A Hogwarts Professor of Magical Writings Chapter 651 Dumbledore's Decision



Chapter 651 Dumbledore's Decision Harry

felt dizzy...

Things in the room were twisted and deformed. Harry seemed to see Voldemort smiling at him. This was definitely an illusion. The next thing he saw was the chandelier on the ceiling of the school hospital and the white walls.

"Harry." Ginny rushed over excitedly, but was pulled back by Ron. "Don't touch him."

"Oh, yes," Ginny said, "Let's notify Madam Pomfrey--"

Madam Pomfrey appeared. She first gave Harry a series of complex examinations. Although no problems were found in the end, she still strongly suggested that Harry stay for a while longer. "Your situation is very special. Be careful of sequelae." She warned.

Harry subconsciously touched his forehead. The scar was burning, but it felt like the skin was rubbed.

"Lie back on the bed." Madam Pomfrey ordered with her hands on her waist, then took out a sticky ointment and smeared a thick layer on his forehead regardless of Harry's grin.

She said firmly to the others, "You only have ten minutes to visit. The child needs to rest now."

After she left, Harry looked around. Ginny was holding his hand, Hermione was holding a book (upside down from the cover) and smiling at him, and Ron was looking at him with a nervous and evasive look.

Harry suddenly thought of the freckled red-haired boy on the train six years ago.

"So you've reconciled?" he said angrily, referring to Ginny and Ron.

"Yeah." Ron seemed a little flustered. He really hoped that this question would be raised later. He glanced at Ginny, and then looked at Hermione for help, as if hoping that someone would rescue him, but this hope was dashed.

So he could only stammer:

"Well, I - you know - Ginny and I - we reconciled a long time ago - during the two weeks you were sick in the hospital -"

Harry looked at Ginny, who said something that seemed quite scary to him in a calm tone. "I seriously considered it, but I couldn't really kill Ron, so..." She shrugged her shoulders.

Harry thought about it for a long time and decided not to respond to Ginny's words. He thought for a while before saying:

"I was in the hospital for two weeks?"

He looked at Ron with some doubt, then turned to look at Ginny and Hermione, trying to confirm that this was a joke, but from their expressions, Ron was telling the truth. He really was in a coma in the hospital bed for two weeks.

"You were so scary when you were first sent here," Hermione said in fear, "The scar on your forehead kept dripping blood, just like a new wound. Ginny was crying while helping you wipe the blood off your face, and Ron stood there like a troll, motionless."

Harry looked at Ginny and Ron, and a warm current flowed into his heart.

"In fact, everyone was very worried about you," Ginny blushed a little, she said softly, "Principal Dumbledore and Professor Happ stayed in the ward for a whole day, and no one was allowed to come in, not even Madam Pomfrey. We were all scared and thought you..." She glanced at Harry carefully, "Hermione was so nervous that she scratched her face."

Harry gradually figured out what happened.

Two weeks ago, Dumbledore and Professor Happ called him to Classroom 7 to try to solve the soul fragment of Voldemort in his body. This was the first time that Voldemort's consciousness was awakened in more than half a year. The new Riddle's personality was no match for him. With the help of Professor Happ, Riddle successfully absorbed the souls in the golden cup and the locket. He also wanted to absorb the piece in his body and try to replace the real Voldemort.

Harry also saw Voldemort's madness. He would rather destroy his two Horcruxes with his own hands than compromise.

After that... Harry's expression was stunned. It was too chaotic afterwards. Even the soul fragments in his body were affected. He felt severe pain. Voldemort's residual soul seemed to want to open a door or a big hole in his forehead, and a creepy scream came out of his mouth, but Harry was not sure whether it was his original intention or Voldemort's residual soul.

"Professor Hepple told us," Ron said, "he and Dumbledore worked together to cast a complex spell involving the soul. We don't understand it... but we know it's to protect you from Voldemort's soul fragments--"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help shouting.

"It's okay," Ron seemed to have guessed his thoughts, "Ginny knows it too. There's no way to hide it anymore after such a big thing happened. Dumbledore told her in person..."

He glanced at Harry, who was a little overwhelmed, and continued:

"They said that the soul fragment has awakened in your body. Their method is to make it quiet again. Now it seems to be effective. At least your scar no longer bleeds, but gradually heals..." He nags, as if he thinks he can get away with it this way.

Harry was a little confused.

So, the plan did fail? His identity as a Horcrux did not change. What's worse, the last two Horcruxes were destroyed. He was the only one, the last Horcrux... His throat suddenly choked and he couldn't breathe. A dark thought came to his mind: If he died now, everything would be over.

"Oh, right." Hermione gestured to Ron, pointing to her finger. Ron suddenly realized, "Dumbledore asked us to tell you not to take off the ring on your hand. I guess there is a very powerful protective spell hidden in it." Harry

lowered his head and stared at his left hand, where he wore a rough black gem ring, which he had not noticed before.

It was the Resurrection Stone. Harry's eyes widened. Dumbledore had shown it to him before.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally settled on the most reasonable one. The Resurrection Stone was related to the soul. Dumbledore should think that it could protect himself at the moment, so he put it on his hand. But what he longed for more was another function of the Resurrection Stone, just like the function of the Mirror of Erised, which was much stronger than that...

