Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

The last bit of the setting sun is sinking below the horizon, the red light is gradually fading from the treetops, only the blue sky illuminates the figures of the six people standing on the dry grass covered with snow, next to an empty cage with an empty cloak at the bottom Tattered cloak.

Harry felt himself... well, normal again.Reasonable.The spell didn't erase the day, it didn't erase the damage it caused, it didn't heal the wound completely, but his wound was... bandaged and started to heal?The feeling is hard to describe.

Dumbledore looked better, too, but he hadn't fully recovered.The old wizard turned his head away for a moment, exchanged glances with Professor Quirrell, and looked back at Harry. "Harry," said Dumbledore, "are you about to collapse from exhaustion, and possibly die?"

"Oddly, no," said Harry, "it did cost me a bit, but it was a lot less than I expected." Or maybe while it was consuming, it was also giving back..." To be honest, I guess my body It almost fell to the ground with a bang."

Immediately there was a bang, and there was the sound of the body falling firmly to the ground.

"Thank you for clearing this up, Quirinus," said Dumbledore to Professor Quirrell, standing behind three unconscious Aurors. "I admit I'm still a little tired. But I'll cast Memory myself Spell."

Professor Quirrell bowed his head, and then turned to Harry, "I'll save a lot of useless exclamation," Professor Quirrell said, "Even Merlin himself can't do it. Let's jump straight to the end." Important question. For dear Coiled Snake's sake, what the hell is that?"

"The Patronus Charm," said Harry, "version 2.0."

"I'm glad you're your usual self again," said Dumbledore, "but you're not allowed to go anywhere until you tell me what this warm, happy thought is, young Ravenclaw."

"Hmm..." said Harry, tapping his finger on his cheek thoughtfully, "I was wondering if I should say it?"

Professor Quirrell suddenly grinned.

"Please?" said the Headmaster, "Please tell me?"

Harry felt an impulse and decided to obey it.It was dangerous, but he might never have a better chance.

"Three cans of drink," Harry said into his pouch, before looking up at the Defense Professor and Headmaster at Hogwarts. "Gentlemen," said Harry, "I bought these drinks on Platform Nine and Three Quarters on my Hogwarts entry day. I kept them for special occasions; A little spell to make sure you drink it at the right time. These are the last few cans, but I don't think there's going to be a better one. Come on?"

Dumbledore took one from Harry, and Harry threw another at Professor Quirrell.The two older men each said the same incantation silently to the jar in their hands, and they both frowned at the result.As far as Harry was concerned, he just opened the drink and took a sip.

The Hogwarts defense professor and headmaster followed suit politely.

Harry said, "What I was thinking was, I would never accept that death is the order of nature."

It might not be the warm emotion you need to cast the Patronus Charm, but it's still top ten for Harry.

As the joke tea spilled by the Defense Professor and the Headmaster faded away, the expressions on their faces made Harry a little nervous; but then they each glanced at each other, clearly deciding at the same time that Harry couldn't be seen in each other's presence. Leigh does anything really excessive.

"Mr. Potter," said Professor Quirrell, "even I know that the principle of the Patronus Charm is not like this."

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "explain."

Harry opened his mouth, then, when he realized it, quickly shut it again.Godric hadn't told anyone, and Rowena hadn't if she knew; God knows how many other wizards had found out about the secret, but they'd all kept silent.If you know what you're trying to do, it's impossible to forget; once you understand how the spell works, you'll never be able to summon a Patronus in animal form -- and most wizards aren't properly educated to Confront the dementors and destroy them—

"Well, I'm sorry," said Harry, "but it just occurred to me just now that explaining something before you figure it out yourself is a very bad idea."

"Is that true, Harry?" said Dumbledore slowly, "or are you just trying to be wise—"

"Principal!" said Professor Quirrell, sounding very shocked. "Mr. Potter has already told you, you can't tell this spell to someone who can't cast it! You can't put pressure on a wizard about this kind of thing!"

"If I told you—" Harry began.

"No," said Professor Quirrell in a stern tone, "you don't have to tell us why, Mr. Potter, you just say we can't know. If you want to design a reminder, please design it carefully in your free time, not in the middle of the conversation." Think about it temporarily."

