Chapter 653 Fertile Land

In the circular room of the principal's office.

Dumbledore sat in a chair behind the long-legged table, lowering his head and looking at a wand carefully. He looked a little tired, especially from Harry's perspective, with the wrinkles on his face as obvious as the brown shells left on a boiled egg.

"Good evening, sir." Harry broke the tranquility.

"Ah, good evening, Harry." Dumbledore raised his head from his half-moon glasses - which made the wrinkles on his forehead more visible, and he said with a smile: "Please sit down, Poppy tells me that you are discharged from the hospital today, and I think it's okay to move the course to next week."

Harry didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he said "hmm" and moved a chair and sat opposite Dumbledore.

"Popi said you're nothing serious, but I still want to confirm it myself-you don't feel any discomfort anymore, right?"

"No," Harry said hurriedly, and he pushed away the hair that blocked his forehead. The scars had a thin layer of blood scab. "It has not caused me any trouble since I woke up, but my nose has been itchy. Mrs. Pomfrey recorded it carefully for two days, until later I found the dwarf pony under the bed...I think it was the reason for the resurrection stone." He took off the black gem ring in his hand and placed it on the table.

"I can't use it now, sir."

Dumbledore listened with relish.

"The time in the school hospital is really hard...so your friend gave you a travel notes? I read two pages, and the records on it seem like a long time ago."

"Well," Harry said carefully: "I found it from the library during Christmas holidays... Ron knew I was reading this book recently, so he took it over and asked me to pass the time."

Dumbledore nodded in understanding.

"Sir, whose wand is this?" Harry couldn't help asking, looking at the white wand placed on the table, the whole thing seemed to be made of bones of some kind of creature, one end of the handle was carved into the shape of a beast's claws, accompanied by irregular spikes.

"This is purple shirt wood, its core is made of phoenix feathers-" Dumbledore's eyes turned to one side, Harry looked at him, Fox was standing on the perch and taking a nap. Harry's mind flashed and blurted out:

"Is this Voldemort's wand?"

His voice was so loud that even Fox was awakened, and it glanced at Harry with anger and hid its head in its wings. The portrait of the principal hanging on the walls of the round office secretly looked up at them.

"This is Voldemort's wand." Dumbledore repeated: "On Christmas that year in your fourth grade, Felix and I raided Voldemort's hiding place. He had not yet been resurrected and could only escape in a panic. This is one of the trophys."

Harry glared at the purple-shirted wooden wand unwillingly. Voldemort held it and killed his parents, leaving him an incurable scar...

"Harry, Harry!"

Harry came to his senses and saw Dumbledore putting his wand into the drawer.

"Sorry, sir." Harry whispered.

"Needless to say sorry, Harry." Dumbledore paused slightly, and said in a formal tone: "You probably already know why we sat together on weekend nights. Although I welcome you if you want to chat with me to relieve your boredom, we obviously have a more important task."

"Yes, I know," said Harry. "For the sake of the soul fragments in my mind, you said you have a way."

"Yes, that's it." Dumbledore said: "You'll find that my approach is slightly different from Felix. I need you to get involved more deeply and know what you're going to do, and for that we need-"

He stretched out his hand, and the cabinet door behind Harry suddenly popped open, and a shallow stone basin flew out from it, landing steadily on the table between the two.

"——Meditation Basin." He finished speaking.

Harry stared at the meditation basin blankly, not understanding the relationship. He asked tentatively: "Do you want me to learn something?" For example, some kind of advanced magic, Harry thought in his mind.

"To be precise, it's witnessing something." Dumbledore said, shaking his finger at him. A small crystal bottle as thick as a thumb appeared in the raised hand. He swung the cork and poured the silver memory that was rotating like cotton wool inside into the stone basin.

"Whose memory is this, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"My." Dumbledore said briefly: "Let's go in and talk, I have to leave enough time to discuss. You come first."

Harry took a deep breath and plunged into the memory of the meditation basin. As he continued to fall, he found a solid touch coming from his feet. He opened his eyes and kept searching. Because based on past experience, the owner of the memory must be nearby.

Then, he saw it.

In front of him was a small gray village, with low and dilapidated houses, and a sense of age, surrounded by green and brown color blocks. But that was not the point. He found a little boy with reddish-brown hair under a big tree, about eight or nine years old, staring at his palm with great concentration.

Harry took a few steps and realized that he had read it wrong. A leaf was floating on the boy's hand. Harry was very sure that the boy had not recited any spells, but the leaves were constantly changing colors.

"That's me." At this time, Dumbledore appeared next to Harry and introduced.

They watched quietly for a few minutes, but the scene had not changed, which made Harry feel a little impatient, and thus he also discovered the first advantage of the boy - or Dumbledore in his childhood - and patience.

The boy obviously stayed here for a long time, and this could be seen from a pile of leaves of different colors beside him. But he had never shown any impatience. Now he had fixed the leaves between red and brown, constantly adjusting the subtle color changes.

Harry suddenly realized that the boy was planning to turn the leaves into the same color as his hair.

"Albus! Albus--It's time to eat."

Another little boy appeared. He looked two or three years younger than Albus, who was sitting under the tree. The two were wearing similar styles of clothes, but later this made him dirty. Although his hair was reddish-brown, he just looked messy and awkward.

"That's my brother, Abforth." Dumbledore said at the right time.

Abufus ran all the way, panting, his face flushed, "Abusi, it's time to eat!" He shouted at the top of his throat. "Wait a moment-it'll be fine soon." Abusi said. After more than ten seconds, he finally stopped and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Now the leaf finally had the same color as his hair.

"Let's go." He said briskly.

