thefictionvixens Chapter 172 What wicked thoughts could the little phoenix possibly have?
Chapter 172 What wicked thoughts could the little phoenix possibly have?
Chapter 172 What wicked thoughts could the little phoenix possibly have?
Harry, laden with bags and packages, returned to his dormitory and then went to find Dumbledore, hoping that Dumbledore would allow him to visit some ruins with Lane during the summer vacation.
He has now developed a bad habit: he likes to go see Dumbledore in the middle of the night, just like Ryan.
When he told Ryan about this idea, Ryan nodded frantically on the surface, but secretly wanted to see him make a fool of himself. I wouldn't dare to disturb the old couple on their intimate night. Harry, you're really brave!
But Harry didn't know Legilimency. He boldly walked down a path of no return, stood before the statue, said the command, and knocked on the headmaster's office door.
After knocking for a while, there was no sound of him being allowed to enter the principal's office.
He knocked for a while longer, but no one in the principal's office let him in.
Harry knocked again and heard a clear, bright cry behind his head.
He turned his head and saw Fox, his feathers gleaming and his spirit soaring, perched on the railing of the corner staircase, looking at him with composure and solemnity.
During the time he was receiving Voldemort's power, he had become quite familiar with Fawkes, since they were both at the bottom of the Headmaster's office ecosystem: "Fawkes, isn't the Headmaster here?"
Fawkes chirped, a melodious sound that Harry could hear in his voice an affirmation of what he had said. "Where is the headmaster now? May I go to him?"
Fox nodded, flew up, and gestured for Harry to follow him.
Harry followed behind it, unable to see Fawkes's furry face and clear eyes, which together formed a "cunning" look.
"Bad intentions".
Of course, even if Harry saw it, he wouldn't be able to tell what the problem was, after all, what bad intentions could a little phoenix possibly have?
The bewildered Harry followed Fawkes all the way to the observatory.
Fawkes the Phoenix, known for his "kindness" and his "helpful nature as a Hogwarts student," pointed with his wings to the rooftop, indicating that Harry should go upstairs, where Dumbledore was.
Then, watching Harry's small figure disappear, it let out two cries and triumphantly returned to its little den in the headmaster's office, which was now on the headmaster's display case.
Originally, its little home was placed on the principal's desk, but an old geezer moved it away, to the point that it sat on the same table as the Sorting Hat!
A gentleman may tolerate this, but a phoenix will not!
Fox curled up in his little bed and happily drifted off to sleep. In his dream, Dumbledore had a change of heart, no longer listening to that old geezer, and became a good cat owner again.
On the observatory.
Harry's hands and feet were cold.
My heart is cold.
He felt that he was probably already dead.
Even if they don't die now, they'll die soon.
His face was blank, his eyes lifeless. Eleven's past life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. The two elderly men, who were behaving too intimately, stared intently at the student who had come to the observatory in the middle of the night.
After Harry's past life flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, the image in his mind froze on the present—Dumbledore and Gale, two old gentlemen he greatly respected, their fingers intertwined, shoulder to shoulder, so close that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were whispering sweet nothings to each other—
Is this right? — Even the most naive young Harry knew this seemed unreasonable. He also knew the current atmosphere seemed deadly.
I also know that the principal—it seems—wouldn't kill students—probably—?
"Mr. Potter—, is there something you need to do so late instead of resting?" Gail said slowly and deliberately. He didn't seem to make any move, but the moment he spoke, Harry understood the main point.
"Mr. Gale, Headmaster—I—I—I want to—thank you for your help." Harry, quick-witted as ever, knew even with his limited intelligence, that he couldn't ask what he'd originally intended to ask: whether he could go out with Lane.
We must find a reason that is not a path to death.
Gratitude is a good thing.
"Thank you for arranging for Senior Ryan to go home with me, and thank you for preparing ten times the amount in pounds so that Senior Ryan could—" Harry Potter thought of Ryan's teachings on the art of speaking and vocabulary, "enough to stand on the moral high ground and repay the Dursleys' favor—"
"But I'm not prepared—pounds—" Dumbledore tried to pull his hand back, but it was held tightly, and he couldn't move. He could only remain expressionless: "That's probably Ryan's own idea. He's in charge of handling this matter."
The senior student paid out of his own pocket to shut the Dursleys up!
If we set aside the trivial matters between the two and only talk about the most crucial moments, then their first meeting, the prophecy given in Diagon Alley, Harry felt hope, and he idolized Lane.
Harry felt valued by the invitation from the Adventurers' Club, and he respected Lane.
When Harry finally captured Voldemort and gained control of his powers, he felt the joy of revenge and began to love Lane.
And now—not only does he make Vernon Dursley apologize to him, allowing him to proudly end his life with the Dursleys, but he also bears all the burdens without ever mentioning them.
Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he suddenly thought of Vio.
"Headmaster, may I freely enter and leave Hogwarts during the holidays?"
"Yes, but you must promise to only go to a friend's house or Hogsmeade. Even when you go to Diagon Alley, you must be accompanied by Hagrid or Lane, or you can find other professors to go with you," Dumbledore replied. Harry was not yet someone he trusted, because Harry was still too young, and he dared not promise Harry a wide-open world.
Although Ryan was also young when he was running around, Dumbledore remembered very clearly that Ryan, who was only a first-year student, already had a mature sense of logic. If it weren't for that bit of naivety and innocence, he wouldn't even think that this first-year student was a child.
Watching Harry leave, Dumbledore sighed softly, "Why is that?"
Gale knew his bedmate all too well, and he knew exactly what Dumbledore was wondering about: "That's a good thing, isn't it? If a person still has truth, goodness, and beauty in his heart and believes that everyone in the world is lovable, then he will not go astray, no matter when or where."
"Because he is willing to forgive others and help others, it's just a pity that he only has this view of his own people. The life and death of others are none of his concern—" These days of observation have made him trust Ryan enough, because Ryan's approval of him means that Ryan will put his respected and recognized seniors and friends first when considering anything.
"Fudge—ever since that expulsion incident in first grade, he has never liked Fudge. Perhaps he wouldn't target him for no reason—but when Fudge blocked his plans, the only option left between persuading Fudge to reform Fudge and helping Fudge and getting Fudge removed from office was the latter."
Fudge, who had spent his life immersed in power, could never have imagined that his swift and decisive downfall would be due to a mere clash with a minor wizard.
He not only couldn't conceive of it, but also couldn't accept the logic behind it, because for political beings, interests are the most important thing, and minor frictions are just ordinary flowers, not worth taking seriously at all.
But Ryan Wells, he can be a wizard, he can be a student, he can be a designer, he can also be a prophet.
He could never be a politician.