Harry nodded.

"But," said the Headmaster, "but, how am I going to tell the Ministry? You can't lose a Dementor!"

"Tell them I ate it," said Professor Quirrell. Harry had just taken a sip of his drink absent-mindedly and couldn't help but choke. "I don't mind. Shall we go back, Mr. Potter?"

The two began walking down the dirt road back to Hogwarts, leaving Albus Dumbledore behind, staring alone at the empty cage and the three sleeping Aurors still in need of memory spells.

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Aftermath, Harry Potter and Professor Quirrell:

The two walked forward for a while before Professor Quirrell began to speak, and at the same time as he spoke, the background noise completely disappeared.

"You are so good at killing, my student," said Professor Quirrell.

"Thank you," said Harry sincerely.

"I don't mean to pry," said Professor Quirrell, "but in case the only person you don't trust is the Headmaster, and you don't want to reveal this secret to him...?"

Harry thought about it.Professor Quirrell couldn't cast the Patronus Charm in animal form anyway.

But a secret could never be taken back, and Harry had learned quickly that he should at least think about it before revealing it to the outside world.

Harry shook his head, and Professor Quirrell nodded in acceptance.

"Out of curiosity, Professor Quirrell," Harry asked, "if you were part of a plot to bring dementors to Hogwarts, what would be the purpose of the plot?"

"Assassinate Dumbledore while he is weak," Professor Quirrell replied without hesitation, "Well. The headmaster told you that he doubted me?"

Harry was silent for a second, considering his answer, then realized he had already, and gave up.

"Interesting..." Professor Quirrell said, "Mr. Potter, what happened today may indeed be a conspiracy. It may be an accident that your wand fell so close to the dementor's cage. But it may also be because An Auror was cast with a spell of incapacity, confusion, or legilimency, which caused this situation. In your calculations, Professor Flitwick and I are not exempt from suspicion. In addition, Professor Snape canceled today's All classes, and I suspect he's strong enough to cast the Disillusionment Charm; the Aurors tested the Disillusionment Charm at first, but didn't double-check it right away when it was your turn. But the simplest explanation, Mr Potter, is that This conspiracy may have been planned by Dumbledore himself; and if it was really him, hey, he probably had already prepared in advance to draw your suspicions in other directions."

They went on for a few steps.

"But why would he do that?" Harry asked.

The defense professor was silent for a while, then asked, "Mr. Potter, how many measures have you taken to investigate the headmaster's character?"

"Not much," said Harry.He's only recently realized that... "It's not enough."

"Then I say," said Professor Quirrell, "that if you want to know a man completely, you can't just ask his friends."

Now it was Harry's turn to walk silently down the dirt road to Hogwarts for a while.He should have thought of that earlier.In terms of terminology, this is called confirmation bias [1], and one of the meanings is that when you choose sources of information, you usually tend to choose sources of information that agree with your current opinion.

"Thank you," said Harry, "actually... I haven't said it before, have I? Thank you for everything you've done for me. If any more dementors threaten you, or for that matter, annoy you , please tell me, and I'll let it meet that glowing gentleman just now. I don't like dementors to annoy my friends, even a little bit."

Professor Quirrell glanced at him incredulously. "Did you kill that dementor because it threatened me?"

"Well," said Harry, "actually I decided before then, but yes, that's reason enough in itself."

"I see," said Professor Quirrell, "and if your spell doesn't kill the dementor, how will you deal with its threat to me?"

"Alternative solution," said Harry, "is to cage the dementor in a dense, high-melting metal cage, such as tungsten, and throw it into an active volcano, hoping it will fall into the mantle. Ah, the whole planet Beneath the crust is molten magma—”

"Well," said Professor Quirrell, "I know." The Defense Professor had a very strange smile on his face. "I should have thought of it myself, all things considered. Tell me, Mr. Potter, if you wanted to throw something away so that no one could find it, where would you put it?"

Harry considered the question for a moment. "Guess I shouldn't ask you what you need to throw away—"

"That's right," said Professor Quirrell, as Harry had expected; and then, "Maybe I'll tell you when you're older," which Harry hadn't expected.

