Chapter 651 Dumbledore's decision

A dizzy...

The things in the room were twisted and deformed, and Harry seemed to see Voldemort smile at him. This was definitely an illusion. The next time he saw was the chandelier and white walls on the ceiling of the school hospital.

"Harry." Ginny rushed up excitedly, but Ron grabbed him, "Don't touch him."

"Oh, yes," said Ginny, "Let's inform Mrs. Pomfrey--"

Mrs. Pomfrey appeared. She first performed a series of complicated examinations for Harry. Although no problems were found in the end, she still strongly recommended that Harry stay for a while. "Your situation is very special, be careful to leave sequelae." She warned.

Harry subconsciously touched his forehead. The scars hurt so much, but it felt like his skin was worn out.

"Lear back to the bed." Mrs. Pomfrey ordered, then took out a sticky ointment, and regardless of Harry's grin, he applied a thick lump on his forehead.

She said firmly to the others: "You only have ten minutes of visiting. That child needs rest now."

After she got out, Harry looked around, Ginny holding his hand, Hermione smiling at him with a book (who looked down from the cover) and Ron looked at him with a trepidation, dodging look.

Harry suddenly thought of the freckled red-haired boy on the train six years ago.

"So you guys have made up?" he said with a harsh temper, referring to Ginny and Ron.

"Well." Ron seemed a little panicked. He really hoped that the question would be raised later. He glanced at Ginny and looked at Hermione with a helping call, as if he hoped someone could save him, but this hope was dashed.

So he could only stammer:

"Uh, I—you know—Ginny and I—we had already made up—in the two weeks when you were sick and hospitalized—"

Harry looked at Ginny, who said something quite terrible to him in a calm tone. "I thought it seriously and couldn't really kill Ron, so..." She shrugged.

Harry thought about it for a while and decided not to respond to Ginny's words. He thought about it before saying:

"I've been in the hospital for two weeks?"

He looked at Ron with some doubt, then turned to Ginny and Hermione, trying to confirm that it was a joke, but judging from their expressions, what Ron said was true. He was really in a coma in the hospital bed for two weeks.

"It was scary when you were sent," Hermione said in fear. "The scar on her forehead kept bleeding, like a new wound. Ginny was crying and rubbing the blood on your face. Ron was like a giant monster standing there, motionless."

Harry looked at Ginny and Ron, a warm current melted into his heart.

"Actually everyone is worried about you," Ginny blushed, and she whispered: "President Dumbledore and Professor Hepp spent the whole day in the ward, forbidding anyone from coming in, not even Mrs. Pomfrey. We were all frightened and thought you..." She glanced at Harry carefully, "Hermione was so nervous that she caught her face."

Harry gradually clarified the story.

Two weeks ago, Dumbledore and Professor Hepp called him to Classroom 7, trying to solve the fragment of the soul belonging to Voldemort in his body. This was the first time Voldemort's ontological consciousness has been awakened in more than half a year. The new Riddle's personality is no match for the first time. With the help of Professor Hepp, Riddle successfully absorbed the soul in the golden cup and locket. He also wanted to absorb the piece in his body and try to replace it with the real Voldemort.

Harry also saw Voldemort's madness. He would rather destroy his two Horcruxes with his own hands than compromise.

Afterwards... Harry's expression was stunned. Afterwards, it was too messy. Even the soul fragments in his body were touched. He felt severe pain. Voldemort's remnant soul seemed to plan to open a door on his forehead, or open a big hole, making a creeping scream from his mouth, but Harry was not sure whether it was his original intention or Voldemort's remnant soul.

"Professor Hepp told us," Ron said: "He and Dumbledore teamed up to cast a complex magic that involved the soul, and we didn't understand...but we knew it was to protect you from the fragments of Voldemort's soul-"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help but shout.

"It's okay," Ron seemed to guess his thoughts, "Ginny knew it too. She couldn't hide such a big thing anymore. Dumbledore told her in person..."

He glanced at Harry, who was at a loss from the corner of his eyes, and continued:

"They said that the soul fragment woke up in your body. Their approach was to make it quiet again. Now it seems that it does work. At least your scar will no longer bleed, but will gradually heal..." He nagged, as if he felt that he could get through it.

Harry was a little confused.

So, the plan did fail? His Horcrux identity has not changed. What's worse is that the last two Horcruxes were destroyed. He was the only one, the last Horcrux... His throat suddenly stuttered and he couldn't breathe. A dark thought surged in his mind: If he died now, everything would be over.

"Oh, by the way." Hermione gestured to Ron and pointed at his finger. Ron suddenly said, "Dumbledore asked us to tell you not to take off the ring on your hand. I guess there is a particularly powerful protection spell hidden inside."

Harry lowered his head and stared at his left hand, wearing a rough black gem ring that he hadn't noticed before.

It was the Resurrection Stone. Harry's eyes widened, Dumbledore had shown him before.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally became the most reasonable one. The resurrection stone is related to the soul. Dumbledore should have thought it could protect himself in the present, so he wore it in his hands. But what he longed for was another function of the resurrection stone, just like the function of the Eris Magic Mirror, which is much stronger than that...

