[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Dumbledore hasn't been in a bad mood lately.

In fact, he felt that way after that conversation in the South Tower.Oh, of course, that wasn't to say that he appreciated the way Tom spoke to him--the wariness that he'd previously treated him with superficial respect had not gone away, but had intensified.He felt he had to understand that, because as things stood, maybe he wasn't doing it right in the first place.

Of course, he didn't need any "fake concern or sympathy," as Tom put it.And for him, he can't be regarded as the kind of good teacher who can dedicate everything to the students.In fact, he chose to be a teacher because he was aware of his own dangerous tendencies, and his motivation cannot be said to be pure—power is his weakness and his temptation.Perhaps, if Tom hadn't become Voldemort, he would never have felt as defeated or as frustrated as Tom had felt when he first applied to be a professor at Hogwarts.

He felt that he indirectly influenced the rise of the first generation of Dark Lords, and then witnessed the second generation.This is undoubtedly a huge failure.He never doubted that he could use all his strength to deal with them when things were irreparable; but that's not to say that he wanted to start a war when he didn't have to risk his own life or the lives of others. Huge game.

This is the situation now.Just when he thought the third wizarding world war was about to start, someone pressed the stop button somewhere he didn't know.And he still doesn't quite understand where the stop button is.

Is it really just pure love?No, even if he was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, he would not be so naive.

Perhaps there is hate?Of course, some things will never be forgotten even if they have passed, even if there is an interval of ten or twenty years or even longer.

Reaching this point requires a lot of price?That almost had to be, and that was the part he didn't know.

Dumbledore was lost in thought at the table.There was a Pensieve in front of him, but he didn't use it this time.The source of Harry's great courage and unshakable confidence, and the truths that Tom would never admit to him, undoubtedly bothered him.Maybe he really didn't have to worry about a third war, he thought.But Tom's obvious inconsistency, how did Harry do it?

The Phoenix Fox on the branch suddenly uttered a crisp cry.Dumbledore looked up, realizing that someone wanted to see him at the door of the office.At this time of winter vacation... Several possibilities came to his mind, and he finally smiled. "Let him in."

Harry wasn't surprised to see the stone beast jump sideways.Then he stepped in, clutching the contents of his pockets as he ascended the spiral staircase.Then he saw the last door, walked over and knocked: "Professor Dumbledore?"

"Come in, Harry."

Harry pushed the door open and walked in.Then he saw Dumbledore straightening up from the side of the cabinet, a silvery light shone through the crack at the end. "Sit down," he waved his wand, his voice cheerful, "you're just in time, I've been getting a lot of candy lately. Some more butterbeer..." He waved his wand again.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry was a little embarrassed.It was hard to tell from Dumbledore's expression what he was really thinking, so Harry didn't think he knew what Dumbledore was really thinking, after that summer negotiation.But since he chose to sit here, what the other party thinks is out of the scope of influencing his decision.

Dumbledore probably thought so too.He watched Harry take the glass and put the little tray of sugar on his lap before continuing: "Although I said that you can come to tea whenever you like; but now, you Is there something for me, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas to you in advance, Professor."

"You too." Dumbledore replied softly.He leaned against his desk, sizing up the person in front of him from above his half-moon glasses.Harry looked calm and didn't look like anything had happened.So he felt a little relieved, and asked again: "What's the matter? Are you bored in the tower alone?"

Harry stared at him too, and shook his head upon hearing this. "I wonder, has anyone ever been able to put a present in your stocking without you noticing, Professor?"

Dumbledore was taken aback.Compared to the answer to this question, he wanted to know why Harry asked that question.Then he realized that it probably had something to do with a time period he didn't know; but he didn't know what in that time period had prompted Harry to do it. "Although I'm old, I have to say, it's definitely not possible now-because I've stopped hanging socks on the windowsill or at the end of the bed." He said slowly, blinking, "But if you mean you want Give me a pair of chunky wool socks for Christmas and I'd appreciate the surprise."

Harry realized that Dumbledore's answer still avoided his past, or his childhood.Because the family is an eternal pain in his heart, he understands that the other party never tells him that the Potters and the Dumbledores are in Godric's Hollow, and understands that the other party answers before the magic mirror that he saw the wool socks.Anyway, he doesn't really mind the lies right now. "I'm also very happy, I really did this." He replied in the same light tone, took out a small cardboard box from his pocket, and handed it out.

Dumbledore was a little surprised by his actions, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly, but still took his hand. "You came prepared?" he said, with affirmation in his tone, "Do you mind if I take it apart now?"

Harry shook his head.

So Dumbledore opened the ugly-looking box.Inside were two pairs of tightly rolled wool socks, one with a pattern of phoenixes and the other with golden snitches.They look exquisite and don't look like something you just bought off the shelf.He can still understand the Phoenix, but the Snitch? "They look great, thank you, Harry," he said sincerely, though he was also puzzled.

Harry saw Dumbledore's eyes still resting on the socks, and knew that he was guessing the meaning of those patterns.Apparently Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, saved his life, and the Snitch was a relic given to him by Dumbledore.Even if the past is in his heart and he is the only one who remembers it, he will not forget it. "The pattern on the whole bird looks more beautiful when connected," he said. "Aren't you going to take it out and have a look?"

