A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 657: Strength and memory

"Happy birthday, Ron." The next day, Harry got up yawning, subconsciously closed his mouth halfway through the yawn, and vigilantly felt the mandrake blade in his mouth with his tongue.

He looked around the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had already gone out, and Neville was not there, he was feeling strange, but then he remembered that Neville was going to Professor McGonagall's office this morning to receive guidance from Animagus.

"Happy, happy." At this moment, Ron said in a daze, and when he put his foot on the ground, he stepped on a small pile of packages. . He woke up instantly,

"Gift!" Ron roared loudly, and began to unwrap the present without even changing his pajamas.

Harry tossed a colorfully wrapped box onto his bed, "Your gift," and started changing.

It took him only two minutes to take off his pajamas and put on his robe. After finishing all this, he glanced at his watch and heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was time.

"Where are you going - hey, thanks, Harry, what a great present," said Ron, waving the Quidditch Keeper Dragonskin gloves Harry had given him, as he sat on the ground surrounded by a He piled up the wrapping paper, and said happily: "This year is really a bumper harvest. All the gifts I received have reached a new level. I really hope that I will be an adult again next year-where are you going?"

He asked again, and this time he finally averted his eyes from a heavy gold watch.

"I have an appointment with Professor Bagshot," Harry muttered.

"Oh, what a disappointment, I still want to go to Hogsmeade with you," said Ron, "If Fred and George had any conscience, they would consider giving him a discount on the day his brother came of age... He counted the presents again, and said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe I was thinking too much, they didn't even send presents."

"Maybe they're going to deliver it to you by hand," Harry reminded.

Ron thought for a while, and became happy again, "You're right... However, it's best not to get your hopes up too much, they've been quite busy recently, I guess they just deposited a box of big **** at the Hogsmeade branch Egg."

Harry and Ron parted at the gate of the castle, "I'll bring you Honeydukes candy." Ron said, walking towards Filch, Harry walked down the stone steps, all the way to the Forbidden Forest edge.

Grindelwald is already waiting there.

They were walking slowly on the grass, the soft sunlight was shining on the treetops, and the air was mixed with a damp water vapor and fresh grass smell. Harry saw the Whomping Willow from a distance, and it looked like a human and animal. Harmful, swaying gently in the breeze.

"Harry," said Grindelwald, "you have learned a few spells, but I find that you are far from showing your true power."

"I'm sorry," Harry said with some anxiety, "I'm not very skilled yet"

"It's not for this reason." Grindelwald whispered: "Although I talk about the theory and models of spells in class, it is to take care of the progress of ordinary people, to take care of... those mediocre students."

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"People are different. Most of the people you see—if there is no accident—are mediocre all their lives. Their greatest use is to continue the magic."

Grindelwald walked forward slowly, Harry followed and said, "Sir, I disagree with this point of view." Grindelwald glanced at him, "Then tell me what you think."

"Uh one by one" Harry said: "Isn't it good to be mediocre and peaceful? I like this kind of life very much, and I think judging a person's value based on his magical ability is too, too..."

"Utility?" Grindelwald asked with interest.

"A little bit." Harry said honestly, he felt that Professor Bagshot must have been influenced by the thoughts of the dark wizard Grindelwald, and he saw similar descriptions in the travel notes he found in the library.

"I think—well, there is no need to divide people into uses. For example, my friend Ron's family, Mr. Weasley works in the Ministry of Magic, and he is preparing for the new Muggle protection law recently. It makes sense, but it doesn't have much to do with magic, does it? And Mrs. Weasley, she's a housewife, she's a nice person, and takes care of the whole family..."

"Their eldest son, Bill, used to work as a spellbreaker at Gringotts, but he applied for an office job because of the war. I think he would like to change to a cooler job because of his personality, oh, Not now. His girlfriend is there too; second son Charlie raises dragons in Romania, and third son Percy, like Mr. Weasley, works for the Ministry of Magic, but I guess his job is writing reports all day...

"The only ones who continue to study magic after graduation are Fred and George. They opened a magic trick workshop and pondered all kinds of prank props all day long; Ron dreamed of becoming an Auror, and Ginny was too young , but I think she has the potential to become a professional Quidditch player..."

Harry snapped his fingers and listed the members of the Weasley family one by one.

"If you think about it, most of them will be classified as useless, but I don't think they care about this evaluation at all, they just need to live their lives."

Harry spoke in one breath and took a few breaths. Professor Bagshot didn't speak for a long time, which made Harry wonder if his tone was too blunt and intense. He didn't dare to look into the professor's eyes and lowered his head to stare at A small grass on the ground.

"I'm so envious of their family, Harry." Grindelwald said, and then he changed the topic, "I just have a question, when that Voldemort was raging, your dear Weasley family Do you also live your own life carefree?"

