Dumbledore does not force Harry to join this test, but the premise is that Harry must know all the information by 'coincidence' and make his own decision.
But everything?
Boy, you got my attention.
Dumbledore blinked, said goodbye to Hagrid, and disappeared in a whirlwind of fire.
Bagir didn't know everything that happened in the cabin.
After dinner as usual, I climbed the stairs back to the lounge.
However, something went wrong on the stairs from the third floor to the fourth floor, causing them to be sent by the stairs to the restricted corridor on the fourth floor.
Because the decorative floors are all the same.
They didn't pay attention and went straight to the end.
It wasn't until then that they realized they were going the wrong way, and there was an ajar door in front of them.
Bagir didn't have time to stop him.
Ron, who was short-handed, opened it.
That's a big three-headed dog!
So big that it fills all the space from ceiling to floor.
Three pairs of vicious eyes, three noses twitching and trembling in their direction, and three drooling mouths, with saliva hanging from the yellowed dog teeth like sticky ropes.
"run!"X4
boom! There was an engine ignition sound that only Bagir himself could hear.
Dragon fire ignited in the heart, the blood turned into lava, and dragon scales emerged under the skin.
From the perspective under the golden vertical pupils, everything slowed down.
boom! His left hand closed the door between the lightning and flint.
He stepped hard on the ground, and while retreating, he spread his hands to protect the three people behind him.
Along with the black-red turbidity, strange and hideous wands emerged.
"[Armor protection]!"
[Magic Book] and [Dragon Knight] are activated at the same time.
A huge, invisible, yet gleaming solid wall protected the four of them.
Boom!
The door flew out.
One of the three-headed dog's heads sticks out of the doorframe.
The mouth is very big.
Crystal saliva splashed everywhere.
The hard, yellowed dog teeth chewed the door into pieces.
Crossing the solid wall, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.
Under the momentum of the Iron Armor Curse, the three-headed dog felt his head buzzing.
The other two heads struggled to squeeze out of the door.
But it was blocked by the dizzy head in the middle.
They took this opportunity to run away, literally running.
The fishy smell and the big blood-red mouth were now deeply engraved in their minds.
Inspiring them to swing their calves back and forth quickly.
The scene gradually zoomed out, surrounded by silvery mist.
The white space in between reflects it all.
A twisted nose, blue eyes, and half-moon lenses appeared aside.
It's Albus Dumbledore.
He leaned back on a high-backed chair decorated with brass and padded with purple velvet.
With his long legs stretched out, he looked at the thrilling moments of the little wizards with an extremely relaxed attitude.
A voice came from the 6-inch silver mirror on his desk with its back facing him.
"How bold, Albus. If you were the headmaster of our school, I would definitely impeach you."
Dumbledore slid his finger.
The scene in the silver mist began to move.
We came to the house with the three-headed dog and the trap door.
The other two heads of the three-headed dog kept barking, but there was no sound.
Its body was pulled towards the trap door by invisible chains.
It struggled in vain, leaving scratches on the stone floor.
The voice sounded again, "You cast a spell. That's right, your beloved boy is here."
Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry is not special. I will not sacrifice any life to protect him, except my own. This test is not for him."
He slid his finger.
The picture is reversed.
Came to the boy who had blond hair and blue eyes before.
The golden vertical pupils are looming.
There were lines of scales flashing across the fair skin.
And that strange wand.
The handle of the staff resembles the head of a roaring dragon, with a black wooden body that shines with metallic color. The fiery red staff body is covered with a black dragon spine full of spikes.
"Hiss! Don't you think he looks like the same person? Except for his eyes." The owner of the voice didn't pay attention to the strangeness of the wand. He seemed to be used to the strange things on Bagir's body.
"Gellert?" Dumbledore's blue eyes were confused for a moment, and then suddenly woke up, "No, this boy is more handsome. They just have similar hairstyles. The only similarity is him when he was young."
"It's a pity, I thought you were going to die. After all, I have left that thing to your disposal. I, an old bone, thought that I would see you have a family when I was about to die." The voice teased.
"Checkmate? The potion you left behind is enough for you to use for a century. If you regret it, you can always do it again-"
"Okay, let's talk about that boy! Your new target."
Dumbledore stopped when he saw that he was good, "Don't you think that boy is special?"
"Special?" A chuckle came from the mirror, "It's just a simple magic transformation. In my long years, I have seen too many geniuses. There are countless more special than this boy. This wand is just a magic wand. Transformed by superb alchemy."
"What about me? Why are you so special to me? Are you tired of Perenelle?"
The voice in the mirror became panicked, "Don't! Don't say that, don't let Perenel hear it! You should understand it yourself. There are many excellent and talented wizards. But people like you are the real 'great wizards', Only two in my career."
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, four."
The voice trembled for the first time, "Who? Besides you and Grindelwald? That ridiculous Voldemort? Him too? How is that possible?"
"The inheritance of magic is engraved with everything of our ancestors. Descendants of Slytherin are too close to each other, and the madness of their ancestors increases with the passing of blood from generation to generation. This is also called forbidden blood. Pay more attention to your spouse. Pure bloods with noble blood and ancient families will not marry the owners of the forbidden blood. Because the excellent talents brought by the forbidden blood also make them crazy and hysterical. Let alone learning magic, it is difficult to support themselves. Only a few There are exceptions, such as Isolt Thayer, founder of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Why are you reciting history to me? I am a witness to this."
"Tom and the great witch have something in common. They are both half-bloods."
"I know this. I have seen that Voldemort with my own eyes. His Slytherin part is too strong, almost like a half-blood. Although he seems polite, the madness lingering in his heart makes me a little surprised. He cannot be circumvented. Overcome them and become a great wizard."
"You may not know. His father got his mother pregnant with a love drug. He was born under such circumstances and was born with a lack of certain emotions. Some negative emotions cannot affect him. And he became a big Wizards may not need spiritual sublimation."
"No need? You and I both know that magic is an illusion. But the essence of our magic, apart from the bullshit magnetic field, is belief. And the great wizard is an existence that truly possesses magic from virtual reality. Apart from spiritual breakthroughs, there is no There is no other shortcut!"
"What about magical transformation? The most dangerous and impossible one? Pry open your own head, remove your own blood vessels, temper your bones, and dismember your emptiness soul."
"How did he survive? Not to mention the danger. This kind of magical transformation can make the soul collapse with just pain."
"At least more than 3 Horcruxes, remain immortal. Kill, countless killings to vent the pain. Do you think it means losing your nose?"
The voice heard the words, said "madman" and fell silent.
I have mixed feelings in my heart.
He once thought it was just a trick.
He died in public view time and time again, and then resurrected in unexpected ways.
This miracle, similar to the resurrection of Jesus, may have been shown to Voldemort many times.
Is this also the reason why those Death Eaters are so surrendered to him and firmly believe that he can rule the world?
After a long time, the voice sounded again, "Is there another one?"
Dumbledore pursed his lips and looked at Bargeer with a more eager light in his eyes than when he looked at Harry.
