaron, yes, Aaron can definitely do it, he's much better than me, he blocked ten eclipses by himself in the Department of Mysteries Dead Apostles, even fought back and forth with Voldemort."
"Gaius?" Dumbledore's face suddenly became complicated, "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but...how should I say it?
Before, I vaguely mentioned to let him fight Voldemort with us, and he tactfully expressed his refusal at that time. As for now...Compared with Voldemort, I think he wants to kill me more! "
Harry: ? ? ?
"Professor, what do you mean?"
boom! boom! boom!
Just as Dumbledore was about to explain, there was a knock on the door.
"come in!"
Professor Snape walked into the principal's office, was slightly taken aback when he saw Harry Potter, and then looked away.
"What's the matter, Severus?"
"Gaius came to me just now." Professor Snape's face was uncertain, "He has already noticed something is wrong, and he wants to ask me for an explanation."
"That's normal, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "That kid is smarter than anyone else, and he should have thought of it even after he realized it."
"But I shouldn't be asked to explain." Snape said sullenly, "Lupine, Moody, Kingsley, Nymphadora, anyone... anyone, but I can't."
"Severus, I understand your feelings very well, but right now you are indeed the most suitable candidate."
"Principal, don't stand and talk without back pain.
I should be the person he trusts most at Hogwarts. If I tell him, is there room for my face? "
"Then what do you mean?"
"You explain it to him yourself!" Snape said seriously, "This was originally your arrangement, and I'm just an executor."
Dumbledore pursed his lips, and Harry rarely found a little embarrassment on his face.
"Professor Snape, I'm afraid this really won't work.
You have the best relationship with him. You can explain that he might be able to suppress his emotions, but if it were me, it would probably have the opposite effect. "
Hearing this, Professor Snape did not hide the sarcasm on his face.
"Principal, do you... still care about this?"
Dumbledore's old face suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and he said with a low eyebrow, "This is my request to you, Severus.
I am over 100 years old, so let me save some face for this old man! "
Professor Snape rolled his eyes, but Dumbledore had already talked about this, and he couldn't refuse.
"Okay, I see, I'll tell him about your arrangements."
"Thank you very much." Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, "But the part that should be concealed should not be explained too clearly, do you understand what I mean?"
"Is it useful?" Professor Snape asked back, and left the principal's office without looking back.
"Professor." Harry looked at Dumbledore puzzled, "What are you talking about?"
"It's better that you don't know about it," Dumbledore said resentfully.
"You shouldn't keep hiding it from me, right?
This has a lot to do with Aaron, and I feel I need to find out. "
Dumbledore was silent for a long time, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "You know, Aaron's strength and talent far exceed those of his peers, and there is a powerful family behind him.
If we can let them join the camp against Voldemort, then our chances of winning will be greatly improved, at least the number of sacrifices will be greatly reduced. "
Harry nodded approvingly, whether it was the battle after the Triwizard Tournament or the battle of the Department of Mysteries last night, it could prove this point.
"But the Gaius family has an ancestral precept that prohibits future generations from joining disputes in the magical world." Dumbledore sighed, "Neutrality is the position that the Gaius family has maintained for thousands of years.
As long as he abides by this ancestral precept, even a wizard war will not affect him. The heritage and connections of the wizard family that have been passed down for thousands of years are his strong backing, and he can be alone.
But once he violates this rule, he will be temporarily expelled from the family, even the heir of the family is no exception. "
"I seem to know this, but does it have anything to do with what you just said?"
"There is still some relationship." Dumbledore said shyly, "In a sense, the Order of the Phoenix successfully dragged him into the water last night."
Harry: …
Aaron was completely unmoved, just looked at him silently.
Everyone can talk on the scene, but it has nothing to do with what he wants.
"Well." Professor Snape sighed helplessly, "Come to my office this afternoon."
"Afternoon?" Aaron raised his eyebrows playfully, "Personally, I think time is very precious, why can't it be morning?
After breakfast, I can make you a pot of tea and we can chat slowly. "
"But I really don't have time in the morning." Snape said guiltily, "The fifth grade Owls exam needs me to mark, and the test papers of other grade students are waiting for me to mark."
"Understood." Aaron took a deep look at him, picked up Abe and walked towards the door, "I will wait in your office."
Professor Snape watched the back of Aaron leaving, and simply finished his breakfast before heading towards the eighth floor of the castle.
Meanwhile, the principal's office.
The preoccupied Albus Dumbledore and the heavy-hearted Harry Potter sat opposite each other. The witches and wizards on the surrounding walls did not know what happened, and they all welcomed the principal's return.
"Okay, Harry.
You will be pleased to hear that your classmates were not irreparably injured by last night's events and that, with luck, they will be able to return today. "
"Yeah." Harry nodded expressionlessly.
"I know how you feel, Harry," Dumbledore said softly.
"No, you don't understand." Harry said unrequitedly. The one who died last night was his only family member and the person who cared about him most in the world. How could Dumbledore understand his feelings.
