[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Then Death stood aside and let the three brothers continue on their way. They talked about the wonderful experience just now, admired Death's gift, and walked forward." Harry continued to read.

After the three brothers separated, the eldest brother who got the elder wand showed off in public how invincible the wand was. He was attacked and killed by another wizard who wanted to steal the wand at night and slit his throat. After the second child returned home, he used the magical resurrection stone to summon the girl he wanted to marry but unfortunately died young.

Tom moved his butt uncomfortably on the sofa and touched his belly - the Resurrection Stone was still heavy in his soul.

And Harry brought his eyes closer to the book and read attentively: "But she was sad and indifferent, and there seemed to be a veil between them..." His voice dropped, "Although she returned to the world , but she doesn't really belong here, she's in pain." Harry paused for a while, but no one urged him. 7K妏揩

"In the end, the second child was tortured by the hopeless desire and went crazy, and committed suicide in order to truly be with her. In this way, the god of death took the second child's life."

Harry put the book down and said, "I don't think there is any need to read any more. You actually just want me to read this paragraph, right?"

"Resurrection from the dead, immortality... these are things that countless mortals dream of." Dumbledore said with an indescribable tone, "But these pursuits will only lead to misfortune in the end, Harry."

Harry's hand slipped into his robe, holding the small glass bottle that he had never dared to leave, the small bottle filled with hope...

"You don't understand," he whispered.

Dumbledore showed a sad smile that made people uncomfortable: "I understand very well, Harry... I have been living with regret my whole life."

Harry didn't know what he was talking about. He suddenly raised his head and glared at Dumbledore, shouting: "But Voldemort is resurrected!"

"Yes, yes... But we all know - even if he didn't say it explicitly," Dumbledore nodded to Tom, "there must be some problem with this resurrection technique..."

"I don't care!" Harry stood up, violent emotions surging in his chest, "I don't care! Even if this resurrection spell can only resurrect my parents for a day, an hour, even for a moment... I don't care. I want to meet them! At least..." His voice choked up, "At least tell them that I love them very much...and miss them very much..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him quietly through his round glasses, and at that moment, his expression seemed to be emptied out.

"I understand, Harry," he said softly.

The office was quiet for a moment. Ron swallowed nervously, not daring to make any sound. Hermione turned her face away as if to cover up and wiped the red corners of her eyes.

Harry collected his emotions, wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand, and sat down again.

"I'm sorry." He said gruffly, "I know there must be a conspiracy... What good intentions can Voldemort have? But I just can't help thinking..." He looked at the old man across the table sincerely, " Is it really impossible?”

"..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them slowly, "Harry," he sighed deeply, "I can only ask for your patience, my child. Since Voldemort has used this resurrection Technique, let us quietly observe what impact it will have later, okay?"

Harry took a deep breath, and the scar on his forehead stung. The unpredictable voice whispered in his head: The old man is just perfunctory... He is trying to hold you back... This old immortal does not approve of anything at all. People use resurrection... You know, you saw it with your own eyes, you heard it with your own ears... Even his brothers didn't have expectations for him...

He already knew that the voice was not his real thoughts, that it was the voice of the haunting Voldemort. His fingers gently rubbed the smooth outer wall of the glass bottle in his robe. The enemy's confusion further proved that this resurrection technique may indeed have some hidden dangers.

He was not afraid of the impact that resurrection would have on himself, but the sentence in "The Story of Three Brothers" kept swirling in his mind: "She was in pain." It would be really painful for the dead soul to return to the human world. ? This was what made him hesitate.

"Okay," Harry finally said, "but here," he pointed at his lightning scar, "Voldemort has been tempting me."

"Please tell me in detail, Harry." Dumbledore's eyes sharpened.

So Harry told Dumbledore all the conversation they had just had about Horcruxes.

Dumbledore pondered, not seeming particularly surprised. His hand subconsciously stroked his strangely shaped wand.

"I have to say, this is very dangerous." The old man said, "I mean you and Tom," Tom showed a somewhat shocked expression, "Both of you are in danger."

"I don't know what you mean, Principal," said Tom.

"Well, have you never considered the connectivity between soul pieces, Tom?" Dumbledore asked.

Tom's expression changed. He remembered that after the diary was sent away, it seemed that the crows did not send messages between them, and the preparations for the Dark Lord's resurrection seemed to be just right...

"Oh," Tom took a deep breath, "It's over."

"Maybe it's not that bad. I believe that Voldemort is not connected to Harry's mind all the time - it is doubtful whether he has discovered this. Voldemort's soul is so incomplete that he will instinctively resist getting close to Harry. That kind of soul is like tongue sticking to frozen steel, skin touching fire... Little Mr. Weasley is right," he glanced at Ron approvingly, "The integrity of the wizard's soul is very important. of."

Tom didn't think the pain was enough to deter a wizard like Voldemort, but he said nothing and accepted Dumbledore's comfort.

"But the danger remains," Hermione said anxiously.

Harry opened his mouth and was about to say the suggestion of "eat", but Dumbledore's penetrating eyes stopped him.

"Don't worry, it's not yet time to consider the possibility of sacrificing part of your soul. Let me think of a way first." Dumbledore stood up, "Well, before that, Harry, I ask you to go to bed every night Clear your mind - you can visit Professor Snape, I will tell him, and you can learn Occlumency to protect the secrets in your mind."

"Uh," Harry opened his mouth stupidly, "brain what?"

"Occlumency," Dumbledore said kindly, "Even if it's for your friends... think about it, what would happen if Voldemort knew that Tom had eaten part of his soul piece?"

Harry's expression became serious, but still a bit sad: "I will definitely try my best! But clear your mind before going to bed..." How can a person clear away distracting thoughts!

Hermione said enthusiastically: "I have some advanced mathematics books there! I can lend them to you for bedtime reading!"

Harry and Ron both looked confused, but Tom couldn't help but laugh.