"He is very angry!"

Harry suddenly opened his eyes, pulling himself suddenly back to his current reality. At the moment, he was sitting in an armchair in Dumbledore's office, and Dumbledore was leaning over to look at him.

"Voldemort encountered too many grievances tonight."

Dumbledore waved his wand, conjured a glass of butterbeer out of thin air and handed it to Harry, and explained with a smile, "After all, I think he must be very angry that you ruined the plan for half a year. However, Harry, I I still hope you can shut down your brain."

"It's not easy, Albert is right, I'm not gifted at Occlumency." Harry didn't think it was such a bad thing to be able to feel Voldemort's emotions, at least he could get a lot out of it useful information.

"That's his excuse for being too lazy to teach you," Dumbledore comforted. "As long as you study hard, you can always learn. It depends on your attitude towards this matter."

"Maybe, but that guy rarely lies."

Harry had long realized that he had little talent for Occlumency.

"Maybe it's time." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Maybe, I should tell you what you need to know."

"That prophecy?"

Harry asked curiously, taking a sip of butterbeer.

He guessed right, Dumbledore really knew the contents of the prophecy ball.

"Yes, it has something to do with that prophecy," Dumbledore nodded. "As you think, I do know the full content of the prophecy."

"Is this really good?" Harry asked his own doubts, "If Voldemort keeps peeping at my brain, maybe he can really dig out this part of the memory."

"Possibly, but he wouldn't do that."

"why?"

"Remember Quirrell?" Dumbledore explained. "Your soul is too hot for Voldemort, like putting your hand on a red-hot iron."

"But he could still spy on you through my eyes before," Harry reminded.

"Yes, he actually wants me to give up and sacrifice you, but you have overcome Voldemort's influence on you." Dumbledore said calmly: "Now I can feel that voyeurism disappear, Voldemort obviously give up."

"That's the effect of the Fuling agent."

"But Voldemort doesn't know, he trusts his own judgment more." Dumbledore said softly, "This is the arrogance of genius."

"Albert is like that too?"

Harry recalled the Albert he knew, and found that this was true. Albert was always confident.

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the black cabinet beside the Phoenix Perch, took out the shallow Pensieve from the cabinet and placed it in front of Harry, and pulled out a few strands of silver thought fibers from his brain and put them into meditation in the basin.

The liquid in the Pensieve began to swirl, and a figure appeared on the water, whom Harry recognized, Sybill Trelawney.

The divination professor in the Pensieve was in a weird state that Harry had seen before, and she was giving a prophecy.

"He who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... Born into a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born in the seventh month... The Dark Lord marks him as his rival, but he has the Dark Lord's The energies of understanding...one must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives...the one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

The office was dead silent.

"So, I have to kill Voldemort?"

Harry was the first to break the silence and looked up at Dumbledore.

"This is not an easy task. Voldemort is much stronger than me. Maybe I should give this title of savior to Albert. He might have a way to kill Voldemort."

After noticing Dumbledore's gaze, Harry shrugged and said, "Okay, I'm just kidding, Voldemort knows this prophecy?"

"No, Voldemort must know there is such a prophecy and know the general content, otherwise he will not come to kill me, but he should not know the whole content, so he hopes to get the prophecy ball, but that thing has been destroyed by me already."

"Yes, he knows a small part of the front."

"At that time, I went to see an applicant who wanted to be a professor of divination. I think you should know that there are very few wizards who are really good at divination, and the applicant happened to be the great-great-granddaughter of a very well-known and talented prophet. Although it seemed to me that she did not inherit that talent for divination at all, I went to meet her out of courtesy."

Dumbledore looked at the Pensieve, lost in fleeting memories.

"But I never dreamed that I would hear some very valuable prophecy. It's a pity that in a place like the Pig's Head, you can't expect the conversation to be kept secret, and there is a person hiding outside and eavesdropping, although he quickly Was found and thrown out of the bar.

"Who eavesdropped on this prophecy," Harry asked suddenly. "That guy must be a Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew?"

"I thought you would pay more attention to the content of the prophecy." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

After realizing that Dumbledore didn't intend to tell him who the guy who eavesdropped on the prophecy was, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped looking further, because he knew that Dumbledore probably wouldn't say it, and if it was really necessary, he could spend a little more time. Garen asked Albert to help find the guy.

"So, after Voldemort heard the prophecy, he came to kill me." Harry couldn't help complaining.

"Yes, but he failed because he didn't hear the prophecy that followed, Voldemort never knew that attacking you was a dangerous thing, otherwise he wouldn't have risked transmitting energy to you to attack you, and We should be patient and wait until we have more information."

"Perhaps, he was probably afraid that it would be too late. Now that he kills people, there will be no more trouble." Harry could understand Voldemort's thinking mode and stifle danger in the cradle. many.

"I think the energy in the prophecy that the Dark Lord doesn't understand makes Voldemort feel threatened." Dumbledore explained, "Voldemort has dabbled in many aspects. Maybe he can't predict, but he must know the prophecy. When someone When he told him the prophecy, maybe he didn't take it seriously at first, but after parts of the prophecy came true, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore... He would never allow the prophecy to come true, so he took action."

"Do I have that kind of thing?" Harry asked curiously.

"Of course you have Harry."

"courage?"

"No, I love Harry," said Dumbledore gently.

