MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 268 Festival

Where? "

"No," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction.

"But I want to keep Ignotus' present," Harry said, and Dumbledore smiled.

"Sure, Harry, it's yours until you pass it on!"

"And this."

Harry raised the Elder Wand, Ron and Hermione looked at it with awe, Harry, despite being sleep-deprived and top-heavy, was aware of and disliked the way they looked .

"I don't want it," said Harry.

"What?" Ron exclaimed, "Are you insane?"

"I know it's powerful," said Harry wearily, "but I'm happier with my wand. So..."

He groped in the leather pouch around his neck, and drew out the holly wand that was broken in two and held only by thin phoenix feathers. Hermione had said it was too damaged to be repaired. He knew that if the following trick didn't work, it would be completely useless.

He put the broken wand on the principal's desk, touched it with the tip of the Elder Wand, and said, "Repaired as ever."

When the wand was reattached, the tip of the wand burst out with red sparks. Harry knew it had worked. He picked up the holly and phoenix wand, and felt a sudden warmth in his fingers, as if the wand and hand were rejoicing at their reunion.

"I will return the Elder Wand to its original owner," he said to Dumbledore, who looked at him with infinite love and admiration, "and let it be yours The plan ends naturally."

But this time Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry, as you can see, I've got a brand new wand." Then he waved his rowan wand, Gold sequins and candy wraps fell from the office ceiling, spilling into their hair. "But I respect your decision to put it in a place where it won't be disturbed - please don't tell me - it's the best place to go."

They smiled at each other.

"Now, I'm sorry." Dumbledore looked politely at Ron and Hermione. "Can I talk to Harry alone?"

Harry looked at his friends, nodded, and they turned to leave the headmaster's room.

"We'll be waiting for you right outside the door." Ron said back.

Dumbledore sealed the ears of all the Headmaster portraits.

"I saw Sirius when I was dying." Harry said, "But the question about the Deathly Hallows still needs your answer." After that, he was very happy to see Deng The smile on Brittany's face disappeared.

"Ah, yes," he said, even looking a little distressed.

"What's wrong?"

This was the first time Harry saw Dumbledore after meeting him that he didn't look like an old man, very unlike him. In that instant, he was like a little boy who was caught doing something bad.

"Can you forgive me?" he said, "Can you forgive me for not trusting you? Not telling you? Harry, I'm just worried that you'll fail like me. I'm just afraid that you'll fail. Made the same mistake as me. I beg your forgiveness, Harry. I've known for some time that you're better than me."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, surprised by Dumbledore's tone and the sudden burst of tears in his eyes.

"The Holy Artifact, the Holy Artifact," murmured Dumbledore, "a dream of the despairing!"

"But they are real!"

"Really, and dangerously, a bait for fools," said Dumbledore, "I am such a fool. But you already know that, don't you? I don't have any more secrets to hide. following you. You get the idea."

"Know what?"

Dumbledore turned his entire body to face Harry, tears still glistening in his bright blue eyes.

"Death's Conqueror, Harry, Master of Death! In the end, am I better than Voldemort?"

"Of course," said Harry. "Of course—why would you ask that? You never kill if you can avoid it!"

"Yes, yes," said Dumbledore, like a child seeking comfort, "but I've also looked for a way to conquer death, Harry."

“Not like him,” said Harry. What a strange thing he was sitting here, sitting in the familiar headmaster's office, defending him against Dumbledore's self-blame. "The holy weapon, not the Horcrux."

"Halloween," murmured Dumbledore, "not Horcrux. Not bad."

"Grindelwald looked for them too?" he asked.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded.

"This is what brought us together in the first place," he said softly. "Two smart, arrogant teenagers with the same obsession. I know you've guessed your parents died. Why was the Invisibility Cloak in my hands that night. Just a few days ago, James showed it to me. No wonder he went undetected for those disciplinary infractions at school! I can't believe my own Eyes, I proposed to borrow it back to study. At that time, I had already given up my dream of owning all the holy artifacts at the same time, but I couldn't resist, couldn't help but take a closer look... This invisibility cloak is like anything I've seen before. Not the same, very ancient, perfect in every way... After your father died, I finally had two holy artifacts, completely my own!"

His tone became extremely distressed.

"The Invisibility Cloak won't help them survive, though," Harry said quickly. "Voldemort knows where my parents are, and the Invisibility Cloak can't protect them from the spell."

"Not bad," said Dumbledore, "not bad."

Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not speak, so Harry reminded him.

"So you gave up looking for the Holy Artifact when you saw the Invisibility Cloak?"

"Yeah," said Dumbledore feebly, as if forcing himself to meet Harry's gaze, "you know what happened. You know. You can't be more contemptuous than me Myself."

"I didn't despise you—"

"Then you should despise me." Dumbledore said, he took a deep breath, "You know the secret of my sister's bad health, you know what those Muggles do, know that she has changed What it was like. You know my poor father paid the price to avenge her and died in Azkaban. You know my mother gave her life to take care of Ariana."

"I hated it all at the time, Harry." Dumbledore's remarks were frank and indifferent. At this moment his eyes swept over Harry's head and looked into the distance.

"I'm talented, I'm good. I want to get away. I want to excel. I want to shine."

"Don't get me wrong," he said, the pain on his face making him look old again, "I love them, I love my parents, I love your siblings, but I'm selfish, Harry, more selfish than you, a very selfless person, can imagine."

"Therefore, after my mother died, I was in charge of taking care of a disabled sister and a wayward brother, and I returned to the village full of resentment and pain. I thought I was trapped and wasted my time! Later , Needless to say, he's here..."

Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes again.

"Grindelwald. You can't imagine how his mind captivated and inspired me. Muggles were forced into submission, we wizards were proud. Grindelwald and I are the glory of this revolution young leaders.”

"Oh, I had a little apprehension, but I consoled my conscience with empty words. It's all for the greater good, and any harm done can do something to the wizarding world. A hundredfold. Do I know Gellert in the depths of my heart. What kind of a person is Grindelwald? I think I do, but I turn a blind eye. As long as our plan can be realized, all I have Dreams will come true.”

"And at the heart of our plan is the Deathly Hallows! How they fascinated him, how fascinated both of us! The wand that never loses, the weapon that gives us power! Resurrection! Shi - To him it meant the army of the Inferi, but I pretended not to know! To me, I admit, it meant the resurrection of my parents and the relief of all responsibilities on my shoulders."

"And the Invisibility Cloak...Somehow we never talked about the Invisibility Cloak, Harry. We both hide ourselves well without the Invisibility Cloak. Of course, the real magic of the Invisibility Cloak It can be used to protect and hide not only the owner, but also others. At the time I thought, if we could find it, maybe we could use it to hide Ariana, but we're only interested in the invisibility cloak because it's three elements One, according to legend, is the true conqueror of death who possesses all three, which we understand to mean 'invincible'."

"Invincible Conquerors of Death, Grindelwald and Dumbledore! Two months of ecstasy, full of cruel dreams, ignoring the only two left in the family who need my care people."

"Then...you know what happened. The reality came out in the form of my rough, uneducated, but far better brother. I didn't want to hear him yell at me Those truths. I don't want to hear that I'm being dragged down by a weak, unstable little sister to find the holy artifact."

"The quarrel escalated into a duel. Grindelwald lost control. That kind of thing in his character that I've always felt, but always pretended not to notice, was suddenly terrifying. The ground erupted. Ariana...after my mother was so lovingly nurtured and tended...to the ground dead."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and began to cry emotionally. Harry stretched out his hand, and he took Dumbledore's arm tightly.