"Think about it, what would it be like without Dumbledore and without Felix Hemp? Oh, and if I remember correctly, the Weasleys are purebloods, and if they showed respect for Voldemort If you obey me, you should be able to live a good life..."

"They will not accept Voldemort's evil rule!" Harry retorted loudly.

"Then they're dead." Grindelwald said flatly, "It's as fragile as this grass." He walked up to Harry and crushed the plant Harry was staring at under his feet, haha There was a surge of anger in Leigh, but he suddenly thought of something...

That was the scene where he practiced the Patronus Charm in Professor Hep's office. In order to arouse his will to fight, he entered the phantom arranged by the professor,

In the vision, he saw a lot of terrible things, everyone fell down, Voldemort won, and it was at that time that he inspired the extremely powerful Patronus.

"If you don't want your fate to be at the mercy of others, you must have great strength. Like Haipu, there are not many people in this world who can threaten him. If he is cold enough, he doesn't even have the last weakness. Now." Grindelwald's eyes flickered strangely, "I'm curious."

"But the war is over, and Voldemort is imprisoned"

Harry stopped talking quickly, not letting himself tell Voldemort's secret in classroom seven. But Professor Bagshot didn't seem to notice his slip of the tongue, and continued in a flat tone: "There will always be conflicts, can you guarantee that there won't be a terrible dark wizard among your classmates? And, don't underestimate the goodness of Muggles." If you look at their history, you will find that it is a history of war.”

"There will be no war," said Harry eagerly, drawing out what Sirius had told him earlier, "The Ministry of Magic has found a way, and the Minister of Magic and the Muggle Prime Minister have been in touch. "

"What about the influence of the people?"

"Can both parties, what, what?" Harry asked in a daze.

"You ignore the influence of the people on the Muggle government. I understand the behavior of those politicians. They may deceive, incite, and induce the public, but they will never allow themselves to stand against them. If there are a considerable number Muggles are opposed to wizards, and there is absolutely no shortage of despicable politicians who have no position to speak for them. Even under the design of someone with a heart, it only needs a small spark... Peng, and your so-called peace will be wiped out in an instant." Grinder Waugh stated icily: "It's all too easy, and it's bound to happen."

Harry was dumbfounded. They had discussed the topic of Muggles and wizards before, but they had never been so straightforward as today, even mixed with blood. He swallowed, only to find that he seemed to have lost his vocal organs.

"Wizards are truly peace-loving groups. For thousands of years, we don't need strict order to keep our own place. We have mastered powerful abilities but don't abuse them. On the other hand, Muggles, their civilization was born in war , but the absurd thing is... wizards choose to back down when they should have established order, because there are always ignorant Muggles who will hurt our children when we are not paying attention... This makes Muggles arrogant to think that they are the land Master. The wizard has become a different kind instead."

"Professor Hype is here..." Harry said hoarsely.

"Do you think he can succeed?" Grindelwald gave him a calm warning look, which made Harry terrified. He was afraid that the professor would say something terrible again, but Professor Bagshot just said lightly: "Maybe, So you're going to pin your hopes on someone else, close the door and pretend everything's all right? Sounds good, I remember that's what that Potions professor did." He was referring to Slughorn.

Harry's face was hot, and he was a little ashamed, but more of it was mixed with fear.

Because he knew that even Professor Haip was not sure, so theoretically what Professor Bagshot said was entirely possible. At this moment, he thought of the Dursleys and Uncle Vernon. Seriously exposed to the world, will he allow wizards to appear in his life openly?

Harry knew the answer without any hesitation at all. Thinking about Uncle Vernon's attitude towards homeless people on the street, his attitude towards himself...he would definitely blow up the government hotline.

How many people like him are there? If they get together, protests will follow. Will things go as Professor Bagshot expected, some government officials will take the lead in compromising, and the situation will go to an unknown...Harry recalled the numbness of the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class Melon parade, those cold eyes seem to fall on him again across time.

Harry's expression was heavy, his limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and he followed behind the professor in a daze. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of a good solution. At this moment, he suddenly found that Professor Bagshot stopped and said, "We are here."

Harry looked around blankly. They were standing deep in the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by tall trees, but it was only March, and the branches and leaves were not yet lush. He could see the sky above his head through the sparse leaves.

"Remember the magic I taught you, try it." Grindelwald said calmly, as if those previous conversations had never happened.

Harry flicked his wand wildly, and the spell hit a tree, and the huge trunk shook. Even he himself doesn't feel good,

"Oh, sorry, try again." He tried to regain his composure, and swung his wand a second time, and the powerful spell snapped the thick trunk in two.

