harleyscars Chapter 283
Chapter 283
Chapter 283
"Professor Dumbledore, I believe you already have the answer, don't you?" Hera raised her eyebrows. He hated Dumbledore's riddle attitude the most.
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, he leaned back in the chair, the light in the room was not bright enough to illuminate his side face clearly.
A portrait gave a loud gourd behind Hera, saying with an indifferent emphasis: "O Hera!"
Phineas Nigellus stretched with a long yawn as he studied Hera with sly squinting eyes.
"Albus has been worrying about this for a long time," Phineas said, "apparently he didn't get the answer he wanted." He yawned again tremblingly, "Great-great-grandson, you'd better tell him everything you know."
Hera said a word, Phineas is just a portrait, he naturally doesn't need to think so much, he just needs to fulfill his duties as the former principal.
But if he really revealed all the news he knew, it would be a complete end to this matter, completely irreversible-they would not allow Voldemort to be resurrected.
"Hera, I've been thinking about one thing," Dumbledore rubbed his temples, he turned slightly sideways, and sat on his throne-like chair, his tone seemed very depressed, "Is the prophecy unchangeable?"
"Are you referring to the prophecy of Professor Sybill Trelawney?" Hera asked cautiously, choosing to ignore Phineas.Looking at Dumbledore's appearance, he felt guilty for some reason, as if he shouldn't be on Voldemort's side.
"Of course, I don't think there is anything more troublesome than this." Dumbledore said softly, "Recently, the forces of darkness are growing stronger. I believe you can definitely feel it, starting from the Quidditch World Cup."
Hera took a deep breath, "If it's true as the prophecy said, isn't everything we're doing now meaningless? Just wait for Harry to kill Voldemort, or for Voldemort to kill Harry?"
Silence, a very long silence, so long that Hera almost thought that Dumbledore had fallen asleep.
"Hera, everything we've done is working towards the direction of the prophecy. Maybe we can't change the prophecy, but the prophecy doesn't say who will defeat who. What we've done is just to let the result fall to what we hope to foresee." Dumbledore said in a soft voice, and he raised his eyelids to look at the perch by the door, where a small, ugly, featherless Fox stood on a shelf.
"I always believe that Harry has this kind of talent." Dumbledore said in a very soft voice.
Hera wanted to squeeze out the word "good", but she didn't make a sound.In his opinion, this was Dumbledore warning him that he should stand firmly on Dumbledore's side instead of being a fool around.Although Dumbledore's eyes did not stay on him, and his attitude was gentle and kind, and he was definitely not threatening himself, Hera still didn't have the courage to answer his question directly.
"Harry is still too young now, he is not ready yet, the Triwizard Tournament will be a good opportunity for him to grow up quickly." Dumbledore said, "But it is also a crisis at the same time, we don't know where the enemy is lurking."
Hera kept nodding towards the carpet, the sky outside was so gloomy that it seemed like the atmosphere in the principal's room was almost frozen.
"I guess you must have discovered something. I always knew you were a smart boy, from the first moment I saw you." Dumbledore said softly.
"Oh, the first time you met, was it in that Muggle orphanage?" Phineas said slyly, "I don't think that's such a good memory. At that time, Hera was thin and small, and she didn't have a full meal at all. It reminded me of another great-great-grandson of mine."
"Enough, Phineas," said Dumbledore.He noticed that Hera's mood was a little depressed—his head was lowered, and the luster in his eyes was also lost.
Hera turned her back to Dumbledore, staring firmly out of the window. He could see the Quidditch pitch in the distance, and he could see the light deep in the Forbidden Forest.He didn't want to go back to his pre-Hogwarts memories at all, even though they were few and far between.
"What you feel in your heart is nothing to be ashamed of, Hera," said Dumbledore. "On the contrary. The fact that you can feel pain like this is what makes you the strongest."
Hera nodded, suppressing the anger in her heart, he didn't know what Dumbledore and Phineas were talking about, was it to determine whether he was still on their side?Are you sure there is still love in his heart?
"Obviously, I am very pleased to see you and Miss Clearwater. You are a very good couple. You are different from Tom. You have love." Dumbledore said calmly, "You are very different from him, I knew that from the beginning. I always knew how you felt."
"No, you don't know," Hera said forcefully, raising her voice, and Dumbledore couldn't understand what he was feeling at the moment with such a sudden rush of anger.
"Look, Dumbledore?" said Phineas slyly. "Never try to read other people's minds. Everyone hates it. They'd rather be sadly misunderstood, and suffer with self-pity."
"Enough, Phineas." Dumbledore said coldly, Phineas pursed his lips and disappeared from the picture frame.
"I know some...some information that may be useful." Hera stared out the window, he didn't know what happened, and suddenly his emotions became so uncontrollable.
Blue light flickered in Dumbledore's pupils behind the half-moon lenses, and his tone became low, "Hera, can you tell me, what exactly have you discovered?"
"Karkaroff, he seems to have something to do with Snape. The two of them didn't know each other before, but I saw him always pay attention to Harry. You know, I always want to know who put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire. This is definitely not a good thing." Hera said, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he leaned back on the chair and trembled slightly after speaking.
Dumbledore sighed, he took out his wand from his robe, inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, approached his temple, and stretched his hand towards He, "Give it to me!"
"Huh? What will I give you?" Hera looked back suspiciously.
"The Pensieve."
"Oh." Hera hurriedly rummaged through her small pockets. Fortunately, he had the habit of carrying all his belongings with him, otherwise the Pensieve might not be able to give it to Dumbledore for a while.
