Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

Harry walked into the hall, just looked around, grabbed some food with enough calories to keep him alive, went out, put on the cloak again, and found a corner to eat.Looking at the students sitting at the long table——

Feeling disgusted when you look at other humans is not a good sign, Hufflepuff said, and it would be unreasonable to blame them for not having the same opportunity as you to learn what you did.Inaction in an emergency has nothing to do with selfishness.This is a normalizing bias[1], just like the plane crash in Tene-whata[2], only a few people got out and escaped, but most people just sat still in their seats, and their The plane was literally on fire.Look at how long it took even you to actually get moving.

Hatred is meaningless, said Gryffindor.It just destroys your altruism.

Try to find a training method you can use to prevent this from happening again, says Ravenclaw.

I'm going to record experimental predictions, said Slytherin, that we always happen to observe inferences based on the assumption that people can't be saved, taught, and never help us in important things.Also, we need to figure out how to keep track of how many times I'm right.

Harry ignored the voice in his head and ate his toast as fast as he could.Generally it's not the right nutrient, but making an exception once won't hurt, as long as he gets his nutrition up tomorrow.

Halfway through the bite, a shining silver phoenix silhouette flew from the void, and said in a tired old man's voice, "Please take off your invisibility cloak, Harry, I have a letter for you."

Harry choked, swallowed the toast he had choked into his intake pipe, stood up, took off his Invisibility Cloak, said loudly, "Tell Dumbledore I said yes," and sat down, continuing to eat his toast.

When the toast was all gone, Albus Dumbledore walked up to Harry's hiding place, holding a folded sheaf of paper; real paper, with lines, not wizard's parchment.

"That's—" said Harry.

"From your father, and your mother," said the old wizard.Wordlessly, Dumbledore handed over the folded paper, which Harry accepted wordlessly.The old wizard hesitated, then said quietly, "The Defense Professor has told me to restrain my advice, and after thinking about it for a while, I think so too. It took me too long to learn the virtue of silence. But If I'm wrong, just say-"

"You're right," said Harry, looking down at the folded strip of paper and feeling sick to his stomach, a sign of strong pessimistic premonitions in his body.His parents wouldn't really disown him, and they couldn't do anything about him (he still had an instinctive fear of being taken away from watching TV, no matter how irrational that was right now).But he has stepped out of the role parents want their children to play, believing in their hearts that children are low in the hierarchy.You'd be foolish not to expect outright rage, full-throttle righteous rage when you've done that to people who think they've got you in charge.

"After you've seen it," said the Headmaster, "I believe you should come down to the Great Hall, Harry. There's something to announce, and you'll want to hear it."

"I'm not interested in funerals—"

"No. It's not that. Please, Harry, come over as soon as you're done and don't wear an invisibility cloak. Okay?"

"Ok."

The old wizard left.

Harry forced himself to open the letter.It may be a cliché that it's important to keep your vulnerable friends and loved ones out of harm's way, but in Harry's view the logic still holds.Broken relationships can be repaired later.

The first letter, which was so illegible that Harry needed serious concentration to read it, read,

son,

No matter what you read in the book, it is more important to have adults around who can help you when you are in trouble than not to let us get hurt.You don't want us to chime in and assume we're going to abandon you because of your "dark side".Bear the ghost of Shakespeare as my witness, I've seen things in the past year that, in my mind, I never dreamed of—sometimes when I start thinking you've got magic, I suspect it's actually the authorities Took you away and your mom was just acting with me - so I can't deny the possibility that you did develop some... I'm not sure what to call it, but if we don't know what's going on then put it Calling it a "dark side" seems premature.Are you sure it's not a developing talent for telepathy, and you're just sensing the thoughts of other wizards around you?Their minds are a little sinister to a child raised in a sane and civilized society.These are unfounded guesses, I admit, but you shouldn't jump to conclusions either.

I want to tell you two very important things.Number one, son, I am very confident that if you choose the light side of the Force, you will be the light, and I am very confident that you will.If some evil spirit whispers dire advice in your ear, ignore that advice.I feel compelled to emphasize that you should be very careful not to ignore evil spirits, even if the ideas it comes up with seem to be extremely creative, and I hope I don't have to remind you of science project accidents, I have to admit that if you are in possession If evil spirits fight, then your science project accidents make sense.