"It's all my fault, Aaron is right, if I don't insist on going to the Department of Mysteries..."
"No, it's not your fault.
It's my fault, it's all my fault. Dumbledore said seriously, "I knew that it would be a matter of time before Voldemort established contact with you. I should have taught you Occlumency myself. Snape and Gaius may be proficient in this magic, but their teaching level must be Not as good as me.
Or if I had spoken to you earlier, you would have known that Voldemort was trying to lure you into the Department of Mysteries so you wouldn't be tricked into going there last night, and Sirius wouldn't be looking for you , he won't, won't be..."
"Wait." The portrait of Phineas Nigellus Black said tremblingly, "Can I understand that my great-great-grandson, the last of the Black family, is dead."
"I'm sorry, Phineas," said Dumbledore.
"I don't believe it." Phineas roared, then approached the side of the photo frame and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Both Harry and Dumbledore knew what he was up to, and the Order had a portrait of him that Phineas would use to make sure his great-great-grandson was still alive.
"Professor." Harry said hesitantly, "The prophecy ball I found in the Department of Mysteries, it said that Voldemort and I..."
"I know, I was by the side when this prophecy was made.
It was a cold night 16 years ago when Sybil approached me seeking a professorship.
You also know that her divination ability is a little unreliable, so I told her politely that she is not suitable for this position.
And then...she made this prophecy that the only person with any hope of defeating Voldemort was born 16 years ago at the end of July to parents who had resisted Voldemort three times. "
Harry's breathing was a little short, and Dumbledore's own admission was much more reliable than the cold prediction ball.
"You mean I...is the boy?"
"Oddly enough, there were two eligible people at the time.
One is you, Harry Potter, and the other is Neville Longbottom. "
"But if this is the case, why are my and Voldemort's names marked under the prophecy ball?"
"When Sybil first applied for a job, she chose the relatively cheap Pig's Head Pub, which had poor secrecy and attracted more mixed customers than the Three Broomsticks.
There you can never guarantee that your conversations will not be overheard, and like you, I have suffered.
Of course, I never dreamed at the time that she would make any worthwhile prophecy.
Fortunately the eavesdropper was caught halfway through the prophecy and thrown out of the Hog's Head.
So what Voldemort knew at the time was only the first half of the prophecy, that a boy capable of defeating him would be born at the end of July, and his parents had resisted Voldemort three times.
Voldemort didn't know the second half, and the Dark Lord would mark him as a rival. "Having said this, Dumbledore pointed to the scar on Harry's forehead, "This mark allows the people in the Hall of Prophecy to make corresponding judgments. "
Harry frowned slightly, "Isn't this a little sloppy?"
"I've thought about it before, but then I thought it might be true.
You have grown so fast in the past five years that you can face Voldemort face to face. "
"That's because he wanted to torture me slowly." Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm not even a magister, how could I beat the great magister?
I saw the battle between you and Voldemort with my own eyes. I can't get involved in a battle of that level. The aftermath alone can kill me.
If Voldemort had been a little more serious, I might have died long ago. "
"But you are still alive, aren't you?" Dumbledore comforted, "You have escaped from him several times in a row, and each time you have made great progress.
I have also done some tests over the years, the Sorcerer's Stone, Dementors, and even the Triwizard Tournament have shown me your abilities and qualities.
To be honest, your progress has made me feel ecstatic more than once. "
"But I'm really no match for Voldemort." Harry said a little pessimistically, "As he said, the strength of wizards is affected by their talents. Even if I reach the peak in my life, I'm afraid I can't beat him."
"This is undeniable, but the actual situation is affected by many factors." Dumbledore said patiently, "Didn't Aaron say that a magister can defeat a great magister when he taught you?"
"He seems to have said that," Harry murmured. "Wait, Professor, how did you know that?"
"I'm the headmaster, and I know a lot about the school." Dumbledore said proudly, "From your meeting at the Pig's Head Bar to Dobby's recommendation of the Room of Requirement, I paid attention to it. When you were in the first class, I used The illusion spell went in and listened once.
It has to be said that Aaron's teaching ability is no worse than that of ordinary professors. "
"So that's the case!" Harry suddenly said.
"So you should have some confidence in yourself, and Voldemort seems to have accidentally transferred some of his own abilities to you when he attacked you more than ten years ago.
The scar on your head can clearly sense his presence, no matter what disguises he puts on.
It's your advantage, Harry, that no one else has. "
Harry looked bitter, "I don't want this kind of advantage."
"Yes! It is both a blessing and a curse.
But in any case, the choice is made, and one of you and Voldemort must kill the other. "
"Professor Dumbledore." Harry took a deep breath, with a troubled face, "You are what Voldemort fears the most. If you can defeat him... I don't think the prophecy is [-]% accurate, is it?"
"I would like to, too, if I could." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "But Harry, under what circumstances do you think I would choose to believe in the prophecy, and even prepare for it for more than ten years? "
Harry froze for a moment, a terrible conjecture emerged in his mind.
