dmims Chapter 84 Because you have to protect him, Harry
Chapter 84 Because you have to protect him, Harry
Chapter 84 Because you have to protect him, Harry (First update of 10,000 words per day)
This was Harry's first time meeting Orochimaru, but he didn't speak first.
He simply stared silently at the ground, at his reflection in the tiles.
Harry lay on the ground, emaciated, his hair disheveled, his eyes lifeless.
Malfoy's words were still echoing in Harry's mind. What should have been a memory and a promise between the two of them now seemed to Harry as if a third person had interfered.
He was dissatisfied, he was angry, and he didn't even know what to do.
So he could only remain silent.
Dumbledore, on the other hand, was much more composed. He smiled as he looked at Orochimaru, as if trying to understand the deepest essence of the boy's soul.
With a bit of consideration and a bit of probing, he relied entirely on Dumbledore's experience to judge Orochimaru's mind.
After all, he was the most powerful and experienced white wizard. It would be beneath his dignity to use Legilimency to probe a child's mind.
Orochimaru smiled after hearing Dumbledore's words.
It was a smile that conveyed a sense of amusement and scrutiny.
He tilted his head back, gazing into Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind his spectacles, and said slowly but firmly, "I've come to see my friends, Headmaster. Whether it's Harry or Malfoy, they are all my friends."
After Orochimaru finished speaking, Harry suddenly tried to look up.
He forced himself to endure it, because Dumbledore had already given him instructions.
"What I'm about to discuss with you is somewhat dangerous, so try not to involve Mr. Anguiz."
"Let's just pretend you two had a fight for now, okay, Harry?"
As a freshman who had just entered the school, this was the first time Harry had seen Dumbledore with such a solemn and serious expression.
Up to this point, he has not had the courage to defy Dumbledore.
Thus, Harry had no choice but to accept being taken away by Dumbledore alone. Only after he had walked past Orochimaru and gone quite a distance did he finally turn back for a final look.
The door to the school clinic was not open.
Orochimaru was still standing at the door, leaning against the right door frame, arms crossed, gazing at himself with a leisurely and profound look.
Even though Orochimaru didn't say anything, Harry felt that he had a lot to say.
only----
Harry had no idea what Orochimaru was trying to say; more than anyone else, he wanted a magic that could perceive people's minds.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
Harry silently turned his head and followed Dumbledore, walking with him through the courtyard of Hogwarts and climbing up the tallest tower.
This is where the principal's office is located.
"Sour lollipops."
Dumbledore read out the password for the Headmaster's office, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.
He didn't actually like this kind of dessert, because it wasn't sweet enough and it also gave him a sour feeling, just like when he first parted ways with Grindelwald.
"Come in, Harry, we have a lot to talk about, we need to hurry."
Dumbledore led the way, and Harry followed in rather silently.
Although he was young, he could still vaguely sense that Dumbledore didn't seem to want him to have too much contact with Orochimaru.
It was Harry's first time entering the headmaster's office. He didn't dare to look for a place to sit down and instead stood awkwardly by the door.
The door closed silently behind him, and Dumbledore turned around, looking at Harry with a kind expression, and asked the question that concerned him most.
"Harry, do you remember what happened in the Forbidden Forest last time? Does your scar still hurt?"
Harry shook his head blankly; he couldn't remember.
Dumbledore wasn't surprised. Instead, he pondered for a moment before recounting what Snape had just reported to him.
"Did you notice any pain in your scar today?"
Harry shook his head as well.
He wanted to tell Dumbledore about Snape's meeting with Quirrell, but felt it was unnecessary.
Dumbledore might not care about this.
"What I'm about to ask you to do might be a bit excessive, considering you're just a first-year wizard."
"Dumbledore said with concern."
This, however, emboldened Harry. He had been troubled enough by Orochimaru's affairs, and he would have been more than happy to have something to distract him.
"Professor, please tell me, I'm sure I can do it."
Harry said it with absolute certainty.
He noticed that after saying those words, Dumbledore had a satisfied smile on his face, as if he were watching a father watching his child finally make the right choice.
This warmed Harry's heart, and he couldn't help but have the illusion that he wanted to serve Dumbledore.
"Keep an eye on the scar on your forehead, and tell me immediately if you feel any pain."
As Dumbledore spoke, he leaned slightly forward.
His shadow instantly loomed over Harry Potter, completely enveloping him.
This made Dumbledore's next words even more convincing.
"I don't want you to tell Mr. Anguis about this, because it would be dangerous; it involves—"
After a moment's thought, Dumbledore decided to let Harry know a little bit of the truth, a little enough to keep Harry away from Slack Anguill.
"The dark wizard who killed your parents."
"You mean, Voldemort?"
Harry bravely uttered the name, feeling it represented the courage he possessed.
