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Chapter 683: A Theory

There was a quiet moment in the office, the silvery memories swirling slowly in the Pensieve.

“Have you had enough? Do you need another sandwich?” After a while, Dumbledore opened his eyes and said gently, “Well, it’s time to talk about the two of you. Harry, what do you have to tell me?”

“Yes, Professor!” Harry said quickly, hesitating, “I had a dream last night. I dreamed of Voldemort. He was with the vampire named Caresius, and the statue of an evil god. “

He spoke of the terrible dream and thought he would get some response, but Dumbledore just looked at him. There was no particular surprise or astonishment, as though everything were to be expected.

“In the end, my scar hurt; it hurt so badly that it woke me up!” Harry said, “That’s all!”

“Oh,” said Dumbledore quietly. “I see. Now, has your scar hurt at any other time this year, excepting the time it woke you up over the summer?”

“No, I … how do you know that it woke me up over the summer?” Harry asked in surprise, glancing at Evan.

“Sirius told me. I’m also in contact with him!” said Dumbledore briefly, staring at Harry.

“Professor, do you know why my scar’s hurting?” Harry asked anxiously.

Dumbledore looked very intently at Harry for a moment, and then slowly said, “I have a theory at present, just a theory, I’m not entirely sure … It is my belief that your scar hurts both when Lord Voldemort is near you, and when he is feeling a particularly strong surge of hatred. Your scar hurts because you and he are connected by the curse that failed.”

“This scar connects me to Voldemort?!” Harry was startled.

“You should know … that is no ordinary scar!” said Dumbledore.

He was not sure that there was Voldemort’s Horcrux in Harry’s scar yet, but it was already his main hypothesis!

Otherwise, he would not agree with Evan’s plan, but just directly catch Barty Crouch Jr.

After so many things happened, especially after Caresius made an exposed turn to Snape’s office, it was difficult to know whether Moody had any problems, so he agreed to let Sirius sneak into Hogwarts.

Now, the key question was how to tell Harry, or let him accept, the fact that he must be killed by Voldemort.

“Professor … do you think that dream was true?” Harry continued.

“It is possible,” said Dumbledore. “I would say… probable. Harry… did you see Voldemort?”

“No,” said Harry slowly. “Just the back of his chair. But… there wouldn’t have been anything to see, would there? I mean, he doesn’t have a body, has he? But… but then how could he have held the wand? “

“How indeed?” muttered Dumbledore. “How indeed…”

No one spoke for a while. Dumbledore was gazing ahead, as though thinking. Then he suddenly woke up.

“Harry, do you have anything else?” he said softly.

“Well, Professor!” Harry hesitated for another moment before finally saying, “Do you think he’s getting stronger?”

“Voldemort?” Dumbledore looked at Harry and sighed softly, “Everything that has happened recently shows that his strength is increasing, but not enough … Harry, you have to understand that there are too many forces in this world. If he makes up his mind, there is nothing we can do to stop it. We can only respond appropriately in time.”

Harry nodded as if he understood, but from the look on his face, it was clear that Dumbledore’s words were vague to him.

Evan was still speculating, was the force Dumbledore talked about that of the evil god? Or was it a more evil force?

This magic world was really not as simple as imagined.

There was another silence, and then Harry began asking questions about the trial he had just seen. He asked about Bellatrix, Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr., Ludo Bagman, Neville’s parents, and about Snape!

Dumbledore answered them patiently one by one. He told Harry everything he knew, except the question why he believed that Snape really no longer supported Voldemort.

Evan was listening and was certain that Dumbledore hadn’t concealed anything, despite the fact that many things were very cruel.

As for Snape’s problem, Dumbledore said it was a matter between the two of them.

More than half an hour later, Harry felt he had no reason to stay.

He glanced at Evan hesitantly and didn’t get up, and wanted to hear what Evan had to say to Dumbledore.

“Harry, Evan and I are going to talk for a while. I’d like you to meet Sirius first,” said Dumbledore calmly. “He should have come through Hogsmeade’s secret passage. You can place him at Hagrid’s.”

“Okay, I’ll go now.” Harry stood up and walked to the door, looking back at Dumbledore and Evan.

Evan was staring at the Pensieve, as though to take the opportunity again.

Dumbledore was standing over the Pensieve, his face lit from beneath by its silvery spots of light, looking older than ever.

There was a long silence after Harry left, and neither Evan nor Dumbledore spoke.

Dumbledore looked at Evan over the Pensieve. It was his characteristic, piercing look.

It was a bad feeling. Evan felt that Dumbledore was able to see through him completely. He had to use Occlumency.

The pressure was mounting, and he didn’t come here to compete with Dumbledore’s magic.

“Let Sirius come to Hogwarts. So, you agree to the plan?” Evan had to ask.

“As I just said, there are too many forces in this world … too many forces we don’t understand,” said Dumbledore. “Voldemort can get a lot of help as long as there are enough evil hearts. What do you think Voldemort is going to do with the statue of the evil god glowing red Harry saw in his dream? “

“I don’t know!” Evan shook his head. He really didn’t know what Voldemort was going to do with the evil god statue. That was a completely unknown field, and everything could only be speculated.

He didn’t even know how Voldemort made the statue of the evil god glow. Wasn’t that thing already sealed?!!

Dumbledore began walking up and down behind his desk. Every now and then, he placed his wand tip to his temple, removed another shining silver thought, and added it to the Pensieve. The thoughts inside began to swirl so fast that Evan couldn’t make out anything clearly: it was merely a blur of silvery-white.

Did Dumbledore remember something about the evil god?

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