Without his reminding, Dumbledore had already noticed an uneven bump just under the pair of snitch socks.He suddenly had a hunch that that was the real reason Harry gave him this Christmas present. "It seems that you are very confident in your gift," he said, and took out the pair of socks, "Yes..." As he said, he shook the socks and took a look inside, and they were stuck immediately.

A gold ring he had seen before lay quietly inside, the facets of the black stone gleaming.

Dumbledore kept his mouth half open for several seconds.Then he recovered and asked in a deep voice, "Is this your thing?"

"No, and I didn't tell him," Harry replied crisply, "but I think he must have guessed what I'm going to do with it."

Hearing such an answer, Dumbledore did not speak.He stared at the ring in the sock for a long time.The candlelight in the room was cast on him, clearly reflecting the fluctuations in his face—surprise, memory, and finally peace.Then he finally spoke again. "So, you already knew about it? Did you know that I handed back the Invisibility Cloak to you in the first grade?"

"Yeah." Harry replied.

"Then you also know that this is one of the Deathly Hallows?" Dumbledore asked again. "You know, of all the Deathly Hallows, this is the only thing I haven't seen in real life; besides, this is what I want most?"

This is all true.Harry guessed that Dumbledore must have avoided some sensitive issues.For example, how did he know this, and how did he get the ring from Voldemort.But he didn't answer either, and just said, "I just believe that you won't be like the man in the fairy tale, sir."

But Dumbledore guessed something more from his avoidance.His family, his ambitions, his association with Grindelwald, and even his later death... Harry probably knows all about the wrong things he did when he was young, those irreparable bad pasts.From his own point of view, he can be sure that he will not tell anyone else what is in his heart unless necessary.

Something big had happened to make him tell Harry the whole thing.Although he didn't think that death could make him surrender, perhaps only death could completely liberate him.

So in that future, did he die?

But as long as people live, death is doomed, but it is the difference between sooner and later.

Harry knew this and gave him the Soul Resurrection Stone. Was it a hint that everything that had happened but he didn't know about it could still be redeemed?

He has woken up from nightmares countless times, and all he saw was the night outside the window.And he was so afraid of the truth that his dreams were all chaos.Although he knew it was impossible, he still had extravagant hopes; although he knew that apologizing was useless, he still wanted to say it.

Ariana...

It felt like a sudden flood had broken through a high wall and hit the weakest, most vulnerable part of his heart.Dumbledore imagined all the possibilities for Harry to find him, but he never thought that Harry would give him the Resurrection Stone, a stone that allows people to see the phantoms of dead people.He clenched the cold thing tightly through the socks, and repeatedly told himself to restrain himself, but the voice still came out of his throat uncontrollably. "Tell me, Harry," he heard himself say, his vocal cords seeming to tremble a little, "I haven't done anything wrong since, eh?"

"You are the best, sir." Harry stared at Dumbledore, his blue eyes looked particularly bright at this moment, it felt as if tears could slip out of Dumbledore's eyes at any time.This made his heart tighten. "Always," he added emphatically.

Dumbledore straightened, freed himself from the support of the desk, and blinked hard.The fragile moment just now seemed to exist only in the imagination of the two of them, but it didn't actually exist. "You're very kind, Harry," he said, returning to his usual tone, "but I don't think I deserve your high opinion—I know what I can and can't do."

"You're the best." Harry insisted.

Dumbledore stared at him deeply, and finally smiled suddenly. "Have you ever used the ring, Harry?"

Harry wanted to say that he had used it once, but that was the last time.So he shook his head, hoping that Dumbledore would see what he meant.

"As expected." Dumbledore nodded, which meant only once at most. "If you said before me..." He suddenly changed the topic, "Then you know, what will I think when I get the soul-returning stone?"

It was a dangerous topic, and Harry nodded hesitantly.

"I'll try to bring back all the Sleepers," said Dumbledore quickly, without waiting for him to speak. "And you just said, you believe I won't be the second person in the fairy tale?"

Harry nodded again, this time much harder than before.

Dumbledore suddenly didn't know what to say.Harry trusted him so much, and he felt sorry for that trust. "Then you also know that the Elder Wand is in my hand?"

Harry's eyes scanned the tabletop, where Dumbledore had just placed the elder wand.

"You know this, but you never thought about it, and you didn't even look at it. And I hold it, but I can't boast of its strength, but only to save others. As for the invisibility cloak, I don't need this, And you don't need it much now, I think." Finally he concluded, "It's always the case that people who want power don't always do well, and those who don't want power are often very suitable. If we say If I had doubts before, not now. You will succeed, Harry."

"Sir..." Harry didn't know what to say.Did Dumbledore affirm his approach?

"Let me guess, Sirius must have seen this, didn't he?" Dumbledore continued, quickly brushing off the sentimentality, "and maybe Remus?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head again. "Sirius said he didn't think he was fit to keep this."

"He's right." Dumbledore let out a long breath. "I think so too. I hope I can take the initiative to return it to you when the time comes, otherwise Tom will definitely come to my house and make trouble for me."

He spoke teasingly, and Harry couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.It was getting late, so he got up and said goodbye.

Dumbledore watched him leave until the door was completely closed.Then he lowered his glasses and emptied the ring out of the sock.When he stared at the symbol of the Deathly Hallows inside the black gemstone, what he thought of was the black shadow that was flying fast in the depths of those emerald eyes.

Is it hallucination?I'm afraid not.

But instead of before, he felt now that, if there was anything else he didn't know about, Harry was bound to succeed.