Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 688

Chapter 688 The hidden part of the prophecy

“I really shouldn't have agreed to Fudge coming to Hogwarts to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!”

Early the next morning, everyone in the school hospital woke up. Tonks was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the bandages wrapped tightly on her body, and her intestines turned green.

"I knew there would be such a day..." She said desperately: "Just look at Alastor. It's been a year since he left the job and he still hasn't completely gotten rid of the curse."

"Don't talk nonsense." Moody next to her said in a deep voice: "As an Auror, injury is inevitable. What does this have to do with the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Then why is Kingsley okay..." Tonks said with a pout.

“Because he is strong enough,” Moody said. “Whether it's Kingsley, Remus, or Sirius, they are all at their peak. They have enough energy and reflexes to deal with Death Eaters.”

"The same goes for you." Moody's tone suddenly became much more serious, "You are too lazy and have not used your own advantages at all. As a natural disguisemagus, it is the most stupid thing to confront the enemy head-on. How to do it...why don't you turn yourself into a Death Eater?

“Also, what about your vigilance? I remember that when you first joined Auror, I reminded you countless times that you must be ready to release the Iron Armor Curse at any time during battle..."

The ward seemed to have turned into a classroom. Moody unceremoniously pointed out all the mistakes Tonks had made before, making Tonks's cheeks turn red.

"Death Eaters all wear black hoods and masks..." She argued: "Our clothes are different, and it doesn't matter if our appearance changes."

"Ah, really?" Moody said coldly: "It seems that I have to go find Minerva. She didn't teach you how to transform your clothes in class."

“I testify that this is what I learned in the third grade.” Kyle, who came to see them from the side, said with a smile.

 In order to increase his persuasion, he also took out his magic wand and tapped it lightly on his clothes. The original school uniform robe immediately turned into a pure black cloak of the same style as the Death Eaters.

 “Tsk, tsk.” Moody said calmly, “It seems I mistakenly blamed Minerva...”

By this time, Tonks had already turned her head and pretended to be asleep, turning a deaf ear to what the two of them were saying.

 Fortunately, she wanted to thank Kyle for saving her life just now, so now it's even.

 For a time, everyone in the ward laughed.

Lupine, who had just come in, listened to the laughter in the ward and asked curiously: "Did I miss anything?"

"That's right." Ron said quickly: "Just now, Professor Tonks..."

"He's an assistant. This is very important." Tonks didn't bother pretending to be asleep. She opened her eyes and said loudly: "Also, if you dare to tell me what happened just now, I will give you ten times the amount of black magic." I can still do defense work."

Ron shut up immediately.

"And you too..." She glanced at Kyle and Hermione again with a threatening look.

Kyle spread his hands indifferently and wisely did not **** her further.

However, Lupine didn't seem to particularly want to know the answer. He put the candies he bought from Hogsmeade on the table and said with a smile: "It seems that you are recovering well. I was just discussing with Sirius whether to I'm sending you to St. Mungo's."

"Don't." Tonks shook her head repeatedly, "I hate the smell of St. Mungo's. This place is quite good, at least it doesn't have the smell of different potions mixed in."

"Well," said Lupine, "if Madam Pomfrey is okay with it, that's fine."

 “I don't want to go to St. Mungo's either,” said Ron.

"It doesn't matter what I said to Sirius." Lupine shook his head, "Where you want to go is decided by Arthur and Molly. Oh, they are on their way and should be here soon."

"Oh, I will definitely be scolded!" Ron screamed and covered his head with the quilt.

"Hermione..." Lupine continued: "Have you really decided not to tell your parents?"

"Don't." Hermione said quickly: "They are all Muggles and don't understand the situation in the wizarding world at all. Even if they knew, it would only increase their troubles. Moreover, I am almost cured, so there is really no need to tell them. "

 “That's...okay.”

Lupine hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Hermione was indeed the least injured of all the people. She could have been discharged from the hospital today, but Madam Pomfrey insisted that she stay for a few more days.

"I still want to thank you for saving us, Kyle." At this time, Moody suddenly said: "If you hadn't arrived in time, none of us would have been able to escape."

"It's nothing." Kyle shook his head.

"You really shouldn't be an assistant to the minister." Moody said with some regret. "The Auror office is your best choice. You will shine there."

 To be honest, Kyle doesn't want to be an assistant to the minister or an Auror, but isn't there any other way?

 So before Moody could continue, Kyle took the initiative to change the subject, looked at Lupine and asked, "Where's Harry? Didn't he come back with you?"

"No." Lupine filled Tonks' empty glass with water. "He said he had something to ask the principal. He had left before you came and did not go to Hogsmeade with me."

 “That's it.”