The second thing I will say is that you don't have to worry about mommy or me dumping you for your "dark side".We might not have expected you to gain magical powers, or have a certain fascination with the dark arts, but we did expect you to turn into a teenager.Come to think of it from your poor dad's perspective, the prospect is worrying enough for a boy who has hired 9 fire trucks by the age of 5.Children will grow up.I'm not going to lie to you that when you're 20 you'll still feel as close as we do now.But your mom and I still feel just as close as you are when we're old and gray-haired and have to trouble a home care robot.Children are always going to grow up and move away from their parents, who are always chasing after them, offering helpful advice.Children grow up, their personalities change, they do things their parents don't want them to do, they disrespect their parents and drag them away from the magic school, while their parents still love them.This is the law of nature.Still, if you haven't hit puberty and your teenage years are going to be proportionally worse than they are now, we reserve the right to reconsider this point of view.

No matter what happens, remember we love you and will always love you no matter what.I don't know if our love has any magical power in your rules, but if it does, don't hesitate to call it on.

Having said all that... Harry, what you did there was unacceptable.I think you know it.And I also know that now is not the time to teach you.But you must write and tell us what happened.I quite understand why you want us taken out of your school immediately, and I know we can't force you to do anything, but, Harry, be reasonable and realize how worried we must be.

I want to tell you that you are absolutely forbidden to use magic that the adults around you consider even the slightest bit unsafe, but as far as I know, the teachers at your school teach advanced witchcraft every Monday.You must be as cautious as the situation allows, no matter what the circumstances.We have no idea what happened beyond your hasty summary, and I would like you to write to us in as much detail as possible.It's clear you're growing up, at least in some way, and I'm going to try not to be the parent in a children's book who just makes things worse - though I hope you appreciate how hard it is - and your Mum has told me a lot of scary things about witchcraft secrecy and how I might get you in trouble if I make a splash.I can't tell you to avoid everything that's unsafe because your school isn't safe and your principal won't let you leave.I can't tell you that you are not responsible for anything that happens around you because there are other kids that got into trouble as far as I know.But remember, you have no moral duty to protect any adult, their position is to protect you, and any good adult would agree to that.Please write to us as soon as possible to tell us more.

Both of us were eager to help.If there's anything we can do, please let us know right away.For us, there's nothing worse than knowing something's happened to you.

love you,

dad.

The last page simply says,

You promised me that you would not let magic take you from me.I didn't raise you to be a boy who broke his promise with his mother.You must come back safely, as you promised me.

love you,

mom.

Slowly, Harry put down the letter, and walked down the hall.His hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and it seemed that he was trying very hard not to cry; he knew wordlessly that he must not cry.He didn't cry all day.And he won't cry.Crying means admitting failure.And it's not over yet.So he won't cry.

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The food in the lobby that night was mediocre, toast and butter, jam, water and orange juice, oatmeal and other simple food, no dessert.Some students wore simple black robes, without the house colours.Others still wear the colors of the respective colleges.This should have caused a dispute, but it was quiet, only the sound of eating and no conversation.Debate needs two sides, and one of them, tonight, is not very interested in the debate.

Deputy Headmaster Minerva McGonagall sat at the guest table and did not eat.She should have eaten.Maybe she'll eat it in a little while.But now she can't force herself to eat.

For a Gryffindor, there is only one way to go.Her mind went blank, unable to think of any clever strategies after the Defense Professor's urging, and it only took Minerva a moment to remember after that.Strategy isn't Gryffindor's style; or maybe she should just say it's not her style, Albus does seem to make an effort to try to use strategy... yet when she looks back at their history, there was no strategy in times of crisis, and no strategy in the end Cleverness and cunning are not in the means.For Albus Dumbledore, and for her, the rule in a pinch was to decide what was the right thing to do, and then do it at any cost.Even if it means pushing your limits, or changing roles, or letting go of who you are.That was Gryffindor's last resort.

