The next morning, everyone in the school hospital woke up. Tonks lay on the hospital bed, looking at herself wrapped tightly in bandages, feeling extremely regretful.

"I knew this day would come..." She said hopelessly, "Just look at Alastor. He's been gone for a year, and he still hasn't gotten rid of the curse completely."

"Don't talk nonsense." Moody beside her said in a deep voice: "As an Auror, getting injured is inevitable. What does this have to do with the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Then why is Kingsley fine..." Tonks said with a pout.

"Because he is strong enough." Moody said, "Whether it is Kingsley, Remus, or Sirius, they are all at their peak. They have enough energy and reaction ability to deal with the Death Eaters."

"And you too." Moody's tone suddenly became much more serious. "You are too lazy and have not made full use of your advantages. As a natural Metamorphmagus, it is the stupidest thing to do to confront the enemy head-on... Why don't you turn yourself into a Death Eater?

"Also, what about your vigilance? I remember when you first joined the Aurors, I reminded you countless times that you should be prepared to release the Shield Charm at any time during combat..."

The ward seemed to have turned into a classroom. Moody pointed out all the mistakes Tonks had made before without any hesitation, which made Tonks blush.

"Death Eaters all wear black hoods and masks..." She argued, "Our clothes are different, so it doesn't matter even if our appearance changes."

"Ah, really?" Moody said coldly. "I guess I have to go find Minerva. She didn't teach you how to transform your clothes in class."

"I can testify that this is what we learned in the third grade." Kyle, who came to visit them, said with a smile.

To make it more convincing, he took out his wand and lightly tapped the clothes, and the original school uniform robe immediately turned into a pure black cloak of the same style as the Death Eaters.

"Tsk, tsk," said Moody calmly, "I guess I was wrong about Minerva..."

At this time, Tonks had turned her head away and started pretending to sleep, turning a deaf ear to what the two said.

She just wanted to thank Kyle for saving her life, now they are even.

Suddenly, everyone in the ward burst into laughter.

Lupin, who had just come in, heard the laughter in the ward and asked curiously, "Did I miss anything?"

"That's right." Ron said quickly, "Just now Professor Tonks..."

"Yes, assistant. This is very important." Tonks didn't bother pretending to be asleep anymore. She opened her eyes and said loudly, "Also, if you dare to tell me what happened just now, I will give you ten times the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework. I can still do this."

Ron shut up immediately.

"And you too..." She gave Kyle and Hermione another threatening look.

Kyle spread his hands indifferently and wisely did not provoke her any further.

But Lupin didn't seem to particularly want to know the answer. He put the candies he bought from Hogsmeade on the table and said with a smile, "It looks like you've recovered well. I was just discussing with Sirius whether to send you to St. Mungo's."

"Don't do that." Tonks shook her head repeatedly. "I hate the smell of St. Mungo's. This place is pretty good. At least it doesn't have the smell of a mixture of different potions."

"All right then," said Lupin, "if that's OK with Madam Pomfrey."

"I don't want to go to St. Mungo's either," said Ron.

"What Sirius and I said doesn't count." Lupin shook his head. "Where you're going is decided by Arthur and Molly. Oh, they're on their way and should be here soon."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be scolded!" Ron screamed and covered his head with the quilt.

"Hermione..." Lupin continued, "Have you really decided not to tell your parents?"

"Don't do that." Hermione said quickly, "They are all Muggles. They don't understand the situation in the wizarding world at all. Even if they knew, it would only cause more trouble. Besides, I'm almost well. There's really no need to tell them."

"That's... okay."

Lupin hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Hermione was indeed the one with the least injuries among all the people. She could have been discharged from the hospital today, but Madam Pomfrey insisted on letting her stay for a few more days.

"I still want to thank you for saving us, Kyle." At this time, Moody suddenly said: "If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid none of us would have been able to escape."

"It's nothing." Kyle shook his head.

"You really shouldn't be an assistant minister." Moody said with some regret, "The Auror Office is your best choice. You will shine there."

To be honest, Kyle doesn't want to be either the assistant minister or the Auror, but isn't there anything he can do about it?

So without waiting for Moody to continue, Kyle took the initiative to change the subject, looked at Lupin and asked, "Where's Harry? Didn't he come back with you?"

"No." Lupin filled Tonks' empty glass with water. "He said he had something to ask the headmaster and left before you came. He didn't go to Hogsmeade with me."

“I see.”

Kyle didn't find it strange that Harry went to find Dumbledore. Instead, he was a little surprised that Madam Pomfrey let him go. However, it might also be Dumbledore's intention.

