Chapter 659 Power and Memory

"Happy birthday, Ron." The next day, Harry got up yawning, and when he was halfway through, he subconsciously shut his mouth and used his tongue to sense the leaves of the Mandela grass in his mouth with his tongue.

He looked around the dormitory. Seamo and Dean had gone out and Neville was not there. He was wondering, but then he thought that Neville was going to Professor McGonagall's office this morning to receive guidance from Animagus.

"Happy and happy together." At this time, Ron said in a daze, and when he put his feet on the ground, he stepped on a small pile of packages. He woke up instantly, "Gift!" Ron yelled, and began to remove the gift without even changing his pajamas.

Harry threw a colorful box onto his bed, "Your gift." and began changing clothes.

He took off his pajamas and changed into a robe in just two minutes. After completing all this, he glanced at his watch and felt relieved. Fortunately, there was still time.

"Where are you going-hey, thanks, Harry, this gift is amazing." Ron said, waving the Quidditch goalkeeper Dragon Leather Gloves that Harry gave him, sitting on the ground with a pile of wrapping paper scattered around him, "This year is a great harvest, and all the gifts I received have gone up a step. I really hope to be an adult again next year - where are you going?"

He asked again, and this time he finally moved his gaze away from a heavy gold watch.

"I made an appointment with Professor Basharat," Harry muttered.

"Oh, it's a shame. I want to go to Hogsmeade with you," said Ron. "If Fred and George had a little conscience, they would consider giving him a discount on his younger brother's day..." He counted the gifts again and said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe I'm overthinking, they didn't even give them a gift."

"Maybe they are going to deliver it to you in person." Harry reminded.

Ron thought about it and then became happy, "You are right...but it's better not to have too much hope. They've been busy lately. I guess they're just storing a box of dung eggs in the Hogsmeade branch."

Harry and Ron parted at the entrance of the castle, "I will bring you the Honey Duke's candy." Ron said, walking towards Felch, Harry descended along the stone steps and headed all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Grindelwald was already waiting there.

They walked slowly on the grass, and the soft sunlight shone on the treetops, and the air was mixed with a wet water vapor and fresh grass. Harry saw the willow from afar. It looked harmless and swayed gently in the breeze.

"Harry," said Grindelwald, "You have learned a few magics, but I find you are far from exerting your true power."

"I'm sorry," Harry said uneasy: "I'm not very skilled yet..."

"It's not the reason." Grindelwald whispered: "Although I'm telling the theory and model of mantra in class, it's to take care of the progress of ordinary people and take care of... mediocre students."

Harry looked at him in surprise.

"People are different. Most of the people you see - if there is no accident - are just mediocre all their lives, and their biggest purpose is to continue magic."

Grindelwald slowly walked forward, Harry followed and said, "Sir, I don't agree with this point." Grindelwald glanced at him, "Then tell me what you think."

"Uh-" Harry said: "Isn't it good to be mediocre and safe? I like this kind of life very much, and I think it's too, too... to judge a person's value based on his magical ability."

"Utilitarian?" Grindelwald asked with interest.

"A little bit." Harry honestly said that he felt that Professor Basharat must have been influenced by the thoughts of the black wizard Grindelwald, and he saw similar descriptions in the travel notes he found in the library.

"I think - well, there is no need to divide people into use. For example, my friend Ron's family, Mr. Weasley works in the Ministry of Magic, and he is preparing for the new Muggle Protection Act recently. I think this is quite meaningful, but it has little to do with magic, right? And Mrs. Weasley, who is a housewife and a good person who takes care of the entire family members..."

"Their eldest son Bill used to be a curse solver in Gringott, but he applied for an office job due to war. I think he must have changed to a cooler career with his personality. Oh, now it's not possible... His girlfriend is there too; his second son Charlie raises dragons in Romania, and his third son Percy works in the Ministry of Magic like Mr. Weasley, but I guess his job is to write reports all day long..."

"There may be only Fred and George who continue to study magic after graduation. They opened a magic trick shop and pondered all kinds of mischief props all day long. Ron dreamed of becoming an Auror, and Ginny was too young, but I think she had the potential to become a professional Quidditch athlete..."

Harry made his fingers and listed the members of the Weasley family one by one.

"If you think about it, most of them will be divided into useless groups, but I think they don't care about this evaluation at all. They just need to live their own lives."

Harry said in one breath, gasping for a few breaths. Professor Bashar al-Basatt didn't speak for a long time, which made Harry wonder if his tone was too stiff and intense. He didn't dare to look at the professor's eyes and lowered his head to stare at a grass on the ground.