"Well," Harry said, "instead of trying to send it to the molten core of the earth, you could also bury it in some random place, in rocks 1000 meters underground - if you can teleport blindly, then Teleport in; or drill a hole and patch it later; the point is not to leave any traces pointing there, so it's just some nondescript cubic meter in the crust. You can also throw it in The Mariana Trench,[2] the deepest place in the planet's ocean - or just pick any individual trench so it's less noticeable. If you can make it float and become invisible, then you can throw it into the stratosphere ...or ideally, you could send it into space, put a cloak on it to keep it from being seen, give it a random acceleration parameter, and let it fly out of the solar system. After that, of course, You have to forget yourself so much that even you don't know where it is."

The Defense Professor laughed, which sounded even weirder than his smile.

"Professor Quirrell?" Harry said.

"Excellent advice all," said Professor Quirrell, "but tell me, Mr. Potter, why these five?"

"Huh?" Harry replied. "Those seem like the most obvious solutions."

"Oh?" said Professor Quirrell, "but you know, there's an interesting pattern in it. Maybe you could say it's like a riddle. I must admit, Mr. Potter, that despite all the ups and downs, the overall Said, today is really an unexpectedly good day."

They continued walking along the road to the gates of Hogwarts, at a great distance from each other; Harry was subconsciously keeping his distance from the Defense professor so as not to trigger that sense of impending doom; Especially now.

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Aftermath, Daphne Greengrass:

Hermione refused to answer any questions, and as soon as they reached the fork into the Slytherin Vaults, Daphne and Tracy broke up with everyone and hurried back as fast as they could.Rumors at Hogwarts traveled fast, so they had to go back to the dungeons immediately if they wanted to be the first to tell everyone what had happened.

"Now remember," said Daphne, "don't tell the kiss right after you go in, you know? It would be better if we told the whole story in order."

Tracy nodded excitedly.

The moment they entered the Slytherin common room, Tracy Davis took a deep breath and shouted, "Everyone! Harry Potter couldn't cast the Patronus Charm and was almost eaten by a dementor Dropped, Professor Quirrell rescued him, but Potter turned all kinds of evil, until Granger brought him back with a kiss! This must be true love!"

This is barely a sequential storytelling, Daphne thought.

The news did not have the desired effect.Most of the girls glanced at them, still sitting on the sofa, while the boys just continued to sit on the chairs and read.

"Well," Pansy said sourly, leaning back with Gregory's feet on her, reading what appeared to be a toddler coloring book, "Millison already told us."

how is this possible--

"Why don't you kiss him first, Tracy?" said Flora Carlo and Hestia Carlo, seated in their chairs. "Now Potter is marrying a mudblood girl! If you kiss In his case, his true love is you, and you can marry into a rich noble family or something like that!"

Tracy's face was belatedly shocked.

"What?" Daphne screamed, "That's not how love works!"

"Of course it is," asserted Millicent, who was facing a window, looking out at the swirling waters of Hogwarts Lake, and practicing some spell, "The first kiss gets the prince."

"This wasn't their first kiss!" Daphne yelled. "Hermione is already his true love! That's why she brought him back!" As I said, you have to talk to whoever you are talking to.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" Gregory said, pulling his foot back from Pansy's lap. "What's the matter? Miss Burst didn't mention that part."

Now all the others turned their eyes to Daphne.

"Well, yeah," said Daphne, "Harry pushed her away and yelled, 'Told you, no kissing!' And then Harry screamed like he was dying, and Fox started singing to him— —Actually, I don’t remember the exact order—”

"I don't think it sounds like true love," the Carroll twins said. "It sounds like he was kissed by the wrong person."

"Should have been mine," Tracy whispered, still shocked, "I was his true love. Harry Potter was my general. I should, I should have fought Granger for him— —”

Daphne turned to Tracy, annoyed. "You? Stolen Harry from Hermione?"

"That's right!" Tracy said. "Me!"

"You're crazy," Daphne said flatly. "Even if you did kiss him first, do you know what you'd be? That pathetic little girl who died at the end of Act Two."

"You take that back!" Tracy yelled.

