Chapter 488 Explained
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The Ellisons and Grangers left.
They are Muggles, and within the scope of the Secrecy Act, they should not be exposed to more things on the magical side.
So even if they didn't want to leave their son, they had to leave.
It seemed to be evening at this time.
Su'er floated quietly beside his bed and watched the figures coming and going.
There are many familiar friends, Justin, Morn, Cedric and his girlfriend, Ron and Lavender Brown, the Weasley brothers and so on...
There are also young wizards who are not too familiar and have only exchanged a few words with each other.
There seemed to be people coming from behind, but Madam Pomfrey blocked them outside. Soul could not leave his bedside, and could only hear the buzzing of protests coming from outside.
It's just that Madam Pomfrey's attitude is very resolute. In the small world of Hogwarts' infirmary, even Dumbledore has to give her face, let alone other young wizards.
The protests grew from loud to sparse and finally disappeared.
An unexpected figure opened the curtains and walked in. Even in Soul state, Sur could feel the aura of the person coming.
It was Professor Snape.
He stood quietly by Su Er's bed for a while without saying anything, then turned around and left.
Then there was Professor Moody. Don't get me wrong, he was the real Moody. You could tell by the fact that he was missing a chunk of hair on his head.
Professor Moody, who had been sleeping for a whole school year, finally saw the light of day again. He looked not in good condition and his face was extremely pale.
Soul looked at this old Auror quietly, who according to Old Bee, had a very good relationship with his parents.
Alastor Moody stood quietly by the bed. The Magic Eye had returned to his body, but something seemed wrong with it. It was fixed in one direction and did not turn.
"Alastor! What are you doing here! Go back to your bed!" Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared.
Facing the tough request of the doctor in charge, Moody moved his lips, sighed and limped away without saying anything.
The old bee was the last one to come. Near midnight, Suer was counting his hair out of boredom. Suer had already finished counting the candies brought by his friends who came to visit, so there was nothing left to count.
No way, he couldn't move too far away from the wand.
It's not like on another stage just now, where you can't get even half a step away, and you don't know when there will be no restrictions.
During the quiet period, he tried and was able to walk away, but he had a feeling that if he did, he would truly be dead.
Old Bee was much older and tired than what Sur had seen before entering the game during the day. He seemed to have just arranged everything that would come with Voldemort's successful resurrection.
With him was Harry.
The two of them stood silently beside Soul's bed, no one said anything. Soul stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Dumbledore, but unfortunately, even Dumbledore couldn't seem to see him.
"Professor, Soul..." Harry looked at Soul lying quietly on the bed, with his chest rising and falling. There was sadness and guilt on his face, and he couldn't help but say, "Is he... ."
There was no need to guess, Dumbledore knew what word Harry was going to say next.
death...
"No." Dumbledore replied decisively, "Don't worry, as I said when you brought Mr. Bones' body back to the castle, Mr. Bones is not dead, he is just in a situation where we are." In a state of not knowing.”
"Magic is amazing, Harry. No one, including me, can say with certainty that they have fully studied magic."
Harry nodded in understanding, "Then when will he be able to..."
"I don't know, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head and whispered, "But I know it's best for you to go to the ward that Bobby prepared for you and have a good sleep. After so much, you should Already very tired."
"But, Professor, I..."
Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore mid-sentence.
"Go ahead, Harry..."
Dumbledore's tone was full of unquestionable determination, and Harry could hear it, so he turned around and left.
"Click..." There was a slight sound of the door being closed.
Dumbledore let out a breath, sat on the chair next to Soul's bed, and relaxed.
The old man closed his blue eyes and was silent for a long time.
"I know you can hear me, Soul."
Dumbledore suddenly said softly,
"I can feel that your soul is still there."
Su'er was excited when he heard the first half of the sentence, but was extinguished by the last sentence. Su'er curled his lips and looked at Old Bee, waiting for what he would say next.
"I know that this task is very dangerous and should not have been done by you." Dumbledore said with guilt in his tone, "This should not be done by a child who is still in school."
"I expected what would happen to you..."
"I have made complete preparations for this. If everything goes well, nothing should happen to you."
"Fox has already passed away. According to my plan, Fox resisted a fatal curse for you and died for you. You should know that phoenixes are immortal. They will only continue to be reborn. That feather and I let The things Hagrid gave you are a complete set of magical products."
"The life-substitution ritual is a type of ritual magic. The life-killing curse cannot be blocked directly, but its direct death effect can be offset through other methods."
"I'm sorry that the accident eventually happened."
Suer had a look of surprise on his face, looking at the old man with a tired and guilty look on his face, and understood that he had indeed made all the preparations he could.
"But don't worry, I found a possible way. It may be able to wake you up. Oh, it's not the magic stone. Flamel can no longer make new magic stones. If you can hear it, you will be able to guess what it is. It can help you, right?"
Dumbledore relaxed and asked himself questions.
"Ah, yes, the best student in the history of Hufflepuff can certainly guess it. It's interesting to say that it has been mentioned in fairy tales in the wizarding world."
"By the way, I want to explain to you that Pomona didn't come to see you because she was so sad. When you were brought back by Harry, she left anxiously to find out if any of her plants could. It helps your plants.”
"A lot of things happened tonight that caught me off guard..."
"It's only now that I can take the time to come see you... and explain something to you."
"Thank you for listening to me, an old man, nagging..."
"It's time for me to take a nap after working all day. By the way, in order to ensure your safety, I will not reveal anything about you until you wake up."
"Do you understand?"
Dumbledore said, getting up from his chair,
"Goodnight then, Soul."
