"Sorry, Oude, I don't have a strong belief to support my patron saint."
In a quiet corner of the corridor, Harry whispered to Bree everything that he had kept in mind since he was sensible.
"I have lived in my aunt's house since I was a child. I wear Dudley's clothes, my cousin's. He is very fat. Those clothes are like those for pet pigs, but I am not that fat. The fat clothes are with me.
eleven years."
"It wasn't until the arrival of the owl that my life changed... and all this was because of my parents. They were wizards, and so was I. This was the first time I didn't blame my parents, or even thanked them for the first time.
them."
Harry's voice became lower and lower.
"Oude, I actually didn't like everything about me since I was a child, including my parents. Before I was 11 years old, I felt that apart from life, they only brought me a mess of life."
"It wasn't until I entered Hogwarts that I began to forcibly change my views on them, from a person I didn't like to an existence I should cherish. You know, Oded, I met Eris very early in my first year.
The magic mirror, where I saw my parents, Dumbledore told me at that time that the magic mirror reflected my deepest desires."
"He thinks that I long for family affection, and I think so too, but I...can't use this family affection to use the Divine Protection. I began to understand that what I long for is not family affection, but that I don't want to be different from others, and I don't want others to have me.
No, I don’t want to leave the magical world. Their existence is a symbol of my possession of magic..."
"I am a very selfish guy, and my heart is not that kind. I have been making breakfast for my aunt's house since I was a child, but it always tastes bad. I even want to spit in the food..."
"Oude, I..."
"I understand, Potter." Bree stopped Harry from continuing.
"You're complaining about your life, aren't you, Potter, and also afraid of losing the present."
When Harry heard this, he lowered his head and nodded, looking very sad.
"Old, my life is arranged, right?" Harry slowly raised his head, with tears in his eyes, he choked silently and said: "It's Dumbledore, right? I secretly learned a lot. I've learned a lot since then."
When I entered the magical world, everything seemed to be following an arranged script. I was an actor on the stage, controlled by the people behind the scenes, and ultimately sacrificed to defeat the so-called devil."
"I don't want this kind of life, but I can't give up. Once I choose to give up, I lose my value!" Harry gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"My reputation as a savior will kill me..."
Bree stared directly at Harry who was stuck in the quagmire, and said nothing for a long time.
Harry sniffed and said with red eyes: "I can't summon the Patronus with the righteousness of the savior. They must be very disappointed. I didn't grow up according to their arrangements."
Harry looked at Bree steadily and said with a pleading look: "It was you, at that dinner in the first grade. Your words made me wake up for the first time and see Dumbledore's true face. That snake in the second grade."
No wonder I believe what you said and don’t believe that Dumbledore doesn’t know its existence. This is all for him to train me, no, to cultivate a qualified savior!”
"Right, Oded."
Harry stared at Bree expectantly.
Bree frowned. He had agreed with Dumbledore that he would just be a spectator and would not interfere with Dumbledore's methods of training Harry...
Seeing Bree's silence, Harry lowered his hands, looking very depressed.
"You...Harry Potter, you are very good." Bree said slowly: "I can't see through Dumbledore, but I understand that if you can't see through, don't approach him. This is safe; but things
If you don’t care about yourself, you must carefully avoid the traps, put yourself in a safe position, and get to the bottom of it.”
"I...I can't do it. I don't have as much power as you. Your situation was so bad in the first grade, but now, no one dares to provoke you. I can see that in the second grade, Deng
Bumbledore tried his best to ignore you, and this semester, even Dumbledore is trying his best to meet your needs."
Dumbledore allowed the fantasy game to take over Hogwarts. This is indeed not in line with Dumbledore's character. This is unbelievable to the outside world, but the O'Dea family did it, which gave many pure-blood families a chance to dare not act rashly.
warning.
"Uh-huh, I think we are not talking about this now. We should think about how to teach you to call the gods to protect you." Bree didn't want to talk more about this. It was the most benevolent thing to give Harry some little reminders. Now Harry is his backer.