Kyle was not surprised that Harry went to find Dumbledore. On the contrary, he was a little surprised that Madam Pomfrey let him go, but it might have been Dumbledore's intention.

Harry was drilled into Voldemort's head. It was an enhanced version of the Imperius Curse. If the headmaster hadn't spoken, Mrs. Pomfrey would never have let him go.

 Soon, Mrs. Weasley's voice came from outside.

"You are his brother, why would you let him go to such a dangerous place?"

 Then came the voices of Fred and George.

“Mom, how could we see it? He was riding a Thestral…”

"Yes, we can't just fly out and catch him..."

 “Or break his legs in advance!”

Kyle looked back at Ron. He had begun to shiver and curled up weakly on the bed.

"You'd better admit your mistake directly." Kyle kindly reminded: "Don't say how much you helped, and don't make any excuses. Just apologize, and say as little as possible about other things."

"Huh? Why." Ron was stunned for a moment. He was just thinking about whether to exaggerate his role.

 After all, they have stopped Voldemort's conspiracy this time. Isn't this what the Order of the Phoenix is ​​doing?

“Because Mr. Weasley should have already said what you can think of, and it's useless for you to say it again.”

"boom!"

 At this time, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Mrs. Weasley hurried in. She looked as if she had just cried. As soon as she entered the door, she rushed to Ron's side and held him in her arms.

"Luckily you're okay." Mrs. Weasley checked Ron's condition. After confirming that Ron was in good condition, she suddenly said with a straight face:

"How dare you deal with the Death Eaters... Yesterday the magic clock showed that both you and your father were in danger. I almost fainted."

 Ron was about to say that he was not alone, but when he thought of Kyle's words, he hurriedly swallowed it back and said instead: "I'm sorry, Mom, I won't do it next time."

Mrs. Weasley was on the verge of tears again. Hugged Ron again.

Mr. Weasley behind him blinked in surprise, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, and you..." After letting go of Ron, Mrs. Weasley turned around and gave Kyle a hug.

 “You saved both of them, thank you.”

"It's nothing..." Kyle shook his head, "And Mrs. Weasley, I have heard this thank you countless times since yesterday, why can't you say it all at once."

"It's because we met you at different times," Mrs. Weasley said, hugging Kyle again and looking around.

“What about Harry, didn't Arthur say he was also injured?”

"Harry should be in the headmaster's office." Lupine said. "He seems to have a question for Dumbledore."

 At the same time, in the principal's office.

 Harry looked away from the blue figure above the pensieve.

 The entire principal's office was silent, including the portraits on the wall, no one said a word.

"Professor Dumbledore..." After an unknown amount of time, Harry said softly: "Is this a complete prophecy?" "Yes." Dumbledore nodded.

"I don't understand...what does that mean?" Harry thought again of what the blue figure said just now.

“The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... At the end of July, born into the family that has thrice resisted him... The Dark Lord will mark him as his great enemy...”

"It means," said Dumbledore, "that the only person who had any hope of defeating Voldemort was born nearly sixteen years ago at the end of July..."

Harry felt something squeezing against him and it became difficult to breathe.

 “That person is...me?”

 A ridiculous idea suddenly came to him, but he quickly shook his head... How could it be possible? How could he be Voldemort's powerful enemy?

Dumbledore took a deep breath.

"If you only read the first sentence, it might not be you." Dumbledore said softly: "That year, two boys were born at the end of July. One was you and the other was Neville Longbottom. What's more coincidental is that , your two parents are both in the Order of the Phoenix, and both of them have narrowly escaped death from Voldemort three times."

"But, since Neville also fits the bill, why is my name written on the prophecy ball?" Harry frowned.

"This is the most critical part of the prophecy." Dumbledore said slowly, "Do you remember the second part of the prophecy... Voldemort himself will mark him as a powerful enemy. In other words, he chose you, not Neville."

"But Professor, is there something wrong?" Harry still couldn't understand. "I am no match for Voldemort. He can even easily... control me."

“Maybe it's not that easy.” Dumbledore waved his wand, and the figure on the pensieve turned into a ray of silver light again.

“You have a power that Voldemort does not have, and it was precisely because of this power that you went to the Department of Mysteries to rescue Sirius last night.

"I have thought about it. Even if I don't take action, you can get rid of Voldemort's control with your own heart."

 Can he escape Voldemort's control on his own? To be honest, Harry himself didn't quite believe he could do it.

 But when it came to this, he quickly remembered another thing.

"Wait a minute, Professor." Harry said, "I remember that Kyle was also born at the end of July. Could it be that he is the person mentioned in the prophecy... After all, the prophecy only mentioned the month of birth."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "I have had this idea before, but I'm afraid it's not like this."

"Why?"

"It's because of the second prophecy." Dumbledore looked at Harry, specifically at the scar on his forehead.