They are Muggles, and within the scope of the Secrecy Act, they should not be exposed to more things on the magical side.
So even if they didn't want to leave their son, they had to leave.
It seemed to be evening at this time.
Su'er floated quietly beside his bed and watched the figures coming and going.
There are many familiar friends, Justin, Morn, Cedric and his girlfriend, Ron and Lavender Brown, the Weasley brothers and so on...
There are also young wizards who are not too familiar and have only exchanged a few words with each other.
There seemed to be people coming from behind, but Madam Pomfrey blocked them outside. Soul could not leave his bedside, and could only hear the buzzing of protests coming from outside.
It's just that Madam Pomfrey's attitude is very resolute. In the small world of Hogwarts' infirmary, even Dumbledore has to give her face, let alone other young wizards.
The protests grew from loud to sparse and finally disappeared.
An unexpected figure opened the curtains and walked in. Even in Soul state, Sur could feel the aura of the person coming.
It was Professor Snape.
He stood quietly by Su Er's bed for a while without saying anything, then turned around and left.
Then there was Professor Moody. Don't get me wrong, he was the real Moody. You could tell by the fact that he was missing a chunk of hair on his head.
Professor Moody, who had been sleeping for a whole school year, finally saw the light of day again. He looked not in good condition and his face was extremely pale.
Soul looked at this old Auror quietly, who according to Old Bee, had a very good relationship with his parents.
Alastor Moody stood quietly by the bed. The Magic Eye had returned to his body, but something seemed wrong with it. It was fixed in one direction and did not turn.
"Alastor! What are you doing here! Go back to your bed!" Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared.
Facing the tough request of the doctor in charge, Moody moved his lips, sighed and limped away without saying anything.
The old bee was the last one to come. Near midnight, Suer was counting his hair out of boredom. Suer had already finished counting the candies brought by his friends who came to visit, so there was nothing left to count.
No way, he couldn't move too far away from the wand.
It's not like on another stage just now, where you can't get even half a step away, and you don't know when there will be no restrictions.
During the quiet period, he tried and was able to walk away, but he had a feeling that if he did, he would truly be dead.
Old Bee was much older and tired than what Sur had seen before entering the game during the day. He seemed to have just arranged everything that would come with Voldemort's successful resurrection.
With him was Harry.
The two of them stood silently beside Soul's bed, no one said anything. Soul stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Dumbledore, but unfortunately, even Dumbledore couldn't seem to see him.
"Professor, Soul..." Harry looked at Soul lying quietly on the bed, with his chest rising and falling. There was sadness and guilt on his face, and he couldn't help but say, "Is he... ."
There was no need to guess, Dumbledore knew what word Harry was going to say next.
death...
"No." Dumbledore replied decisively, "Don't worry, as I said when you brought Mr. Bones' body back to the castle, Mr. Bones is not dead, he is just in a situation where we are." In a state of not knowing.”
"Magic is amazing, Harry. No one, including me, can say with certainty that they have fully studied magic."
Harry nodded in understanding, "Then when will he be able to..."
"I don't know, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head and whispered, "But I know it's best for you to go to the ward that Bobby prepared for you and have a good sleep. After so much, you should Already very tired."
"But, Professor, I..."
Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore mid-sentence.
"Go ahead, Harry..."
Dumbledore's tone was full of unquestionable determination, and Harry could hear it, so he turned around and left.
"Click..." There was a slight sound of the door being closed.
Dumbledore let out a breath, sat on the chair next to Soul's bed, and relaxed.
The old man closed his blue eyes and was silent for a long time.
"I know you can hear me, Soul."
Dumbledore suddenly said softly,
"I can feel that your soul is still there."
Su'er was excited when he heard the first half of the sentence, but was extinguished by the last sentence. Su'er curled his lips and looked at Old Bee, waiting for what he would say next.
"I know that this task is very dangerous and should not have been done by you." Dumbledore said with guilt in his tone, "This should not be done by a child who is still in school."
"I expected what would happen to you..."
"I have made complete preparations for this. If everything goes well, nothing should happen to you."
"Fox has already passed away. According to my plan, Fox resisted a fatal curse for you and died for you. You should know that phoenixes are immortal. They will only continue to be reborn. That feather and I let The things Hagrid gave you are a complete set of magical products."
"The life-substitution ritual is a type of ritual magic. The life-killing curse cannot be blocked directly, but its direct death effect can be offset through other methods."
"I'm sorry that the accident eventually happened."
Suer had a look of surprise on his face, looking at the old man with a tired and guilty look on his face, and understood that he had indeed made all the preparations he could.
"But don't worry, I found a possible way. It may be able to wake you up. Oh, it's not the magic stone. Flamel can no longer make new magic stones. If you can hear it, you will be able to guess what it is. It can help you, right?"
Dumbledore relaxed and asked himself questions.
"Ah, yes, the best student in the history of Hufflepuff can certainly guess it. It's interesting to say that it has been mentioned in fairy tales in the wizarding world."
"By the way, I want to explain to you that Pomona didn't come to see you because she was so sad. When you were brought back by Harry, she left anxiously to find out if any of her plants could. It helps your plants.”
"A lot of things happened tonight that caught me off guard..."
"It's only now that I can take the time to come see you... and explain something to you."
"Thank you for listening to me, an old man, nagging..."
"It's time for me to take a nap after working all day. By the way, in order to ensure your safety, I will not reveal anything about you until you wake up."
"Do you understand?"
Dumbledore said, getting up from his chair,
"Goodnight then, Soul."