It's Dumbledore. What's the use of telling Harry the truth? It's just more trouble.
"Oude!" Harry looked very hesitant. He looked around and finally made up his mind.
"Can you cast a barrier? I don't want others to hear what I say next. This is my biggest secret. Please, Ode."
Bree frowned again, but slowly pulled up a barrier to isolate the outside world.
"Go ahead, but I hope this matter can be related to the topic of our conversation, otherwise I will not be able to complete Professor Luping's mission."
Harry forced a smile, swallowed his saliva, and said slowly: "I suspect that Dumbledore killed my parents...or that he used my parents and me to kill Voldemort.
.”
Bree stared in surprise, but soon calmed down. He felt that he was hallucinating, and Harry actually said such a conjecture. However, Bree felt that this might be a possibility.
"Where's the evidence, Potter, you can't just make some...conjectures out of thin air."
This is really unbelievable. There is something wrong with the savior Dumbledore cultivated.
"Do you think a one-year-old child who knows nothing can kill Voldemort and think that I am the savior just because of a lightning scar?" Harry took his hair away and showed the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead to Bree.
Look, he said with a trace of sadness: "I don't believe that the wizarding world is all a bunch of fools, but no one has made the most realistic guess. A one-year-old child killed the notorious Voldemort. This is simply the biggest
A joke!”
"This is impossible, not to mention that this child is still a guy with mediocre magic talent!"
Harry pointed at himself and then looked at Breede and said: "Maybe that child is you, so that such a joke can come true, but it is obvious that Dumbledore has placed the reputation of the savior on me."
After saying that, Harry laughed at himself: "Maybe it's possible to arrange it for Neville."
"I once saw a piece of news, it was thirteen years ago, and it said who is the child who is destined to defeat the mysterious man, Potter or Longbottom?"
"I wonder...if Voldemort chooses to attack the Longbottom family, then the savior will become Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter will be a cowardly and mediocre child whose parents are lying in the hospital."
After Harry said this, he slowly leaned against the railing as if he had lost all strength.
"I really want to learn how to invoke divine protection, but not because of Professor Lupine, but because my heart is telling me that this magic spell may be the answer."
"When I was on the train at the beginning of school, I was attacked by dementors. The boundless loneliness came to me. I saw a man in black robes, a green light, and a warm body. She protected me and she was dying.
The last curse was cast on me before. It was this curse that killed Voldemort and left me with this so-called reputation as a savior. I can feel that this is very similar to the power of the Guardian, but it is warmer...
"
Bree stared at Harry's lost luster eyes, lowered her eyes slightly, and whispered: "This is a powerful spell, and the cost of casting it is the life of his mother. Do you doubt that Dumbledore will cast such a powerful spell?"
I told your mother the curse just for that moment."
Harry shed tears and nodded slowly.
"This..." Bree couldn't continue, and it was difficult to defend Dumbledore because he didn't know Dumbledore.
"These are just conjectures, aren't they, Potter."
Patting Harry on the shoulder, Bree said slowly: "Do you love Hogwarts?"
Harry was stunned. He understood that Bree didn't want to say more about Dumbledore, so he nodded slowly and said: "I love Hogwarts. This is the place that changed my life. I have gained a lot...but
, I tried it, but even if it is to protect Hogwarts, I can only cast some white mist, and cannot successfully use the physical God-calling Guard."
Bree nodded clearly, and he suddenly understood why Harry said he was selfish, but being selfish is not a bad thing.
Bree said slowly and authentically: "Perhaps, you should try to protect the future, Harry Potter."
"Future?" Do I still have a future?
Harry lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"My destiny has been..."
"Huh?" Bree interrupted Harry's self-pity, raised his chin, pointed to the stairs in the distance and said: "Can you tell who will be the first person to step into our sight?
?”
"Uh... I don't know, but we can't change the first person who appears."
Bri heard this and nodded. "Yeah, we can't change it. Even if I arrange for a person to be the first person to step into our sight, you will say that he is the first person. This is fate itself.
s arrangement."