Bang!
A shallow stone basin hit the table with a loud sound. It was like a piece of bright silver, but it was constantly flowing, rippling like the surface of water in the breeze, and spreading and spinning softly like clouds.It is like light that has turned into a liquid, and it is like wind that has condensed into a solid-always a very mysterious existence.
Dumbledore drew his wand, and what seemed to be some hair stuck to the tip of the wand - the same substance as the Pensieve, Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, and Hera watched their faces float in the basin.Dumbledore held the Pensieve in his long hands and turned it like a gold digger turns a sand table.
"Let's go in." Dumbledore stretched out his hand, Hera hesitated for a moment, but still held his palm, and the two rushed directly into the Pensieve.
Dumbledore's office suddenly toppled over, and they fell in a piece of cold and dark matter, as if being sucked into a black vortex - but fortunately, both of them were veterans of using the Pensieve, and they were not panicked by this scene, but calmly waited for everything around them to return to normal.
Hera found herself sitting on one of the room's nodding benches, which was higher than the other chairs, and to Hera's left sat a Professor Dumbledore, and to his right a similarly Professor Dumbledore.
Apparently, one of them was Dumbledore in memory.
"Professor?" Hera asked left and right, "This is?"
"Shhh, just keep reading." Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting on his right hand, whispered, "It will start soon."
Hera hesitated for a moment, then sat on the stool and continued to observe. He looked around carefully, and he was sure that this room was almost underground—he thought it was more like a dungeon.There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, but the dense rows of benches on all sides, stepped up, and the chair with the chain could be clearly seen from all the seats-in the very center of the room.
Hera just thought for a while, and vaguely had an idea. Could this be the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic?
It seemed that there was only one place with such decorations, but why did Dumbledore bring himself here?
Could it be that he wanted to see the plight of the prisoners and directly confess to Voldemort's plan?
Doesn't this underestimate yourself too much?
Hera straightened her body so that she could sit firmly on the bench, so as not to slip down directly because of her weak legs.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, the corner door of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in—at least one of them was human, held hostage by two dementors.
The two dementors—the two tall monsters whose faces were hidden by huge hoods—walked slowly towards the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting private hands clutching the arm of the man in the center.The man looked like he was about to faint, and Hera knew that he couldn't be blamed for it. If he encountered this situation, he would never perform much better than him.
The people around seemed a little timid. The dementor put the man on the chained chair, walked out of the room slowly, and closed the door.
"Professor Dumbledore, this is what you want me to see?" Hera pointed to the man on the chair and asked incredulously. He had to pretend to be surprised, otherwise he couldn't explain how he knew this unknown secret.
"Is that Headmaster Karkaroff?"
"That's right, that's him. He used to be a Death Eater." Dumbledore nodded. He held his chin and carefully looked at Karkaroff with interest.
Karkaroff looked much younger than he did now, his hair and beard were still dark, and instead of a smooth fur coat he wore a thin, ragged robe, and he was shaking.
All this is similar to what Hera knew: Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater, and after Voldemort's downfall, he was caught by the Ministry of Magic. He betrayed many people very despicably, causing the Death Eaters' camp to lose vitality. When this matter was mentioned, Voldemort always had a look of gnashing his teeth.
Unfortunately, Hera got the news from Voldemort, and he couldn't explain the source of the news, so in front of Dumbledore, he had to pretend to be hearing this shocking thing for the first time: Durmstrang's headmaster turned out to be a Death Eater before, and he even had such an unknown dirty past in the Ministry of Magic.
"Karkaroff, what's wrong with him?" Hera asked in an incomprehensible tone.
Dumbledore said softly, "Look on, your question will be answered."
"Okay, Professor."
The chain on the armrest of the chair suddenly glowed golden, and then wrapped around Karkaroff's arm like a snake, binding him there.
"Igor Karkaroff." An abrupt voice sounded. It was Barty Crouch. He seemed to be in high spirits, and he definitely didn't look like he was about to die from being tortured by the Imperius Curse. "You were brought out of Azkaban, and you have to prove it to the Ministry of Magic. You told us that you have important information to report to us."
Karkaroff stood as straight as he could, and he was strapped tightly to the chair.
"Yes, sir. I am willing to serve the Ministry of Magic. I am willing to help—I know the Ministry of Magic is—hunting down the Dark Lord's remnants. I am willing to do my best to assist you." Karkaroff's voice was full of fear, and although he could feel his efforts, his voice was still trembling uncontrollably.
Hera could almost guess what Karkaroff would do next, and he would regret this decision immensely in the next ten years of his life, because Voldemort would eventually rise again, and he would not let go of Karkaroff who had betrayed him.
"Karkaroff, you said you knew the names of some people," Crouch said, "tell us about it."
"You know," said Karkaroff hastily, "that You-Know-Who has always been very secretive. He expects us—I mean his henchmen—and I deeply regret that I ever went with them—"
"Stop talking nonsense." Moody said sarcastically. His appearance was a little different now. He didn't have magic eyes yet, only a pair of ordinary eyes, and these eyes were staring at Karkaroff.Moody's eyes narrowed in intense disgust.
"—we never knew the names of all our accomplices, only he knew who we were—"
"It's obviously wise, isn't it, Karkaroff, to prevent people like you from betraying them all." Moody muttered, and Dumbledore nodded in agreement—whether it was Hera's left or right.
(End of this chapter)