Chapter 620 Resurrection Stone

"Yes, that's what Harry said at the time. What a great man, isn't he? I admire him a little, even though I strongly oppose personality cult."

Valen listened attentively, and didn't even notice that the cookie in his hand had fallen.

"Chi!"

"Then... Then Dumbledore took Harry away."

Felix spread his hands, indicating that the story was over, which made Valen complain. Why didn't the big devil follow him! He wanted to know what happened next! Felix himself was a little sad. It was hard for Harry to hold so many emotions in his heart, but it was precisely because such a person survived that people were more looking forward to his future. Felix

sat in the chair behind the desk, his eyes became calm.

He had two more important things on hand. One was to perform the duties of the Minister of Magic's advisor - to a certain extent, he was promoted in the Ministry of Magic. There was still a big difference between the honorary advisor hired by the Ministry of Magic and the Minister of Magic's personal advisor - to answer various questions raised by Amelia Bones.

This matter can be traced back to a few weeks ago.

At the end of the Ancient Magic Yearbook event, seeing that Felix had no intention of visiting, Ms. Bones finally couldn't help but run to the school.

Similar to today's process, Ms. Bones witnessed Voldemort's state with her own eyes. Even without knowing the secret of the Horcrux, she still chose to believe in all the decisions made by Dumbledore.

Since that day, Ms. Bones has been bombarding Felix with an average of one owl per day.

Frankly speaking, he is still happy to reply.

Although Felix showed an attitude of "finally throwing away the trouble" when facing Ms. Bones, this is just a negotiation technique, a way to compete for the right to speak and the primary and secondary status. Of course, he hopes to keep things under his control. .

The other thing is the research on the soul field.

Felix shook his left hand slightly, holding a teacup-like container in his hand.

Valen couldn't help but come over to take a look.

The container contained a two or three inch long rag - but upon closer inspection, it looked a bit like a person wearing a black hooded cloak, with the skin of the bare hands bluish-gray, glistening eerily, and seemingly covered with mucus and spots, looking no different from a rotting corpse.

That was a Dementor.

"Chi! (Take it away!)"

Valen shuddered. He knew what this thing was, and had seen it not only in comic books - once out of curiosity, he asked the Great Devil to show it to him, and as a result, all his happiness was sucked away, and he became sadder than the penniless Sniff.

The Dementor floated in the container, like a black poisonous jellyfish.

"Chi? (Is it dead?)" Valen asked tremblingly.

"No. They are not life, just a kind of 'non-existence'." Felix said softly.

He could not transform into a Dementor, and all his knowledge of Dementors was obtained through experiments. Because Dementors are not magical animals, they are not even living things. Their state itself transcends the concept of life and death - they have never really lived, so naturally there is no such thing as death.

Valen ran over and brought his small stool over, in the posture of listening to the story.

Felix: "...Okay." He was also in a somewhat agitated mood today.

"The origin of Dementors can be traced back to the fifteenth century. There was an uncharted island in the North Sea, which was later called Azkaban. At that time, there lived an evil wizard named Axtis on the island... In this way, since Axtis secretly captured passing sailors and subjected them to various cruel and evil black magic experiments, Dementors were born."

"From then on, they can never be eliminated."

Felix ended the story in a low voice.

"Chuck?"

"Ah, you mean this? I can indeed destroy them, but in the blink of an eye, they will breed again in dark, filthy and desperate places... Dementors were born from human emotions, and the only way to reduce their number is to reduce the conditions for their survival."

Valen shook his head in confusion. This concept was a bit beyond the scope of his concept.

It gestured for a while, and finally took out its own magic wand. A wonderful question appeared in the air: So after the guy in the cup disappeared, there would be a Dementor egg somewhere in the world?

Felix couldn't help laughing, and he cleared his throat.

"Dementors won't turn into eggs."

Valen thought for a while and wrote: Plant seeds?

"Well, not either... Okay, stop writing, I can give you an example." Felix stopped Valen's wonderful association, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The state of Dementors is closer to Peeves."

Valen's eyes widened. It was difficult for him to connect the two things.

"Think about it carefully," Felix said in a persuasive manner, "Peeves is a collection of chaotic spirits. Dementors are born from corruption, filth and despair. Peeves cannot be seen by ordinary people, and so are Dementors. Peeves can move objects and do all kinds of mischief, and Dementors also have the ability to interfere with reality. Peeves only appears because of the little wizards in Hogwarts and cannot be destroyed. Dementors will never die because of human emotions..." "

But Peeves only stays in Hogwarts Castle." Valen thought seriously for a long time and wrote.

