Chapter 571 I see myself
In the end, Dumbledore didn't pull out his wand and gave Umbridge a hard blow.
Professor McGonagall also left. After Umbridge left, she stepped heavily on the floor and left a message---
"I really don't understand you sometimes, Albus."
To be honest, Soul also felt that Dumbledore could have taken out his wand and hit Umbridge just now. His performance just now was completely inconsistent with the temperament that a strong man should have. People riding on the head...
"Having strength sometimes doesn't mean being able to do whatever you want, does it?"
As if he could see through Soul's thoughts, Dumbledore stared in the direction of the door after Professor McGonagall left and said softly.
"The wizard's power increased in every area except the power of self-denial."
After Dumbledore's repeated concessions, Umbridge and Fudge naively believed that they could control Hogwarts, so they allowed the desires in their minds to expand, and finally led themselves to destruction.
As expected of an old yin---ah no, very scheming...
Soul understood.
Dumbledore was not just explaining, this sentence was also telling Soul to know how to exercise self-restraint and not to use the power in his body at inappropriate times, which would only lead to destruction.
Just like what the blind monk said - 'Master yourself and master your enemies. '
The principal's office was quiet for a while before Dumbledore turned around, took out his wand and tapped himself lightly. The purple star-studded robe was quickly replaced by a dark blue ordinary wizard robe without patterns.
"If you have nothing else, would you like to accompany me to St. Mungo's? I'm really worried about Arthur's condition."
At the same time, Soul just wanted to tell Dumbledore what he saw, the change in Harry the moment the portkey was activated.
But then I thought, maybe Dumbledore noticed the changes in Harry? After all, the two people were so close just now.
So when the words came to my lips, it became - "I am already a dead person, what will happen to me?"
Dumbledore smiled slightly and called---'Fawkes'
The golden-red phoenix flapped its wings, and golden flames swept across, wrapping the two of them.
The next moment, two figures of about the same height appeared in front of a company that looked closed. There was a 'Closed Business' sign hanging on the glass door, and the obviously crooked standing sign next to it read: ---'Taotao Co., Ltd.'
It was past midnight, and the streets were deserted. Only the street lights were shining. One of them seemed to have a short circuit and kept flickering.
These two people were Dumbledore and Soul who had just been sent over by Fox.
"Let's see Arthur Weasley." Dumbledore walked to the dirty window and said to a female dummy wearing a green nylon skirt inside.
The dummy nodded slightly and curled his fingers stiffly.
"Let's go." Dumbledore turned around, beckoned Soul and walked through the glass door together.
Different from the deserted outside, this place is very lively. Wizards wearing white wizard robes with a St. Mungo's badge hanging on their chests are walking back and forth. Whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, the hospital will never be short of people. Case.
Soul looked at a witch in the corner who was using the Daily Prophet as a fan, making a sharp whistle sound from her mouth and blowing steam from her ears, and shook her head.
Dumbledore was very familiar with the situation inside St. Mungo's. He led the way forward without stopping at the information desk. Soul followed closely behind.
The two passed through a double door and walked through a narrow corridor filled with portraits. During this period, Dumbledore paused in front of a portrait, chatted a few words with a kind-hearted old lady inside, and then led the way. Follow Soul up the stairs.
Soon, a sign nailed to green painted wood came into view.
---'Spell Damage Section'
"Mrs. Mesley just said that Arthur's problem is not big, but that he has been hit by some black magic, which makes it a little troublesome to deal with." Dumbledore tilted his head and explained to Soul,
"I want to take you here to see it first."
Soul blinked, a little confused, and watched Dumbledore push the door open briskly, and then his eyes widened because of the scene in front of him---
The room is not big, with only one bed. The bed is not empty. There is a person with eyes closed lying under the white sheets. The 'person' is not old, but his face is familiar, just like looking in the mirror - --
Do I see myself?
Sur couldn't help but move forward and gently press the face of the 'person' on the bed. The tactile feedback was like a real person.
"I guess you must have doubts, but you should be able to understand why we do this." Dumbledore chuckled.
"A lie always requires countless lies to cover up."
"How is this done?" Suer even tested his nostrils, and he could even breathe!
"It's just a body without a soul." Dumbledore said, "You can't remain in a 'dead' state forever, right? Miss Granger will have objections."
When Dumbledore said this, he winked mischievously,
"We did a little trick to hide it from the healers at St. Mungo's, making them think that the death curse in you is not that powerful."
"You should know that the most basic condition for the Death Curse to be able to kill a person is that there must be a pure emotion of killing that person. Otherwise, the Death Curse will only make the wizard's nose bleed but not cause death."
Soul nodded, knowing that Dumbledore would definitely have something to say next.
"However, this physical body has great limitations. Magic cannot create a life. In essence, it is just a combination of alchemy, magic and potions."
"It is time-sensitive and cannot last for a long time. Therefore, I hope that at this time of Christmas, you will lie here pretending to be a patient for a while, so that we can have time to renew this physical body. A period of 'life'."
Spending Christmas in St. Mungo's?
This is quite a novel experience.
But Suer had a doubt.
"If the St. Mungo's therapist comes in during this period to check--"
"Don't worry, I have made arrangements." Dumbledore blinked, "It turns out that the therapist in charge of this ward will not be able to work normally due to some accidents this Christmas, and the temporary replacement will be a member of the Order of the Phoenix."
"Miss Granger will be here to look after you as part of the family."