His heart was pounding.

"Time's up, you guys hurry out!" Madam Pomfrey shouted at them at the door. Hermione, Ginny and Ron stood up. Ginny kissed the corner of Harry's mouth and told him that everything would be fine (Ron turned his head sensitively), and then they said goodbye to Harry and walked towards the door.

Ron lingered, staying behind, and Harry realized that Ginny and Hermione were trying to cooperate. When the others disappeared, Ron turned his head and looked at Harry, his expression hesitant.

"I think I owe you an apology, Harry, I know I've been--"

"Forget it." Harry said immediately.

"No, I will say it!" Ron said loudly, and Harry looked at him, and he himself stuttered.

After a while, Ron said slowly: "There are some problems in my character, sometimes I have some ideas... only occasionally, but when I'm in a particularly bad mood... I just can't control myself, do you understand that feeling?"

"I understand," Harry said calmly while lying on the bed: "Sirius said that I have a stubborn temper, and I like to make decisions alone, the kind that can't be pulled back... but this is my character, it's hard to correct. Even if it really happens, I probably won't realize it."

He said to Ron: "Let me tell you a secret-I have felt the throbbing of Animagus."

"Are you kidding!" Ron shouted in surprise.

"It's true, I did have that feeling, but at the time I wasn't sure if it was a misjudgment, so I planned to wait until everything was safe before telling you, and as you know, I slept in bed for two weeks... If I report it in time, Professor Hep might postpone the plan."

Ron was speechless, he opened his mouth to comfort Harry, but Harry didn't feel much regret in his heart, he just happened to think of it and used this as an excuse. Harry said softly:

"I only know that when I'm in danger, you'll be the first to stand up."

Ron smiled silently at him, his expression relaxed, "I think so too. Well, I mean if I'm in danger - such as being captured by Voldemort, cough, if the war is not over yet - I won't despair, because I know that even if everyone gives up, you will never. I thought of this when I was watching cartoons with Valen. It's really strange, isn't it?"

The door closed, the footsteps gradually disappeared, and the ward was completely quiet.

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a sense of satisfaction and calm after a full meal. The resurrection stone ring on his hand was not so attractive. He felt that what he needed most now was a good sleep, and he gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, Harry opened his eyes and was in better shape than ever before. The light outside reminded him that it was already dusk. The lights were not on in the ward. The slanting afternoon sun shone at his feet, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows. It

was quiet all around. Harry lazily raised his left hand and stared at the black gem ring for a long time, then he pulled his other hand out of the quilt and rubbed it on the surface of the Resurrection Stone like Dumbledore.

"That's not a good idea." A gentle voice suddenly said.

Harry tilted his head to the other side. Dumbledore was sitting on a nearby bed, smiling at him. He sank most of his body into the bed, with his inner knees pressed tightly against the edge of the bed, his body leaning back, and his two long arms supporting the bed.

It was like swinging on a swing.

"I sealed some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone," Dumbledore said, straightening up to face Harry, "You are not suitable for experiencing great joy and sorrow now, and I must say that some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone are too dangerous, and may even be the most dangerous of the three Hallows."

Harry was silent for a while, and put his hand down obediently, but he was disappointed in his heart - he thought he could see his parents today. He didn't ask Dumbledore if he was affected, the answer was obvious. So he asked, "Should I keep wearing it?"

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'll take it back when you're stable." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Would you like one?" He took out two toffees from his pocket.

"Thank you." Harry whispered, he took it, tore open the candy wrapper, put the brown hard candy in his mouth, and the rich sweetness spread in his mouth. They didn't speak for a while, and Dumbledore hummed a tune.

"You know, Harry?" After a while, he suddenly said, "Poppy notified me as soon as you woke up, but I didn't think you would be in a good mood at the time. You know, we didn't get the expected results..." He looked at Harry with a little curiosity.

"I," Harry was speechless, "Voldemort didn't run away, did he?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "He was sealed again." Harry responded in a low voice. "This means--" Dumbledore raised his voice slightly: "It's time to try my method."

"What method?"

"You'll know." Dumbledore smiled and handed Harry another piece of candy. "Blowing Super Bubble Gum?" Harry asked without thinking. Dumbledore blinked at him. "It's also the password for the headmaster's office."

Harry looked at the old man in confusion.

"I plan to give you private lessons. Yes, Harry. This is part of my plan," Dumbledore said as he stood up. "Why not start at eight o'clock on the first Saturday night after you are discharged from the hospital? I have made a lot of preparations. I hope you like it."

He was about to leave, but stopped again.

"Please forgive me for telling Miss Weasley your secret without your permission. Maybe this goes against your original intention, but she cried too much. Keeping it secret is harmful to a relationship..."

Dumbledore pushed open the door and went out.

Harry stared at the Blowing Super Bubble Gum in his hand. He didn't know if this meant a new hope, but in any case, he did become interested in Dumbledore's course.

After a while, a string of bluebell-colored bubbles floated in the ward.


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