"I'm a little envious of their family, Harry," said Grindelwald, and then he changed his subject. "I just have a question. When that Voldemort was raging, will your dear Weasleys live their own life carefree?"

"Think about it, what would have been the scene without Dumbledore and Felix Hepp? Oh, if I remember correctly, the Weasleys were pure blood. If they showed obedience to Voldemort, they should have lived well..."

"They won't accept Voldemort's evil rule!" Harry retorted loudly.

"Then they will die." Grindelwald said lightly: "Just as fragile as this grass." He walked to Harry and crushed the plant that Harry had stared at before on his feet. A burst of anger surged in his heart, but suddenly he thought of something...

It was the scene where he practiced the patron saint in Professor Happ's office. In order to stimulate the will to fight, he entered the illusion arranged by the professor. In the illusion, he saw many terrible things, and everyone fell down, Voldemort won, and it was that time that he inspired the extremely powerful patron saint.

"If you don't want your destiny to be at the mercy of others, you must have strong strength. For example, Hepp, there are not many people in this world who can threaten him. If he is cold enough, he will not even have the last weakness." A strange light flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, "I'm very curious."

"But the war is over, Voldemort is locked up-"

Harry quickly stopped talking and refused to let himself tell Voldemort's secret in Classroom 7. However, Professor Basharth seemed to have not paid attention to his slight error and continued in a plain tone: "There will always be conflicts. Can you guarantee that there will be no terrible black wizard among your classmates? And don't underestimate the wariness of Muggles. When you look at their history, you will find that it is a history of war."

"There will be no war," Harry said anxiously, taking out what Sirius said to him before, "The Ministry of Magic has found a way, and the Minister of Magic and the Prime Minister of Muggle have been in contact, as long as--"

“What about the influence of the people?”

"——What can both sides, uh, what?" Harry asked in a daze.

"You ignore the influence of the people on the Muggle government. I understand the people of those politicians. They may deceive, incite, and induce the masses, but they will never let themselves stand on their opposite side. If a considerable number of Muggles oppose wizards, there is absolutely no shortage of despicable politicians who have no position to speak for them. Even under the design of those who are interested, only a small spark...Pang, your so-called peace will disappear in an instant." Grindelwald stated coldly: "This kind of thing is too easy, and it will inevitably happen."

Harry was stunned. They had discussed the topic of Muggles and Wizards before, but they had never been as straightforward as they are today, even with the smell of blood. He swallowed, but found that he seemed to have lost his voice organ.

"Witches are truly a group that loves peace. For thousands of years, we have not needed strict order to be at peace. We have mastered powerful abilities but not abused them. On the other hand, Muggles, their civilization was born in war, but the absurd thing is...Witchers chose to give in when they should have established order, because there are always foolish Muggles who will hurt our children when we are not paying attention... This makes Muggles arrogantly think that they are the masters of this land. Wizards have become aliens instead."

"There is Professor Happ here..." Harry said in a hoarse voice.

"Do you think he can succeed?" Grindelwald glanced at him calmly, making Harry frightened, afraid that the professor would say something terrible, but Professor Basharth just said lightly: "Maybe, so you plan to pin your hopes on others and close the door and pretend that everything is peaceful? It sounds good, I remember that the Potions professor did that." He was referring to Slughorn.

Harry's face was hot and a little ashamed, but more mixed with fear.

Because he knew that even Professor Hepp was not sure, theoretically what Professor Basharat said was completely possible. At this moment, he thought of the Dursley family and Uncle Feinon. If the wizard was really exposed to the world, would he allow the wizard to appear openly in his life?

Harry knew the answer without hesitation. Think about Uncle Feinong's attitude towards homeless people on the street and his own attitude... He will definitely blow up the government hotline.

How many people are like him? If they get together, protests will follow, and will things happen later, as Professor Bashar al-Basatt expected, and some government officials will compromise first, and the situation will go unknown... Harry recalled the Muggle parade in the first Black Magic Defense class, and those cold eyes seemed to cross time and fall on him again.

Harry's expression was heavy, his limbs were filled with lead, and he followed the professor in a daze. No matter how he wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of a good idea. At this time, he suddenly found that Professor Basharat stopped and said, "We're here."

Harry looked around blankly. They stood deep in the forbidden forest, surrounded by tall trees. However, it was only March, and the branches and leaves were not very lush. He could see the sky above his head through the sparse leaves.

"Remember the magic I taught you, try it." Grindelwald said calmly as if the previous conversation had not happened.

Harry waved his wand randomly, and the spell hit a tree, and the huge trunk swayed. Even he himself felt that it was not good, "Oh, sorry, try again." He tried to calm down, and waved the wand for the second time, and this powerful spell folded the thick trunk into two pieces.