Through the side entrance to the hall, she saw Harry Potter slipping in quietly.

it's time.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood up from her chair, tidied up her frayed hat tip, and walked slowly towards the podium in front of the guest of honor.

The already weak voice in the hall completely fell silent when all the students turned to look at her.

"Now you've all heard," she said, her voice unsteady.Hermione Granger is dead.She didn't say the words aloud because they'd all heard, "A troll has somehow infiltrated Hogwarts Castle without triggering the alarm of our ancient barrier. The troll somehow Successfully injured a student and did not trigger our ancient enchantment until the moment of her death. An investigation has been launched to determine how this occurred. The Council is meeting to determine how Hogwarts responds. Appropriate Time, justice will come. And there is another matter of justice that needs to be dealt with immediately. George Weasley, Fred Weasley, please step forward and stand on the platform to face us all."

The Weasley twins sat at the long Gryffindor table, exchanging glances, and then they got up and walked towards her, slowly, reluctantly; then Minerva realized that the Weasley twins thought they were going to be expelled .

They really thought she was going to fire them.

That was the consequence of the image of Professor McGonagall living in her head.

The Weasley twins stepped up to the podium and looked up at her with a frightened but determined look on their faces; and she felt something break inside her just a little more.

"I'm not trying to fire you," she said, and was even more hurt by the surprised looks on their faces. "Fred Weasley, George Weasley, turn around and face your fellow students so they can look at you."

Despite still looking surprised, the Weasley twins complied.

She mustered all the courage in her heart and said the right thing.

"I'm ashamed," said Minerva McGonagall, "of today's events. I'm ashamed of being just the two of you. Ashamed of what I did to Gryffindor. Of all the houses, when Hermione Grant Jay was in distress, and when Harry Potter called upon the brave to help him, it was Gryffindor who should have come to his aid. Indeed, a seventh-year student could have thwarted the troll in his search for Miss Granger. And You were supposed to trust the Head of Gryffindor," her voice cracked, "to trust you if you defied her and did the right thing when she didn't foresee it. And the reason you don't, is that I've never shown you this. I don't trust you, I don't believe in the virtues of Gryffindors themselves. I try to smooth out your unruliness, not train your bravery into wisdom. Whether it's the Sorting Hat I have betrayed any of my qualities and assigned me to Gryffindor accordingly. I have handed in my resignation as Vice-Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor to the Headmaster.

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Shouts of shock and consternation didn't just come from the Gryffindor table, and Harry's heart stopped beating in his chest.Harry needed to run up and say something, that wasn't what he wanted—

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Minerva took another deep breath and continued, "However, the principal refused to accept my resignation," she said, "so I will continue to work and try to undo my influence. In any case, I must find out the professor My students how to do the right thing. Not the safe thing, not the easy thing, not what we are told to do. If all I can teach you is to turn in papers on time, then there is no need for gran The Academy of Fendo. It was a harder path for me, and probably for all of us. But I know now that I had only taken the easy path before.”

She stepped off the podium and down to where the Weasley brothers were standing.

"Fred Weasley, George Weasley," she said, "you two don't always do the right thing. The path of wisdom does not lie in blatant and needless flouting of authority. But today, You proved yourselves to be the last two people in our house who survived my mistakes. Because it was the right thing to do, you ignored the threat of expulsion, and risked your life to face the troll. For the reward let your house be honored For the incredible courage you are proud of, I award each of you two hundred points to Gryffindor."

There were shocked expressions on their faces again, and her heart was stabbed in pain again.

She turned her face to the other students.

"I won't award any points to Ravenclaw," she said. "I don't think Mr. Potter would want it. If I'm wrong, he can correct me and take as many house points as he wants." .But for what it's worth, Mr. Potter, I," her voice trembled, "I'm sorry—"

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"Stop!" Harry screamed, and then again, "Stop." The words caught in his throat, "You don't have to, Professor." Something twisted inside him, threatening to tear him apart, like a giant's Hands were twisting him, trying to tear him in two. "And, and you shouldn't forget Susan Burns, and Ron Weasley - they helped too, and they deserve house points too -"

"Miss Burns and young Weasley?" said Professor McGonagall. "Rubus didn't say a word - what did they do?"