Harry looked at Professor Bagshot with some satisfaction. The professor's previous words still worked, and Harry still hadn't come up with a perfect solution, but he felt that if things really went in the worst direction, he would never stand by and hide.

What's more, Harry thought that he might be an Auror at that time, with his relatives and everything he valued standing behind him, he couldn't retreat.

"Not enough," Grindelwald was dissatisfied, and said loudly, "You can do better."

"I did my best," said Harry.

"Do you think I'm playing house with you?" Grindelwald reprimanded: "Why don't I go to that little Muggle-born girl, she is much better than you in class."

"I wonder about that, too," said Harry stiffly.

"If you don't have potential, I won't waste time at all. There are very few people in the whole school who can surpass you, and the professor is counted. Your biggest problem is that you never thought about what you can do! Magic It's not a rigid thing, you are restraining your own strength."

"I didn't—"

"Then show your real strength, or go back and pray that bad luck will not come to you, and pray like a coward that you can be spared by the big shots—"

The forest suddenly exploded. The huge impact smashed hundreds of giant trees into pieces, like a big explosion. The space within a radius of two to three hundred feet was razed to the ground, and the trees farther away were toppled, as if they had experienced a violent typhoon.

Broken logs and branches fell one after another, Harry's eyes widened, he couldn't believe he did it.

"Look, Harry! Look!" Grindelwald said loudly, his eyes flicking across the vast ruins in front of him, "This is your real ability."

In the evening, Harry showed up in the principal's office.

"Harry, you are here." Dumbledore said gently as usual, Harry noticed that there was a Pensieve on the table, and the silver substance inside was spinning rapidly. He guessed that the headmaster might have just used it it.

Dumbledore held his wand to his forehead, pulled out a new memory, put it in the Pensieve, and tried to grab Harry's hand.

"We have to hurry up, we have a lot to do today."

Harry ducked. He looked down at Dumbledore and gazed at the Pensieve.

"But, sir, I don't know the point of doing this. I know it's troublesome to deal with the soul fragments in my head, but I can't figure out if you can't even do magic, what's the point of just looking at these things that have happened What to use?"

A moment of silence.

"Ah, Harry." Dumbledore said in a slightly distressed tone: "It seems that I must reveal some information, so that what we are doing now is more valuable in your heart... In short In short, I hope you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and the courage to make the right choice at critical moments.”

Harry sat there staring blankly, feeling insulted, what image did he have in Dumbledore's mind?

"Don't get me wrong, Harry." Dumbledore said, "You are one of the closest, if not unique, saint-like people I have ever met. Given my long life, I have seen too many students, so this evaluation is actually quite convincing.”

Harry was a little restless, his face was hot, he didn't expect to hear such a straightforward and enthusiastic compliment from Dumbledore, especially since he lost his temper just now, he wanted his expression to look soft point.

"Of course, I'm not saying that you don't have flaws and troubles. In my opinion, this is a good thing, which means that you are still a normal person, and you have not become proud because of your fame or your ability to surpass your peers. Big. Because of this, I have higher requirements for you, and I will not treat you as an ordinary student. Give an example one"

Dumbledore held up a finger.

"When you learn magic with Professor Bagshot, do you feel afraid of your own abilities, even a little bit?"

Harry was a little lost. He thought that in the morning, he had easily destroyed a small piece of the Forbidden Forest under the guidance of Professor Bagshot. He really felt unbelievable and a little terrified, and even once wondered if he was possessed by Voldemort.

"I-you know, sir?"

"Yes ~IndoMTL.com~ I know." Dumbledore said calmly.

"That's your own ability," he seemed to see Harry's thoughts, and said, "Professor Bagshot must have comforted you, although I don't know what reason he used, but his thoughts Not necessarily for you."

"Not necessarily for me?" Harry murmured again.

"Only you can find the answer to your question, Harry." Dumbledore said seriously, "I can't help you on this point except to borrow Alastor's catchphrase: Beware, Harry. Force without thought can easily turn violent."

Harry had a flash of inspiration.

"So you let me see those memories, because you want me to control my own power?"

"We can put this question in the discussion later. In fact, I hope you pay more attention to the choices of different people in your memory, especially the situation they faced at that time. It would be better if you can generate some useful thinking Already." Dumbledore said: "The reason why I use my memory

—Forgive my arrogance, because I have seen too many joys and sorrows of men and women. "

Seeing Harry lost in thought, Dumbledore said cheerfully: "Then one by one, let us enter today's lesson."

He stood up and bowed slightly, as if preparing to go to a gorgeous banquet.

"I will be honored to share with you what I have seen and heard in my student days. You will find them a little trivial, because there is more than one person involved. Some of them still keep in touch with me. Maybe you have heard a thing or two What a name!"

"Let's start the adventure!"

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