"But you have to understand another point. Dumbledore doesn't know who the first person will be. He is not the master of fate."
"Maybe the first person who appears is your friend, and he will help you escape from your so-called fate."
Bree's words were like enlightenment. Harry's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself: Yes, Dumbledore is not a god, and this world is not his game. Just like wizard chess, the chess pieces may not have the power to overturn the chessboard, but the chess game
It is impossible for the player to see the final chess game from the moment he places the first piece. He still has a chance.
"Da da da…"
There was a sound coming from upstairs. Bree and Harry, who were inside the barrier, couldn't hear the sound, but Bree still discovered it through perception. Bree removed the barrier. He had already said what needed to be said, whether he could control breathing.
Divine Guardian is Harry's own business.
"What are you doing, two... little lions and a little snake having a secret meeting?"
"Huh?" The tone was sinister and slightly unexpected, and the long tone made Harry's face freeze instantly when he hadn't seen the whole face.
"Dean, at the request of Professor Lupin, I taught Potter and some students to call for divine protection, but Mr. Potter encountered some trouble." As he said that, Bree shrugged, expressing his innocence. After all, Snape was here.
In his first year, he was reminded not to get close to Harry Potter. He didn't want to offend Snape's taboo in person.
"Is that so, Potter?" Snape stared closely at Harry's red eyes, which were obviously from crying. Bree could vaguely see the distress flashing in Snape's eyes, which made him shudder.
But Snape hid it quickly, and he quickly said sternly: "I hope our Mr. Old can teach him well, huh, after all, in Hogwarts, who dares to say that the Guardian Curse can be better than Bree Old."
.”
"By the way, I hope Mr. Savior can stop crying and crying, it's so embarrassing!"
After Snape finished speaking, he strode downstairs. Very few people passed by this passage. It was obvious that Snape came to Harry on purpose. During this period, Harry was indeed unable to practice the Soul Guard.
There was something decadent about it, which caught Snape's attention.
After Snape walked away, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"You're right, Oude, he is not the controller of fate. Fate is unpredictable. I still have a chance."
Bree naturally knew that Harry was talking about Dumbledore, and she had already talked to Harry enough. At this time, Bree would not continue talking about this matter, but just nodded, which was considered a response to Harry.
Harry continued: "As you said, the first person who stepped into our sight may be my friend, but you are obviously wrong. I have observed it. Although Snape has always been cold and cold, but
He has always been special to me and always obeyed Dumbledore, so... he must have been sent by Dumbledore to monitor me and to train me as a villain. He is my enemy."
Snape is Harry's enemy?
Bree was speechless thinking about Snape's deeply hidden feelings for Harry's mother.
"Ahem, I'm sorry." Harry saw Bree's weird look and said quickly: "I won't talk about this anymore at Hogwarts. It has nothing to do with you and I won't involve you.
.”
"Well, it's good that you understand. Finally... I'll give you a piece of advice. Some people can't just take things at face value."
After patting Harry on the shoulder, Bree walked around him and walked towards the corridor.
"I won't give you lessons from now on. If you have any questions, go to Hermione. Just like Draco said, once Hermione has learned it, you will have the basis for learning."
Bree quickly disappeared into the corridor, leaving only Harry standing there.
"Malfoy is not so tactful. You always protect him, Oded."
But Harry also knew that Bree was telling the truth. Now Ron was only one step away from success, and he was still far away. The main reason was that he had not found anything worth protecting. Bree now said what he should say,
Whether they can learn it or not is already their own business, and there is no need for further classes.
"Guarding the future... The answer is clearly right in front of me, but I still can't do it. I can't see my future yet, Oude."
Harry sighed deeply, looked at the direction in which Bree was going, and quickly chased after him. It was already afternoon now. Maybe he would have some good ideas after dinner, and tomorrow was the fantasy game.
In the promotion round, although he failed the initial selection because of the Quidditch game, he still wanted to watch the game.