"Voldemort will mark his enemies with his own hands. This is the core part of the prophecy. When he leaves this scar on you, he has actually chosen his opponent."

"And more importantly, Neville and Kyle are both pure-blood wizards. Only you, like Voldemort, are half-blood... Oh, by the way, because your mother Lily Evans comes from a Muggle family, so strictly speaking, you are not Not really a pureblood."

"I know that." Harry said, because some people in Slytherin didn't want to be a pure-blood wizard.

“But what does this have to do with whether I am of mixed race?”

“Because Voldemort is also a mixed-blood.” Dumbledore said, “Although he has always believed that only pure-bloods are true wizards, his father is indeed a Muggle, and I believe you also know this.

 “Perhaps it's because of the same identity that he sees himself in you.”

"Me and Voldemort, are we the same?" Harry felt his body getting colder and even a little stiff.

"That's just what he thinks." Dumbledore said, "We all know that you are completely different from Voldemort."

 impossible, this is absolutely impossible!

Harry didn't listen to what Dumbledore said, he just frantically denied the statement in his mind and tried to find more favorable evidence.

"By the way, prophecy..." He suddenly thought of something and said loudly: "When the prophecy ball broke, we heard a sentence, but the content was completely different from what we just heard. You must have made a mistake."

 “Oh?” Dumbledore showed a surprised expression for the first time.

 “What did you hear?”

Harry thought about it carefully, "It seems that at the moment when victory or defeat is decided, someone new will appear...

“It was too chaotic, there were screams everywhere, and I didn't hear the rest of it, but you can ask Kyle and Mr. Weasley, they are also nearby.”

Dumbledore said nothing, just stared at the pensieve, seemingly lost in thought.

“Professor.” Harry asked cautiously, “You must have made a mistake, right? This sentence did not appear in what we just heard.”

"Harry, the strange thing is that this sentence actually exists." Dumbledore waved the golem again, and the figure that disappeared before appeared on the pensieve again.

“He who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches…”

　　The words were the same. After hearing this, Harry was about to say something when he saw Dumbledore shake his head.

 “Wait a moment, keep listening, and stay quiet.”

Harry could only shut his mouth and continue to wait.

 After a moment, he saw the figure open its mouth again, but it only made a buzzing sound like a bee.

 “What did she say?” Harry couldn't help but ask.

 “I don't know,” Dumbledore said. "Because that's what I heard, that part of the prophecy was hidden."

“Prophecy can still be hidden.”

"Of course." Dumbledore came to the window and murmured: "I was confused at the time, but I figured it out later.

“This prophecy is like the Black Lake. I saw it in winter, so I could only see part of it. As for what is in the lake, we can only know it when the ice melts in spring.”

 “Is it the time?” Harry asked uncertainly.

“That's right,” Dumbledore said. “This prophecy will only be complete when a certain moment comes.

 “You really don't remember what was said next?”

 Harry tried to remember for a while, "I'm sorry, Professor...it was really confusing."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore shook his head, "Maybe we are destined not to hear the complete prophecy."

 The principal's office fell into silence again.

But what was different from before was that Harry noticed that the people in the portrait no longer pretended to be asleep, but were gathering together and whispering, as if they were equally interested in this so-called prophecy.

 After a long time, Harry heard a noisy sound coming from somewhere outside the principal's office. It must be that someone was preparing to go to the auditorium for lunch.

 After realizing this, Harry suddenly felt a little hungry.

 Because he had many doubts in his mind, he had not eaten in the morning. Now he only felt dizzy and his legs were a little weak.

"Oh, has it been so long?" Dumbledore turned around and said, "If you have nothing else to do, you can go to the auditorium for dinner. There are fried pork chops and custard tarts for lunch today. I personally like them very much. But don't eat too much, don't forget you have a competition in the afternoon.”

"Contest?"

"Quidditch match." Dumbledore said, "Have you forgotten? This afternoon is the final between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The outcome of this game is also related to which of you can win the Quidditch game." A strange cup.”

 “Oh!” Harry exclaimed.

 He remembered that this game was originally supposed to be held in early June, but later due to unknown reasons, it was changed to after the exam.

"Goodbye Professor." Harry was about to run out immediately, but when he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and turned around and asked: "Professor, can Ron be discharged from the hospital early? He is our Gryffindor goalkeeper. "

"You have to ask Madam Pomfrey about this." Dumbledore said, "But I think she will most likely not agree, so you'd better choose a new Keeper.

Furthermore, Weasley has been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse. Even if he is discharged from the hospital, he may not be able to return to his best condition in a short time. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry rushed out of the principal's office.

 At this time, he no longer cared about any predictions. He only hoped to select a new goalkeeper in the two hours before the start of the game.

 (End of this chapter)

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