Harry looked at Professor Basharat with a little satisfaction. The professor's previous words still worked. Harry still did not come up with a complete solution, but he felt that if things really went in the worst direction, he would never stand by or hide.

Moreover, Harry thought that he was probably Auror at that time, and there was nothing he could do behind him, and he could not retreat.

"Not enough," Grindelwald said loudly, "You can do better."

"I've tried my best," said Harry.

"Do you think I'm playing house with you?" Grindelwald scolded: "Why don't I go to the little girl from Muggle, she performed much better than you in class."

"I'm surprised by this, too," Harry said stiffly.

"If you don't have potential, I won't waste time at all. The whole school can be fewer than you, and you have to count the professors. Your biggest problem is that you never think about how much you can do! Magic is not a rigid thing, you are binding your own strength."

"I don't--"

"Then take out real power, otherwise you will go back and pray that bad luck will not come to you, and pray like a coward that you can be opened by the big guys-"

The forest suddenly exploded. The huge impact stirred hundreds of giant trees into pieces, like a big explosion. The space within a radius of two or three hundred feet was razed to the ground, and the trees further away fell, as if they had experienced a violent typhoon.

The broken trees and branches fell one after another, and Harry widened his eyes, unable to believe that this was what he did.

"Look, Harry! Look!" Grindelwald said loudly, his eyes flashing across the vast ruins in front of him, "This is your real ability."

...

In the evening, Harry appeared in the principal's office.

"Harry, you're here." Dumbledore said gently as usual, Harry noticed the meditation basin on the table, and the silver substance inside was spinning rapidly, and he guessed that the principal might have used it just now.

Dumbledore pressed his wand against his forehead, pulled out new memories, put them into a meditation pot, and then tried to grab Harry's hand.

"We have to speed up the pace, and there is a lot to do today."

Harry avoided it. He lowered his head and refused to look at Dumbledore, staring at the meditation basin.

"But, sir, I don't know the meaning of doing this. I know that the soul fragments in my mind are troublesome to deal with, but I can't figure it out--if even magic isn't possible, then what's the use of just looking at these things that have happened?"

A moment of silence.

"Ah, Harry." Dumbledore said in a slightly distressed tone: "It seems that I must reveal some information so that what we are doing now is more valuable in your heart... In short, I hope you have the ability to distinguish right from wrong and the courage to make the right choice at critical moments."

Harry sat there and stared blankly, feeling that he had been insulted. What was his image in Dumbledore's mind?

"Don't get me wrong, Harry," Dumbledore said, "You are one of the closest people I've ever seen to have a saintly qualities, even unique. Given that my life is quite long and I've seen so many students, this review is actually quite convincing."

Harry was a little restless and his face was so hot that he didn't expect to hear such straightforward and warm praise from Dumbledore, especially when he had just lost his temper, he wanted his expression to look softer.

"Of course, I'm not saying that you have no shortcomings and troubles. In my opinion, this is a good thing, which means that you are still a normal person and have not become arrogant because of fame or strength beyond your peers. Because of this, I have higher requirements for you, and I will not treat you as an ordinary student. For example-"

Dumbledore raised a finger.

"When you learn magic with Professor Basharat, do you feel fearful of your ability, even a little bit?"

Harry was a little lost. He thought that in the morning, he easily destroyed a small piece of Forbidden Forest under the guidance of Professor Basharat. He really felt incredible and a little scared, and even once doubted whether he was possessed by Voldemort.

"I-You know, sir?"

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore said calmly.

"That's what you have," he said, as if he saw Harry's thoughts, "I guess Professor Bashar al-Basatt has comforted you, and although I don't know what reason he used, his thoughts may not be suitable for you."

"It's not necessarily suitable for me?" Harry murmured.

"Only you can find the answer to the question, Harry." Dumbledore said seriously: "I can't help at this point, I can only borrow Alastor's mantra: Beware, Harry. Force without thought can easily turn into violence."

Harry had a flash of inspiration.

"So you let me see those memories, do you want me to control my own power?"

"We can put this issue in the discussion later. In fact, I hope you pay more attention to the choices of different people in memory, especially the situation they faced at that time. It would be even better if you could think about it usefully." Dumbledore said: "The reason I use my memory - to forgive my arrogance is because I have seen too many joys and sorrows of men and women."

Watching Harry fall into thought, Dumbledore said happily: "Then-let's go into today's course."

He stood up and bowed slightly, as if he was preparing to attend a gorgeous banquet.

"I will be honored to share with you what I saw during my student days. You will find them a little bit trivial, because it involves more than one person, and some of them are still in touch with me today. Maybe you have heard one or two names!"
Chapter completed!