"Miss Burns tried to stun Mr Hagrid when he tried to stop me, and Mr Weasley hit Neville when he tried to stop me. They both deserve points, and, and Naville Way should, too," Harry hadn't thought about how Neville was feeling now, but the instant he thought about it, he knew, "because Neville was trying to do something, even if it wasn't the right thing, to do the right thing It's the second class, after you've learned to do something first and then you start practicing doing the right thing—"

"Ten points to Hufflepuff, Miss Burns," said Professor McGonagall, breaking off her voice, "Ten points to Gryffindor, Ron Weasley, your family honor is very much today. Hedge Patchgar very much, for Neville Longbottom stood up to stop Mr Potter and did what he thought was right—”

"You shouldn't!" screamed a young voice from the Hufflepuff table, accompanied by a choking sound.

Harry looked over, then looked back quickly at Professor McGonagall, and said as steadily as he could, "Neville is right, in fact, you can't give anything away from the right behavior part, that would bring wrong information, but he got half of it right, so five points."

Professor McGonagall looked for a moment as if she couldn't think of what to say; but then she looked over to Neville's place at the long table and said, "As you wish, Mr Potter. What's the matter, Miss Burns?" "

Harry looked over and saw Susan Bones take a step forward, rubbing her eyes, and then the Hufflepuff girl said, "Actually—Professor McGonagall—General Potter didn't see— But Captain Weasley and I weren't the only ones trying to stop Mr. Hagrid after he ran out. Before some of the seniors stopped us. We managed to hold Mr. Hagrid out for a while though, so General Potter could leave ,"

"Who else?" said Professor McGonagall, her voice trembling a little.

Seven more children stood up.

What does our Slytherin face say when it predicts nothing will work?said Hufflepuff.

A part of Harry's heart was cracked, so much so that he struggled to keep himself from breaking down.

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When it was all said and done, Minerva walked over to where Harry Potter stood.Though not her best technique, she cast a warding spell to blur her vision, and after a second thought, silenced her voice as well.

"You, you don't have to—" said Harry Potter, "you shouldn't have said—" he sounded choked up, "t—professor, everything I've said to you is hurtful and odious , and it's wrong—"

"I already know that, Harry," she said, "and even so, I wish I could do better." She felt a relief in her chest, not unlike that experienced by someone stepping off a cliff, legs no longer The body is held upright.She wasn't quite sure she could do it, she didn't know how; yet she felt for the first time that, when she became Headmaster of Hogwarts, there seemed hope that the school would not become the sad ghost of the old school.

Harry stared at her, then made a strange sound that seemed to come from his throat, and covered his face with his hands.

So she knelt down and hugged him.It might be wrong, but it might be right, and she wouldn't let that uncertainty stop her; it was time she started learning Gryffindor courage so she could teach others.

"I once had a sister," she whispered.That's it, nothing more.

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Just to be sure, says a part of Harry, while the rest of him weeps in Professor McGonagall's arms, doesn't mean we accept Hermione's death, does it?

No, all the rest of him said, every part of his brain agreed, warm and cold and hidden firmness.Never, never, never.

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The old wizard ignored the enchantment and stared at the two of them, the witch and the weeping young wizard.Albus Dumbledore smiled, with a strangely sad look in his eyes, like a man who had taken another step toward a foreseeable destiny.

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The Defense Professor looked at the two of them, the woman and the weeping boy.His eyes were very cold and full of calculations.

He didn't think that was enough.

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It wasn't until the next morning that Hermione Granger's body was discovered missing.

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1. Normalization bias: It is a state of mind that a person facing a disaster enters into.It will lead people to underestimate the possibility and possible impact of disasters, so that people cannot make adequate preparations for disasters.The assumption of this bias is that since the catastrophe never happened, it never happened.When a catastrophe strikes, it can lead to people being powerless, having difficulty coping with events they haven't experienced, and tending to interpret warnings in the most optimistic way possible. People also tend to interpret warnings in the most optimistic way possible, seizing any ambiguity. It is inferred that the situation is not serious.

en.wikipedia/wiki/Normalcy_bias

2. Air crash at Trive Airport

en.wikipedia/wiki/Tenerife_airport_disaster