This guess made him feel like falling into an ice cave, and his body trembled involuntarily.
"I'm not sure, Harry." Dumbledore shrugged. "If it was a head-to-head battle, I might be able to defeat Voldemort, and at worst I could die with him, but if he wants to run, I can't stop him." .
Just as I know him, he also knows me too well. The weaknesses of us people are very obvious. My care and protection for you will become his main weapon against me.
And I'm getting old too, over 100 years old may not be a big deal for a powerful wizard, if I think I can even live another few hundred years, but I have to admit that my mentality is no longer young.
Having lived through two wizarding wars, I know all too well what it means to lose.
I dare not bet, I can pay any price, but we must ensure that we can win, because we cannot afford the price of losing.
And most importantly, Voldemort has come a long way to immortality, he may, may..."
"Maybe what?" Harry asked a little nervously.
"I'm not [-]% sure yet." Dumbledore shook his head. "But I did some research while leaving Hogwarts. I'm afraid Voldemort's preparations are more terrifying than I thought."
Harry swallowed hard, feeling inexplicably stressed, and deeply self-doubted.
Dumbledore thinks he can't handle it, can he really do it?
"Maybe there are other possibilities." Harry said weakly, "Aaron, yes, Aaron can definitely do it, he's much better than me, he blocked ten eclipses by himself in the Department of Mysteries Dead Apostles, even fought back and forth with Voldemort."
"Gaius?" Dumbledore's face suddenly became complicated, "It's not that I haven't thought about it, but...how should I say it?
Before, I vaguely mentioned to let him fight Voldemort with us, and he tactfully expressed his refusal at that time. As for now...Compared with Voldemort, I think he wants to kill me more! "
Harry: ? ? ?
"Professor, what do you mean?"
boom! boom! boom!
Just as Dumbledore was about to explain, there was a knock on the door.
"come in!"
Professor Snape walked into the principal's office, was slightly taken aback when he saw Harry Potter, and then looked away.
"What's the matter, Severus?"
"Gaius came to me just now." Professor Snape's face was uncertain, "He has already noticed something is wrong, and he wants to ask me for an explanation."
"That's normal, Severus." Dumbledore sighed, "That kid is smarter than anyone else, and he should have thought of it even after he realized it."
"But I shouldn't be asked to explain." Snape said sullenly, "Lupine, Moody, Kingsley, Nymphadora, anyone... anyone, but I can't."
"Severus, I understand your feelings very well, but right now you are indeed the most suitable candidate."
"Principal, don't stand and talk without back pain.
I should be the person he trusts most at Hogwarts. If I tell him, is there room for my face? "
"Then what do you mean?"
"You explain it to him yourself!" Snape said seriously, "This was originally your arrangement, and I'm just an executor."
Dumbledore pursed his lips, and Harry rarely found a little embarrassment on his face.
"Professor Snape, I'm afraid this really won't work.
You have the best relationship with him. You can explain that he might be able to suppress his emotions, but if it were me, it would probably have the opposite effect. "
Hearing this, Professor Snape did not hide the sarcasm on his face.
"Principal, do you... still care about this?"
Dumbledore's old face suddenly became a little uncomfortable, and he said with a low eyebrow, "This is my request to you, Severus.
I am over 100 years old, so let me save some face for this old man! "
Professor Snape rolled his eyes, but Dumbledore had already talked about this, and he couldn't refuse.
"Okay, I see, I'll tell him about your arrangements."
"Thank you very much." Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, "But the part that should be concealed should not be explained too clearly, do you understand what I mean?"
"Is it useful?" Professor Snape asked back, and left the principal's office without looking back.
"Professor." Harry looked at Dumbledore puzzled, "What are you talking about?"
"It's better that you don't know about it," Dumbledore said resentfully.
"You shouldn't keep hiding it from me, right?
This has a lot to do with Aaron, and I feel I need to find out. "
Dumbledore was silent for a long time, rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "You know, Aaron's strength and talent far exceed those of his peers, and there is a powerful family behind him.
If we can let them join the camp against Voldemort, then our chances of winning will be greatly improved, at least the number of sacrifices will be greatly reduced. "
Harry nodded approvingly, whether it was the battle after the Triwizard Tournament or the battle of the Department of Mysteries last night, it could prove this point.
"But the Gaius family has an ancestral precept that prohibits future generations from joining disputes in the magical world." Dumbledore sighed, "Neutrality is the position that the Gaius family has maintained for thousands of years.
As long as he abides by this ancestral precept, even a wizard war will not affect him. The heritage and connections of the wizard family that have been passed down for thousands of years are his strong backing, and he can be alone.
But once he violates this rule, he will be temporarily expelled from the family, even the heir of the family is no exception. "
"I seem to know this, but does it have anything to do with what you just said?"
"There is still some relationship." Dumbledore said shyly, "In a sense, the Order of the Phoenix successfully dragged him into the water last night."
Harry: …