At the same time, Gregory walked across the room to Vincent who was doing his homework. "Mr. Crabbe," whispered Gregory, "I think Mr. Malfoy needs to know about this."

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Aftermath, Hermione Granger:

Hermione stared at the paper dripping with sealing wax, on which only the number 42 was etched. [2]

I know why we can't cast the Patronus Charm, Hermione, it has nothing to do with our being happy enough.But I can't tell you.I can't even speak to the principal.The secrecy of this matter must be kept even tighter than that of partial Transfiguration, at least for now.But just in case you ever need to fight dementors, I've written the secret down cryptically, if someone doesn't know it's a secret about dementors and the Patronus, they won't understand what it means ...

She told Harry that she saw him dying, and Mom and Dad were dying, and all her friends were dying, and everyone was dying.She didn't tell him the horror of her dying alone, somehow that was still too painful.

Harry told her that he remembered how his parents died, and he just thought it was funny.

There is no light where the dementors take you, Hermione.Not warm.no concern.There, you can't even comprehend happiness.The pain is still there, the fear is still there, and it can still drive you.You can hate, and have fun destroying what you hate.You can laugh when you see other people suffering.But you'll never be happy, or even remember what you've lost... I don't think I'll ever be able to describe the place you saved me from.I'm usually ashamed of being a nuisance, and I usually can't stand people making sacrifices for me, but just for once, I want to say, no matter how much you pay for kissing me, please don't for a second Doubt, you are doing the right thing.

Hermione didn't realize how little the dementors had touched her, how tiny and superficial the darkness they'd brought her.

She saw everyone dying, but could still feel the pain.

Hermione put the paper in the pouch, like a good girl should.

In fact, she really wanted to read it.

She is terrified of dementors.

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Aftermath, Minerva McGonagall:

She felt frozen; she shouldn't have been this shocked, she shouldn't have felt this hard to face Harry, and yet after all he'd been through... She had searched the little boy's face for the camera signs of a soul, but none were found.But when he asked such an ominous question, his tone was so calm that she didn't know why it worried her deeply. "Mr. Potter, without the principal's permission, I can't tell you such a thing!"

The expression of the boy sitting in her office didn't change at all. "I did not wish to alarm the Headmaster on this matter," said Harry Potter quietly. "In fact, I insisted not to alarm him, and you promised to keep our conversation private. Let me put it this way. I know There is indeed a prophecy. I know you heard it from Professor Trelawney in the first place. I know that the prophecy points to James and Lily's child being a threat to the Dark Lord. And I know who I am, everyone actually knows Who am I, so you won't give away anything new or dangerous if you just tell me this: What are the exact words in the part where I - James and Lily's child - are pointed out ?”

Trelawney's hollow voice echoed in her head—

Born of parents who had defended him three times, born when the seventh month vanished...

"Harry," said Professor McGonagall, "there's no way I'm going to tell you that!" Harry already knew so much that she felt chills in her bones, and she couldn't imagine how Harry had found out—

The boy looked at her with strange and sad eyes. "Can't you even sneeze without the headmaster's permission, Professor McGonagall? I assure you, I do have good reasons for asking this question, and good reasons for asking to keep it secret."

"Please don't, Harry," she whispered.

"Okay," said Harry, "just a quick question. Okay. Is the Potter family mentioned in the prophecy? Is the word 'Potter' in the prophecy?"

She stared at Harry for a moment.She didn't know why she felt this way, and she didn't know where it came from, but she felt that this moment was crucial, and she couldn't easily refuse this request, nor could she easily agree to—

"No," she said at last, "Harry, please stop asking."

The boy smiled, looking a little sad, and said, "Thank you, Minerva. You are a kind and loyal woman."

She opened her mouth in amazement, but before Harry Potter could close it, he stood up and left her office; it was only then that she realized that Harry had taken her refusal for an answer, and the real answer was ——[4]

Harry closed the door behind him.

The whole logic lay before him, strangely clear like a diamond.Harry couldn't remember if he had thought of it while Fox was singing, or if it had occurred before that.

Voldemort killed James Potter.He had wanted to spare Lily Potter's life.Therefore, the only purpose of his continuing attacks is to kill their infant children.