His heart thumped.

"Time is up, come out quickly!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted at them at the door. Hermione, Ginny and Ron stood up. Ginny kissed Harry's mouth and told him that everything would be fine (Ron turned his head sensitively), and then they said goodbye to Harry and walked towards the door.

Ron was slow and stayed at the end. Harry realized that Ginny and Hermione were interested in cooperating. When the others disappeared, Ron turned his head and looked at Harry with a hesitant expression.

"I think I owe you an apology, Harry, I know that I've been-"

"Forget it." Harry said immediately.

"No, I want to say it!" Ron said loudly, Harry looked at him, but he stuttered himself.

After a while, Ron slowly said: "There are some problems in my personality, which sometimes make me think...it's just occasionally, but when I'm in a particularly bad mood...I can't control myself. Do you understand that feeling?"

"I understand," Harry lay on the bed and said calmly: "Sirian said that I have a stubborn temper and like to make decisions alone and can't get back... But this is my personality and it's hard to correct it. Even if it really happens, I'm probably not aware of it."

He said to Ron: "Tell you a secret-I have felt the throbbing of Animagus."

"You're kidding!" Ron shouted in surprise.

"It's true. I did have that feeling, but I wasn't sure if it was a mistake at the time, so I was going to wait until it was foolproof before I could tell it out. As a result, you know, I slept in the hospital bed for two weeks... If I report it in time, Professor Haypu might postpone the plan."

Ron was speechless. He opened his mouth to comfort Harry, but Harry didn't feel very regretful. He just happened to think of it and used it as an excuse. Harry said softly:

"I just know that when I'm in danger, you'll be the first to stand up."

Ron smiled silently at him, his expression relaxed, "I think so too. Uh, I mean if I encounter danger - like being captured by Voldemort, cough, if the war is not over yet - I won't despair, because I know that even if everyone gives up, you will never. I thought of this truth when I was watching cartoons with Valen. It's so strange, right?"

The door closed, the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and the ward became completely quiet.

Harry was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a sense of satisfaction and peace after a full meal. The resurrection stone ring on his hand was not so attractive. He felt that what he needed most now was a good sleep, and he gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up, Harry opened his eyes and was in an unprecedented state. The skylight outside reminded him that it was dusk and the lights were not on in the ward. In the afternoon, the oblique sunlight shone on his feet, and most of his body was hidden in the shadows.

The surroundings were quiet. Harry raised his left hand lazily and stared at the black gem ring for a long time. Then he pulled out his other hand from the quilt and rubbed against the surface of the resurrection stone like Dumbledore.

"That's not a good idea." A gentle voice suddenly said.

Harry leaned his head to the other side, Dumbledore sat on a hospital bed near him, smiling at himself. He sank most of his body into the bed, his knees tightly against the edge of the bed, his body leaned back, and his long arms supported the bed.

It's like swinging.

"I sealed some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone," Dumbledore said, straightening himself, facing Harry. "You are not suitable for experiencing great joy and sorrow now, and I have to say that some of the functions of the Resurrection Stone are too dangerous, and maybe even the most dangerous of the three holy tools."

Harry was slightly silent and obediently put his hands down, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed - he thought he could see his parents today. He didn't ask Dumbledore if he was affected, the answer was obvious. So he asked, "Do I want to wear it all the time?"

"Oh, that's not necessary. I'll take it back when your situation stabilizes." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Do you want one?" He took out two toffees from his pocket.

"Thank you." Harry whispered, and he took it and tore the candy paper and put the brown hard candy in his mouth, and the rich sweetness spread out in his mouth. They didn't say anything for a moment, Dumbledore hummed gently.

"Do you know, Harry?" After a while he suddenly said, "Poppy notified me the first time you woke up, but I thought you wouldn't be in a good mood at the time. You know, we didn't get the expected results..." He looked at Harry with a little curiousness.

"I," Harry was speechless, "Didn't Voldemort run away?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "he's been sealed again." Harry responded softly. "That means-" Dumbledore raised his tone slightly: "It's time to try my way."

“What method?”

"You'll know." Dumbledore said with a smile, and handed Harry another piece of candy. "Blowing the puffering super bubble gum?" Harry blurted out. Dumbledore blinked at him, "and it was also the command of the principal's office."

Harry looked at the old man in confusion.

"I'm going to teach you a class alone, yes, Harry, that's part of my approach," Dumbledore stood up and said, "Why start from the first Saturday at 8pm after you were discharged from the hospital? I've made a lot of preparations and hope you like it."

He was about to leave and stopped again.

"Please forgive me for telling Miss Weasley your secret without authorization. Maybe it goes against your intention, but she cries too hard. Continue to hide it will be harmful to a relationship..."

Dumbledore opened the door and went out.

Harry stared at the Buffet Super Bubble Gum in his hand, wondering if this meant a new hope, but he was indeed interested in Dumbledore's course.
Chapter completed!