"Ah, you are secretly practicing magic again!" Abuforth seemed to have reacted and shouted loudly: "I want to tell my parents, you are waiting to be taught a lesson!"

"Then you can't get colored leaves."

"Is this for me?"

Abufos asked in surprise and was about to reach out to get it, but Albusi stopped him.

"I prepared several pure-colored ones, but let Ariana pick first." Albus said as he stood up, and they walked along a dirt road towards the village.

"We'll keep up, Harry," Dumbledore said softly, Harry found his voice with a little abnormal tremor, "I'll introduce my family to you..."

As they passed the signpost, Harry saw a rough piece of wood with the name of the village written on it: Fertile Soul.

He couldn't help but have a question: Didn't the Dumbledores live in the Godric Valley? He saw it in his mother's letter to Sirius, and there was no mistake. Did the Dumbledores move there later?

He was about to ask a question, but when Dumbledore's eyes were a little wet, Harry fell silent. They followed the young brothers in front of him silently. Harry couldn't help but guess where they lived. He looked into the distance and fell in love with a small, gray and stubborn house that best suited his aesthetics, and he vowed that there were many details outside the house that had the characteristics of a wizard living.

He walked forward with certainty, but the brothers took a turn, and just as Harry suspected that he had guessed wrong, he saw a beautiful back garden, blocked by a tight hedge.

"Aliana! We're back!" Abuforth shouted.

Harry heard a burst of rapid footsteps, and he couldn't help but speed up, almost standing side by side with the two brothers in his memory. There was a rustling sound, and the tall and dense hedges were separated into narrow gaps, and a pair of timid eyes were revealed.

"Sir, this is—"

Harry turned around and found Dumbledore stopped from afar, with a strange look of cringe and longing on his face. Harry suddenly had a strange idea. Perhaps Dumbledore was afraid of facing the current scene alone, so he specially called him over.

...

Felix sat in the three broom bar with a glass of iced lemon juice on the table.

He had been there for a while, and the bar owner Mrs. Rosmerta came over and said, "Mr. Hepp, you can't bring those guys here, I still have to do business!"

"But I paid, Ms. Rosmerta."

"That's right... but they scared away other guests of mine. What if they want to bite me tonight? I haven't had a good sleep these days. I'm not complaining... But today is so special. If they suddenly go crazy, I don't have the ability to do it."

"It really makes you embarrassed. It's better to double the consumption during this period, and - I'll take them away later. As you said, they are indeed a bit dangerous today."

"Really?" Mrs. Rosmerta's eyes lit up and she looked relieved. "You should have done this long ago, but you will be exempted from double rewards. As long as you can come a few more times in normal times, many people expect to see you here." She covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"I don't know when I'm so popular," Felix said quietly.

"Recently," Mrs. Rosmerta said seriously: "For example, Carlotta Pinkstone-yeah, I know this woman, she has lived here for a while, but now I don't know where to go..."

"I prefer the female Auror whose hair changes color than her. The jokes she tells about witches, the therapists and Mib Mibo are simply. Forgive me for not understanding at the time. She seems to have been humiliated for half an hour. If she meets her and tells me, her joke is very interesting..."

Felix blinked and said, "I will."

Mrs. Rosmerta turned and left, and soon she gave her a free cup of flame whiskey. However, Felix couldn't take a few sips, and people came down one after another, as if they were carved from the same mold:

Wearing tattered and patched clothes, they looked haggard, with a gloomy face and nervously looking around. They were the ones Felix invited, werewolf. But when Felix waved at them, they not only did not relax, but became more and more alert.

"Okay, everyone." Felix snapped his fingers, and more than a dozen heavy purses were slammed on the table. "For Jin Jialong's sake, I ask you to come in a row with me. I have built a temporary residence for you outside Hogsmeade, where you will spend the next week."

Felix walked out on the head.

A group of werewolf looked at each other, and the man didn't give them a chance to speak at all. After a stalemate, a tall and burly man walked out, grabbed a purse and looked inside, and the others found that his face seemed to be illuminated by a shiny glow.

Gudong!

The man swallowed, put the bag in his arms, and walked out. The other werewolfs followed silently.

...

Before the lights were turned off, Harry, who looked in a state of dismay and even panicked, came back. He recited the command twice like sleepwalking. The portrait of the fat lady was turned on, and he was stunned and pulled in, but was pulled by one hand.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Hermione looked at him with a suspicion.

"Hermione? I'm fine," Harry murmured.

"How could it be fine? We just stood at the door, but you completely ignored us. Ron called you twice." Hermione said softly, Ron nodding from the side, indicating that what she said was true.

"What did Dumbledore teach you?" Ron asked anxiously. "But whatever it is, I guess it must be very difficult. You look a bit like Luna." He said as he stared at the expression on Harry's face.

Harry still shook his head, "He showed me some memories, well, I can't tell you... Anyway, I'll say good night tomorrow." As he said that, he wanted to walk in. Now he just wanted to lie in bed and be alone.

But he was held back again, this time it was Ron - Fat Lady, who seemed unhappy: "Can you go in?" - "Don't leave, we're going to the courtyard." Ron looked at Harry, who was puzzled and squeezed his eyes at him, "Today is a full moon."

"Full Moon?" Harry said blankly, and it took a while before he understood the meaning of this sentence.

"Yeah, I think you probably didn't plan to give up Animagus, right? You can also get a free leaf of Mandela grass," Ron said, frowned, "but I can't do it anymore. Both pieces are used up. I have to work for Sprout for a month...or pay for it myself, but I think, since there is a ready-made one in the school... Hermione is because-"

"I felt Animagus' throbbing," Hermione said briefly.
To be continued...