The Dark Lord is generally not afraid of babies.

So there's a prophecy pointing out Harry Potter's danger to Voldemort, and Voldemort knows about it.

"I've given you this precious chance to escape. But I won't bother to subdue you, and your death won't save your children. Stand back, stupid woman, if you have any sense!"

Was he giving her this opportunity on a whim?But if that was the case, Voldemort would not have tried to persuade her.Was the prophecy warning Voldemort not to kill Lily Potter?If so, Voldemort would have taken pains to subdue her.Voldemort had been slightly inclined not to kill Lily Potter.This tendency is stronger than a whim, but not enough to warrant a warning.

Now suppose that an insignificant ally or servant of Voldemort, someone useful to him but not irreplaceable, begs the Dark Lord not to kill Lily.Spare Lily, but don't spare James.

This man knew Voldemort was going to attack the Potters.He knew the prophecy, and knew that the Dark Lord knew it too.Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to intercede for Lily.

According to Professor McGonagall, besides her, only Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape knew about the prophecy.

Severus Snape, he loved Lily before she became Lily Potter, and he hated James.

So, it was Severus who heard about the prophecy and told the Dark Lord.He did this because Potter's name was not directly mentioned in the prophecy.It was a riddle, and it was too late for Severus to solve it.

But if it was Severus who first heard the prophecy and leaked it to the Dark Lord, why did he tell Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall at the same time?

So, it was either Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall who heard the prophecy first.

There is no apparent reason that the Headmaster of Hogwarts needs to tell the Transfiguration professor an extremely sensitive and crucial prophecy.But the Transfiguration professor had every reason to tell the Headmaster.

Therefore, it is very likely that Professor McGonagall was the first to hear this prophecy.

The prior probability holds that the prophecy was made by the resident prophet of Hogwarts, Professor Trelawney.Prophets are rare, so if you count the amount of time Professor McGonagall has spent with Prophets in his life, most of them should have been with Trelawney.

Professor McGonagall told Dumbledore the prophecy, and would not tell anyone else without permission.

So, it was Albus Dumbledore who arranged for Severus Snape to somehow learn of the prophecy.Dumbledore himself succeeded in understanding the meaning of the prophecy; otherwise he would not have chosen Severus, the man who once loved Lily, as his intermediary.

Dumbledore deliberately arranged for Voldemort to hear the prophecy, hoping to lure him to his doom.Perhaps Dumbledore purposely let Severus only hear part of the prophecy, or maybe there were other prophecies that Severus was unaware of... Somehow, Dumbledore knew, attacking the Potters immediately would still cause Voldemort to An immediate failure, although Voldemort himself did not believe it.Or maybe it's just Dumbledore's insanity and penchant for grotesque schemes, but he just happened to be lucky...

Severus had defected to Dumbledore after the fact; the Death Eaters might not have been kind to Severus if Dumbledore had revealed his role in the Dark Lord's defeat.

Dumbledore tried to save Harry's mother's life.But this part of the plan failed.And he deliberately caused James Potter's death.

Dumbledore is responsible for the death of Harry's parents.If this series of reasoning is correct.To be fair, Harry couldn't say it was inexcusable, given how successfully this choice ended the Wizarding Wars.But even so, it somehow... bothered him a lot.

So it's time to ask Draco Malfoy, in fact he should have asked, what the other side of the war has to say about the character of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore What opinion.

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[1] Confirmation bias: baike.baidu/view/5390531.htm

[2] Mariana Trench: The deepest trench currently known, with a maximum depth of 10 meters below sea level: baike.baidu/view/911.htm

[3］42：在《银河系漫游指南》系列中，42这个数字是“对生命，宇宙以及一切的最终问题的答案”：en.wikipedia/wiki/Phrases＿from＿The＿Hitchhiker%27s＿Guide＿to＿the＿Galaxy#Answer＿to＿the＿Ultimate＿Question＿of＿Life.2C＿the＿Universe.2C＿and＿Everything＿.2842.29

[4]: What Professor McGonagall said was "no", which can also be understood as "no" in English.Harry mistook Professor McGonagall for answering his question, when the real answer was no (the word Potter was not mentioned in the prophecy).