Voldemort had drilled into Harry's head, which was at least an enhanced version of the Imperius Curse. If the headmaster hadn't spoken, Madam Pomfrey would never have let him leave.

Soon, Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard from outside.

"You are his older brother, why did you let him go to such a dangerous place?"

Then came the voices of Fred and George.

"Mom, how can we keep an eye on him? He's riding a Thestral..."

"Yeah, we can't just fly out and catch him back..."

"Or break his legs beforehand!"

…

Kyle looked back at Ron. He had already started to shiver and was curled up weakly on the bed.

"You'd better admit your mistake directly." Kyle kindly reminded: "Don't talk about how much you helped, and don't make any excuses. Just apologize, and say as little as possible about other things."

"Ah? Why?" Ron was stunned for a moment. He was just thinking about whether he should exaggerate his role a little more.

After all, they did stop Voldemort's conspiracy this time. Isn't that what the Order of the Phoenix does?

"Because Mr. Weasley should have already said everything you can think of. There is no point in you repeating it."

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. Weasley came rushing in. She looked as though she had been crying, and as soon as she entered she rushed to Ron and lifted him into her arms.

"Luckily you're okay." Mrs. Weasley checked Ron's condition. After she was sure that Ron was in good condition, she suddenly frowned and said, "How dare you go against the Death Eaters...Yesterday the magic clock showed that you and your father were in danger. I almost fainted."

Ron was about to say that he was not alone, but when he thought of Kyle's words, he quickly swallowed it back and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it next time."

Mrs. Weasley, almost in tears again, hugged Ron again.

Mr. Weasley behind him blinked in surprise, but also felt relieved.

"Oh, and you..." After letting go of Ron, Mrs. Weasley turned around and gave Kyle a hug.

"You saved them both, thank you."

"It's nothing..." Kyle shook his head, "And Mrs. Weasley, I have heard such thanks countless times since yesterday. Why can't you say it all at once?"

"That's because we saw you at different times," said Mrs. Weasley, hugging Kyle again and then looking around.

"What about Harry? Didn't Arthur say he was injured too?"

"Harry should be in the headmaster's office," said Lupin. "He seems to have some questions for Dumbledore."

…

At the same time, in the principal's office.

Harry tore his eyes away from the blue figure above the Pensieve.

The entire principal's office was silent, including the portraits on the wall; no one said a word.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Harry didn't know how long it took before he whispered, "Is this the complete prophecy?"

"I don't understand...what does that mean?" Harry thought again of what the blue figure had said just now.

"The man who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches... Born, at the end of July, into a family that has thrice resisted him... the Dark Lord will mark him as his greatest rival..."

"It means," said Dumbledore, "that the only person who could have hoped to defeat Voldemort was born at the end of July nearly sixteen years ago..."

Harry felt something pressing against him and it became difficult to breathe.

"That person is... me?"

A ridiculous idea suddenly occurred to him, but he quickly shook his head... How could it be possible? How could he be Voldemort's rival?

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"If you only look at the first sentence, it may not be you." Dumbledore said softly, "Two boys were born at the end of July that year, one is you, and the other is Neville Longbottom. What's more, your parents are both in the Order of the Phoenix, and both have escaped from Voldemort's hands three times."

"But if Neville also meets the requirements, why is my name written on the prophecy?" Harry frowned.

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"This is the most crucial part of the prophecy." Dumbledore said slowly, "Remember the second part of the prophecy... Voldemort himself will mark him as a powerful enemy. In other words, he chose you instead of Neville."

"But professor, is there something wrong?" Harry still couldn't understand, "I am no match for Voldemort. He can even easily...control me."

"Perhaps it is not that easy." Dumbledore waved his wand, and the figure on the Pensieve turned back into a ray of silver light.

"You have a power that Voldemort does not have, and it was this power that prompted you to go to the Department of Mysteries last night to rescue Sirius.

"I've thought about it. Even if I don't take action, you can still use your heart to break free from Voldemort's control."

Could he escape Voldemort's control on his own? To be honest, Harry himself didn't quite believe he could do it.

But speaking of this, he quickly remembered another thing.

"Wait, Professor." Harry said, "I remember Kyle was also born at the end of July. Could he be the one mentioned in the prophecy? After all, the prophecy only mentioned the month of birth?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I have had this thought before, but I'm afraid it's not the case."

"Why?"

"It's still because of the second prophecy." Dumbledore looked at Harry, or to be more precise, at the scar on his forehead.

