94 Diagon Alley

    Everything that happens late, it's good for you, I'll do it. But I know better than you that temporarily numbing the pain will only make it worse when you end up feeling it. Your bravery and fearlessness far exceeded my expectations of you. I ask you to show your courage once again. I ask you to tell us what happened. "

    Harry took a deep breath and began to narrate to them. As he spoke, everything that happened at night flashed before his eyes like a movie; he saw the potion that brought Voldemort back to life, with sparks on the surface; he saw the Death Eaters Apparate and suddenly appear In the graves around them; he draped the invisibility cloak over Cedric - because he felt Cedric was implicated by him - which was supposed to be between Harry and Voldemort, and innocent Diggory shouldn't This was injured, so he tried to hide Cedric's whereabouts, but he was knocked unconscious by the huge rubble and lay quietly on the ground next to the Triwizard Cup.

    Once or twice, Sirius made a little noise, as if trying to say something, his hand was still firmly on Harry's shoulder, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop him took him. This made Harry happy, because everything was difficult at the beginning, and now that the conversation had been opened, it was much easier to continue. Harry noticed that the Diggorys at the next hospital bed were also sobbing and listening, and he even had a sense of relief, as if something poisonous was being sucked out of him bit by bit. He supported himself to go on with great perseverance, but he felt that once he finished speaking, his heart would be much more comfortable.

      One hop. Dumbledore moved his hand to add a barrier and soundproofing all around, then walked around the bed and asked Harry to stretch out his arm. Harry showed them his torn robe and the wound under it.

    "He said my blood would work better than anyone else's, it would make him stronger." Harry said to Dumbledore, "He said that protective power—my mother That power that stayed in my body—he wanted to have it too. He was right—and then when he touched me again, he wouldn't be hurt. He touched my face."

    For a brief moment, Harry seemed to see a gleam of joy in Dumbledore's eyes. But Harry quickly decided that he must have lost his sight, because when Dumbledore returned to his chair, he looked as old and tired as Harry had always seen him. He also saw the expression of forbearance on Snape's face, his eyes closed tightly, his right hand still holding his left arm.

    "Very well," said Dumbledore, sitting down again, "Voldemort overcame that unusual obstacle. Harry, please go on."

    Harry continued; he recounted how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron and told them what he remembered Voldemort speaking to the Death Eaters. Then he told them how Voldemort had untied the ropes on him, returned his wand to him, and prepared to fight him.

    However, he felt his throat choked when he spoke of the golden light connecting his wand to Voldemort's. He tried to go on, but the things that came out of Voldemort's wand came flooding into his mind like a tide. He could see Bertha Jorkins emerging from the wand, and the old man...his mother...his father...

    There was silence in the ward, and Harry felt that the faces of everyone present were deeply touched and painful, as if he had pulled the trigger of some memory.

    At this moment, Sirius broke the silence, which made Harry heave a sigh of relief.

    "Two wands touching?" he asked, looking at Harry and then at Dumbledore, "Why?"

    Harry looked up at Dumbledore again, and saw a look of fascination on his face.

    "Flashback Charm," he murmured.

    His eyes stared deeply into Harry's, and an invisible knowing glance flashed between them.

    "Can you get the effect of the replay spell?" Sirius asked shrewdly.

    "Quite right," said Dumbledore, "Harry's wand and Voldemort's have the same core. The feather they each contained was taken from the same phoenix." To be honest, it's my phoenix."

    "Is the feather in my wand from Fox?" Harry asked in surprise.

    "Yes," said Dumbledore, "four years ago, as soon as you left Mr. Ollivander's shop, he wrote to me that you had bought the second wand. ."

    "Then what happens if a wand meets its brother?" asked Sirius.

    "They don't attack each other normally," said Dumbledore, "but if the owner of the wand insists on two wands fighting...a very rare phenomenon. A wand Will force the other wand to repeat the spell it cast - in flashback. First the most recent spell...then the previous..."

    He looked at Harry questioningly, and Harry nodded.

    "That means," said Dumbledore slowly, keeping his eyes on Harry's face, "that they will reappear in some form."

    "James is alive again?" Sirius asked quickly.

    "No spell can awake the dead," said Dumbledore gravely. "There is only something like an echo backwards. The wands will appear when they are alive. A shadow... am I right, Harry?"

    "The person that the wand killed most recently," said Dumbledore, nodded, "in reverse order. Of course, if you keep the two wands connected, more So many apparitions. Well, Harry, these echoes, these apparitions… what did they do?"

    Harry recounts how the figures emerging from the wand lingered on the edge of the golden net, how Voldemort terrified them, how Harry's mother's shadow told him what to do, and here, Harry didn't think he could talk anymore. He turned to look at Sirius and saw that he was covering his face with his hands. For some reason, Snape turned around stiffly.

    Harry repeated how he returned to Hogwarts with the help of a sober Cedric.

    "He's a true warrior," Harry said, looking at the Diggorys and the comatose Hufflepuff boy, as Dumbledore had unwrapped the soundproofing spell, the haggard pair The couple couldn't help sobbing a few times when they heard this. "He used at least a dozen spells in a row to get me out of the Death Eater spell. Then he handed the door key to me so we could get out—before we got out of there, I think I saw To Voldemort's Death Curse, a green light hit Cedric." Mrs. Diggory let out a cry of blood and threw herself on the motionless teenager.

    Dumbledore and True Moody walked over to Diggory's bed at this time and used magic to examine them from top to bottom. After a moment, Dumbledore said with a slight ease: "I think the death-killing spell hit only the edge of the invisibility cloak, it has no life, and the port key has successfully taken you away. So the spell did not hit the Diggory, but he was clearly under the influence of Voldemort's powerful magic - Poppy will cure him, I assure you, Amos," he said to Cedric's father.

    "I'll say it again," Dumbledore turned to Harry, "you've acted bravely tonight, far exceeding all I expected of you, Harry. What you've acted Courage, on a par with the wizards who fought Voldemort to the death during his heyday. You took on the burden of a grown-up wizard and found yourself perfectly capable of it - you made us feel more of you High expectations. You stay in the medical wing. I don't want you to go back to the dorm tonight. Take some sleeping pills and calm down... Sirius, would you like to accompany him?"

    Sirius nodded, stood up, and sat beside Harry's bed.

    When Dumbledore opened the door, Harry saw Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione, the twins and Gwen all around the battered Mrs. Pomfrey, and behind Follow Professor Sprout and the tearful Autumn. They appear to be asking about the patient's condition and whereabouts. When the Gryffindors saw Harry on the hospital bed go, they all turned sharply, and Mrs Weasley let out a suppressed exclamation.

    "Harry! Oh, Harry!"

    She ran towards Harry, but Dumbledore stepped forward and stood between them.

    "Molly," he said, raising a hand, "please listen to me first. Harry has been through a terrible ordeal tonight. Again. All he needs now is sleep, quiet and peace. If he wants you to stay with him," he added, looking around at Bill and the students, "you can stay. But I don't want you to mention it to him. Any question, unless he is willing to answer it himself, is absolutely impossible tonight."

    Mrs. Weasley nodded. She was very pale. She turned to the children suddenly, as if they were making a noise. She lowered her voice and said, "Did you hear? He needs to be quiet!"

    Dumbledore forbade others to ask him questions, which filled Harry with an indescribable gratitude. It's not that he didn't want them to stay here, but the thought of repeating things as they were and experiencing everything again made him feel