"For Dementors, the whole world is a castle for them to roam." Felix said softly, "In a corner of Azkaban - that is where Axtis conducted evil experiments, and now and then one or two Dementors are born."

"According to the records of the Ministry of Magic, the number of Dementors increased dramatically during the two world wars. They even wanted to break out of Azkaban because a darker and more desperate place was born... until the end of the war, their number decreased."

Felix stretched out a finger and pushed the Dementors in the teacup container to somersault, "Who would have thought that if left alone, they might destroy the whole world?"

Under the leadership of Ms. Bones, the Ministry of Magic no longer allows Dementors to serve as guards of Azkaban. At the same time, there is an extra room in the Department of Mysteries, which is filled with Dementor capture cages, sealed with the most stringent magic. At present

, the only ones that are wandering outside are probably those in Felix's hands.

He has always wanted to figure out how Dementors absorb souls, but with previous experience as a lesson, Felix had to be more cautious, as he was worried that he might accidentally create something terrible.

Felix put away the Dementor and began to write back to Ms. Bones.

Valen also returned to his small table and began to write in his diary. It now has a new target, Leonhard Bagshot, because he blew up his little snake. Although its treasure was returned, Valen remembered this grudge!

On the other side, Harry returned to the common room with some excitement.

"Don't expect me to open the door for you if you come back so late again." The Fat Lady shouted at him.

"Yeah, I know." Harry replied, and he was humming happily now.

He learned from Dumbledore that the professors were working hard for him to survive, but he actually yelled and lost his temper at them. This was really wrong, and he also learned a secret, the Resurrection Stone! Headmaster Dumbledore actually possessed the legendary Resurrection Stone.

Even Professor Happ didn't know this secret.

Headmaster Dumbledore strictly forbade himself to tell anyone. Thinking of the trouble caused by the Elder Wand, Harry solemnly agreed. However, it didn't stop him from secretly enjoying himself.

Of course, Harry also felt sad for Headmaster Dumbledore's sister. Yes, Dumbledore had a sister. It was incredible. When Harry knew about it, his jaw dropped. How could he never think about this problem? But she died when she was young and didn't have time to go to Hogwarts.

So Dumbledore joined the sorting ceremony this year for the first time.

That was to fulfill his sister's wish.

"The Resurrection Stone can summon the projection of the dead in the minds of the living." Dumbledore explained. Harry didn't know how to express his concerns, because the second of the three brothers in the fairy tale became desperate because of the Resurrection Stone and finally committed suicide, but Harry believed that Dumbledore had enough wisdom to deal with this problem.

Overall, Harry was in a good mood. A mountain that had been accumulated in his heart suddenly disappeared. Harry couldn't wait to welcome the new school year. How wonderful would it be without Voldemort? He wanted to rush to the girls' dormitory now and ask Ginny out for a walk in the moonlight. The common room

was empty, and Harry was so happy that he wanted to sing. At this time, he heard voices in the corner.

That was where he, Ron and Hermione usually stayed.

"Harry hasn't come back yet... can't wait any longer!"

Then Harry heard the sound of an envelope being torn open, and his heart suddenly clenched. He hurried over and saw Ron pulling out a bulging stack of parchment from the torn envelope——

"Don't touch it!"

Harry shouted in horror, and rushed forward to grab it, "Swish——" only a small note was left for Ron.

"Hey!" Ron shouted angrily. But when he saw it was Harry, he was overjoyed, "Merlin's tattered pants! Harry, you're finally back!"

Harry had to push Ron away with all his strength, and stuffed the parchment into his pocket with his other hand. After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he realized that he had been scared and sweating.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione asked with her eyebrows raised. "Ron didn't say anything before..."

"Nothing." Harry said with a red face. He didn't want Ron and Hermione to know what he wrote in the letter. It was too disgusting. If they knew, he would find a place to drown himself.

"But Ron told me--" Hermione looked at him doubtfully.

"Hey, Harry!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the small piece of paper in his hand, carefully identifying the handwriting on it. "You are going to give me the Invisibility Cloak? This is, this is really--" He was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Harry was stunned on the spot.

Just as he was thinking about what excuse to make up, Hermione stepped forward and snatched the half of the paper in Ron's hand, and read it twice. The look in her eyes was first suspicious, then shocked, and then horrified. Harry knew he was finished.

"Hand over the letter, Harry." Hermione said word by word.