Upon hearing the name, Dumbledore's face indeed showed a look of satisfaction.
"Yes, it involves Voldemort. As far as I know, his servants may be working to resurrect him. We just don't know yet what they intend to do."
As Dumbledore spoke, he looked at the scar on Harry's forehead, his tone becoming increasingly serious.
"You can choose to refuse, but that would be equally dangerous for you."
"Professor! I'm not afraid of danger!"
Harry suddenly raised his voice.
If there's anything in this world that Orochimaru worries him more than his parents, it's his parents.
The thought of having the chance to strike back at Voldemort, who had killed his parents, filled Harry with a surge of excitement.
He couldn't care less about anything else; he desperately wanted to know what to do.
"Professor, please tell me quickly, what should I do?"
"The scar on your forehead might be able to sense Voldemort's location."
"It's like sensing killing intent?" Harry suddenly recalled the technique Orochimaru had taught him.
"Killing intent, that's a new term, but I think it's about the same. Once you feel pain, I want to emphasize this again: you must come back to me immediately."
As Dumbledore spoke, before Harry could even speak, he waved his wand.
The Invisibility Cloak floated in and landed on Dumbledore's right arm, which was holding his wand, making his right arm completely disappear.
Harry was completely stunned.
"This invisibility cloak is invisible even to gods. You must carry it with you at all times to ensure your safety," Dumbledore emphasized.
"This is too valuable, Professor."
"No, these are your father's clothes," Dumbledore said, removing the Invisibility Cloak and handing it to Harry, delivering the fatal blow. "Can I trust you as much as I trust James, Harry?"
Harry felt like his head was about to explode with blood.
He nodded vigorously and took the Invisibility Cloak from Dumbledore. At that moment, he felt as if his father was standing right beside him, pressing on his shoulder.
"Also, as a young wizard who may encounter danger, you must know a spell for self-defense."
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Dumbledore brandished his wand and whispered, "Expelliarmus!"
"Harry, memorize this spell; it can buy you time in a crisis."
The principal's trust.
Revenge against Voldemort.
The invisibility cloak left behind by my father.
And that spell that seemed to belong to his own soul.
Harry had even forgotten how he got out of Dumbledore's office. He could only hide the Invisibility Cloak close to his body and try his best to pretend that nothing had happened.
But just around the corner from the headmaster's office, Harry saw Professor Snape again.
This obnoxious professor looked down at him, his eyes filled with boundless disgust.
Harry turned his head away, pretending not to have seen Snape at all, and walked past him.
A rare hint of anger appeared on Snape's face.
He had just seen the shadow of the person he hated most in Harry's back.
"He's a lot like James, isn't he?"
Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out beside Snape, causing the Potions Professor to frown even more unhappily.
"Not at all, Albus."
Snape denied it firmly, but without any force.
"The information you've brought back is extremely important, regardless of the circumstances." Dumbledore's calm voice rang out beside Snape, carrying an irresistible persuasive force. "Harry's confinement in the Forbidden Forest is your responsibility. You'll ensure his safety, won't you?"
Snape turned his head sharply and stared at Dumbledore in disbelief.
"You'll save him, just like James saved you, right?"
"Dumbledore said calmly."
"No." Snape closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I will save him only because he is Lily's child."
With a flick of his wizarding robes, Snape drifted past Dumbledore like a dark cloud.
He loathed this reality, this fact that he could never change.
Lily is dead.
Even the most powerful wizard in the world cannot bring the dead back to life.
No one could do it, so he could only accept this reality, this despairing reality.
Just as Harry and Snape were leaving the headmaster's office, Orochimaru in the school infirmary saw Draco Malfoy with a beaming smile, looking like a victorious knight returning home.
Upon seeing Orochimaru, he eagerly exclaimed, "Lord Orochimaru, how did I do on this mission? I practically drew all the attention of Hogwarts!"
Yes, riding a flying broomstick and racing through Hogwarts with Harry, who would have thought you could do something like that?
"But when I fell, I almost thought I was going to die." Malfoy couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment. "My mother would have been heartbroken."
Which mother can accept the death of her child?
Orochimaru shook his head slightly as he thought of this, and the image of Tsunade crying in despair on a rainy night involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
Death always leaves people feeling hopeless and powerless, doesn't it?
Fortunately, I have considerable experience with resurrection.
If Orochimaru could figure out the secrets of the soul in this world, he even felt that he could handle the seemingly impossible task of resurrection.
Orochimaru then smiled briefly and instead comforted Malfoy.
"Perhaps even if you die, I can resurrect you."
"Really?"
Malfoy's expression of surprise flashed by, but before he could speak, Orochimaru asked about something else.
"On what day did you and Harry begin your detention?"