"Voldemort will mark his enemies with his own hands. This is the core part of the prophecy. When he left this scar on you, he had actually chosen his opponent."

"More importantly, Neville and Kyle are both pure-blood wizards. Only you and Voldemort are half-bloods... Oh, and because your mother, Lily Evans, comes from a Muggle family, strictly speaking, you are not a true pure-blood."

"I know that." Harry said. He didn't want to be a pure-blood wizard because of some people in Slytherin.

"But what does this have to do with whether I am half-blood?"

"Because Voldemort is also a half-blood." Dumbledore said, "Although he always believes that only pure-bloods are real wizards, his father is indeed a Muggle, which I believe you also know.

"Perhaps because of our common identity, he can see himself in you."

"Me and Voldemort, the same?" Harry felt even colder and even a little stiff.

"That's just what he thinks," said Dumbledore. "We all know that you are nothing like Voldemort."

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

Harry didn't listen to what Dumbledore said, but frantically denied this statement in his heart and tried to find more favorable evidence.

"Oh, right, the prophecy..." He suddenly thought of something and said loudly, "When the prophecy ball was broken before, we heard a sentence, but the content is completely different from what we heard just now. You must have made a mistake."

"Oh?" Dumbledore showed a surprised expression for the first time.

"What did you hear?"

Harry thought carefully, "It seems that at the moment of deciding the outcome, someone new will appear...

"It was too chaotic at the time, with screams everywhere. I didn't hear what happened afterwards, but you can ask Kyle and Mr. Weasley, they were also nearby."

Dumbledore said nothing, but stared into the Pensieve, seemingly lost in thought.

"Professor," Harry asked cautiously, "you must have made a mistake, right? This sentence was not included in what we just heard."

"Harry, the strange thing is that this sentence actually exists." Dumbledore waved the golem again, and the figure that had disappeared before reappeared on the Pensieve.

"The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches..."

It was the same words. Harry was about to say something after hearing them, but he saw Dumbledore shaking his head.

"Wait a moment, keep listening and be quiet."

All Harry could do was shut up and wait.

After a moment, he saw the figure open its mouth again, but it only made a buzzing sound like a bee.

"What did she say?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I don't know," said Dumbledore. "Because that's what I heard. That part of the prophecy was hidden."

"The prophecy can still be hidden."

"Of course." Dumbledore came to the window and murmured, "I was confused at the time, but then I figured it out.

"This prophecy is like the Black Lake. I saw it in winter, so I could only see part of it. As for what's in the lake, we can only know when the ice melts in the spring."

"Is it time?" Harry asked uncertainly.

"That's right," said Dumbledore, "Only when the time comes will this prophecy be complete.

"You really don't remember what you said afterwards?"

Harry tried to recall for a moment, "I'm sorry Professor... it was really confusing."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore shook his head. "Perhaps we are destined not to hear the complete prophecy."

The principal's office fell silent again.

But unlike before, Harry noticed that the people in the portrait were no longer pretending to sleep, but gathered together whispering, as if they were equally interested in this so-called prophecy.

A long time later, Harry heard a noisy sound coming from somewhere outside the headmaster's office. It should be someone getting ready to go to the hall for lunch.

After realizing this, Harry suddenly felt a little hungry.

As he had many doubts in his mind, he had not eaten in the morning. Now he felt dizzy and his legs were a little weak.

"Oh, has it been that long?" Dumbledore turned around and said, "If you have nothing else to do, you can go to the Great Hall for lunch. There are fried pork chops and egg custard tarts for lunch today, which I personally like very much. But don't eat too much, don't forget that you still have to participate in the competition in the afternoon."

"Contest?"

"Quidditch match," Dumbledore said. "Have you forgotten? This afternoon is the final between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The outcome of this match will determine who gets the Quidditch Cup."

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed.

He remembered that the game was originally supposed to be held in early June, but for unknown reasons, it was changed to after the exams.

"Goodbye, Professor." Harry was about to run out, but when he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Professor, can Ron be discharged early? He is our Gryffindor goalkeeper."

"You should ask Madam Pomfrey about this," Dumbledore said, "but I think she is unlikely to agree, so you'd better choose a new goalkeeper.

Moreover, Weasley had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. Even if he was discharged from the hospital, he probably wouldn't be able to recover to his best condition in a short period of time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry rushed out of the headmaster's office.

At this moment, he no longer cared about any predictions. He just hoped to choose a new goalkeeper in the two hours before the game started.

(End of this chapter)