"Love?" Harry grumbled. "It's so hard to understand."

"Your mother sacrificed herself to save you, and that's the power of love," Dumbledore said softly, "and Voldemort had no love at all, not at all."

"He's such a poor fellow," Harry muttered.

"Yes, he is pitiful, but he is not worthy of sympathy."

"However, I still think the prophecy is very unreliable. Neville is also at the end of July, and his family is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Although I don't know if they can defeat Voldemort three times, I think my father probably can't. This is probably referring to foil Voldemort's plot."

"Besides, Voldemort still believes in such unreliable predictions, is he an idiot? Any guy in his right mind knows that Sybill Trelawney is a liar, otherwise how could a powerful master of prophecy be so impoverished as a pig's head What kind of **** place in a bar? You know that Albert's prediction is the starting price of hundreds of Galleons."

Facing Harry's complaints, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence again.

"He didn't know that the prophecy was made by Sybill, and maybe the person who told him the prophecy didn't know either." Dumbledore said softly: "It may have something to do with me, because in Voldemort's knowledge, this prophecy is my Looking for someone to do it, maybe he misunderstood that I was trying to find someone to deal with him. But you're right, there were two kids who fit that prophecy."

"Me and Neville?" Harry was a little surprised, but even more confused. "And Voldemort chose me? Or he actually wanted to kill both of them, and I was just the unlucky guy who was the first to be chosen by him. ?"

"Voldemort chose you probably because you are half-blooded, just like him." Dumbledore explained: "According to his creed, only pure-blood wizards have the value of existence."

"He's a half-blood himself, is he pretending to be pure-blood?" Harry wanted to complain about Voldemort's values. "If only pure-blood wizards have the value of existence, why didn't he die himself."

Dumbledore didn't care about Harry's complaints, and said to himself, "Unfortunately, Voldemort chose you first and paid a heavy price for it, so Voldemort believed that you were the person in the prophecy, and after Voldemort attacked After you failed, the official records were relabeled."

"A few hours after Voldemort was defeated, his supporters are still at large, they are brutal outlaws, and I don't think it will take long for them to find out the news of Voldemort's disappearance after going to Potter's house, you Your situation is more dangerous than anyone else's," Dumbledore continued. "My first priority is to keep you alive, because I don't believe Voldemort is going to die, he has a vast knowledge of magic and there is always a way to save his life. In fact, he is not dead, and he will still come back one day."

"Your mother's sacrifice made blood ties my best choice," Dumbledore looked at Harry's eyes and explained calmly: "So, I choose to be raised by your uncle and aunt, not by other wizarding families. You, I think you must have similar doubts."

"Yes." Harry said without hesitation. "They hated me, and I hated them. Before I went to Hogwarts, my life was terrible, when I dreamed of leaving that house."

"Sorry, I know that many wizarding families are not only willing to adopt you, but also want to raise you as their own son, but I need you to stay away from the magic world, stay away from all this, and grow up smoothly." Dumbledore felt a little guilty. said, "Although your childhood may have been unpleasant, at least you're alive and living like a normal kid, not a spoiled little prince like James. In fact, you should have seen There are many similar cases."

"Draco Malfoy, and Dudley." Harry curled his lips. From Snape's memory, he knew what kind of guy his father was. To be honest, he didn't like James at that time. .

"When I saw you again at the opening ceremony, you were at least healthy and alive, and I was also very proud of you for what you did next. You stopped Voldemort from taking the Philosopher's Stone and delayed his recovery. time."

"At the time, I said to myself, you're too young to know this, because those are unacceptable for a child your size."

Harry fell into a brief silence again, and he could feel that Dumbledore had been silently guiding his growth, at least it must have been the case with the Philosopher's Stone.

A simple experiment, no doubt successful.

Harry wasn't angry because of it, maybe it was because he had already experienced it, or maybe the effect of the Flux was still there.

"Perhaps, you've wondered why I didn't pick you as prefect, and I have to admit that you already have too many responsibilities. I've told myself time and time again that you're too young and keep making excuses for yourself. Dumbledore's eyes flashed with relief: "Perhaps, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com My thanks to Anderson, he made you grow up completely, just now, I realized that you are ready, And I must tell you these secrets as soon as possible, and let you take on this burden, rather than waiting for you to graduate from Hogwarts, because Voldemort has been resurrected and it is too late."

"But how did I defeat Voldemort, how did I kill him, and I couldn't even do the Avada Sorrow." Harry asked in confusion.

"Don't worry, I will give you a separate class next semester and teach you something."

"Separate class?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Sir, what will you teach me, the powerful magic that can kill Voldemort?"

"Oh, this is a secret for now, I suggest you focus on the next owls exam first." Dumbledore said lightly, "I heard that you want to be an Auror in the future."

"It's not easy," Harry muttered.

"You should have confidence in yourself," said Dumbledore suddenly. "Oh, by the way, one more thing. I think you need friends, Harry. Miss Lanjie relaxes in front of her, you will hurt their feelings by hiding such an important matter from them."

"Can I tell Sirius?" Harry asked expectantly.

"Sirius has the right to know." Dumbledore said, "I will tell him this personally."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and said to Dumbledore, "Then I'll go first."

As he was leaving the headmaster's office, Harry saw Hermione and Ron waving at him, with Sirius standing behind them smiling at him.