"yes."

"So...I'm dead too?"

"Heh," the smile on Jon's face became more obvious: "This is a problem, right? In general, dear child, I don't think so."

The two looked at each other, the old man still smiling.

"No?" Harry asked.

"No."

"But……"

Harry instinctively touched the lightning-shaped scar with his hand.

The scar seems to be gone.

"But I should be dead - I didn't resist! I was going to let him kill me!"

"I think that's what changed the whole thing," Jon said.

Happiness radiated from Jon's body like light and fire, and magic was put to its best use.

Harry had never seen the old man look so pure, so obviously happy.

Now, Jon is Dumbledore.

"Tell me more details."

"Actually, you already know."

Dumbledore said this.

He twirled his thumbs.

"I asked him to kill me," said Harry, "didn't I?"

"Yes," Jon was thinking, so Dumbledore, who appeared outwardly, nodded: "Go on!"

"In this way, the part of his soul in my body..."

Dumbledore nodded his head more vigorously, with an encouraging smile on his face, and urged Harry to continue.

"...It disappeared?"

"Yes!" said Dumbledore, "Yes, he destroyed it.

Your soul is complete and completely your own, Harry."

"But……"

Harry turned his head and looked at the trembling and injured little life under the chair over there.

"What is that, Professor?"

"It's something we can't do anything about."

"But if Voldemort had used the Killing Curse," Harry asked again, "no one would die for me this time - how could I still be alive?"

"I think you know," Jon said. "Think back and think about what he did out of ignorance, greed and cruelty."

Harry thought.

He let his eyes pass over the surrounding scenery. If the place where they were sitting was really a palace, it was also a strange palace, with some chairs placed here and there and some railings erected.

But apart from him, Dumbledore and the little being under the chair, there was no other living being.

Then, effortlessly, the answer came to his lips easily.

"He took my blood."

"Exactly!" Jon laughed, and the Dumbledore said: "He took your blood and used it to reshape his flesh and blood!

Your blood flows in his veins, Harry, and Lily's spell lives in both of you!

As long as he doesn't die, your life will not end either!"

"As long as he lives... I will live? But I thought... I thought... it was the other way around!

I thought we both had to die, didn't we?

Or is it actually the same thing?"

The painful being behind him kept whimpering and colliding, making Harry uneasy and turned his head to look again.

"Do you really think we can't do something?"

"To no avail."

"Then... let's talk about it in detail."

Harry said and Dumbledore laughed.

"Harry, you are the seventh Horcrux, which he created accidentally.

He made his soul extremely unstable, and it split when he committed those horrific crimes of murdering your parents and trying to kill a child.

But less escaped from that room than he knew.

Not only did he leave behind the child's body, but a part of himself is still attached to you, the child who survived the catastrophe."

"What a shame, Harry! Voldemort never takes the trouble to understand things he doesn't value.

Voldemort knew nothing about house elves and fairy tales, about love, loyalty and innocence.

Nothing.

In fact, they all have a power more powerful than him, a power beyond any magic, but he has never understood this fact."

"He took your blood, believing it would make him stronger.

He ingested a small portion of the spell your mother left behind when she died for you.

His body makes your mother's talisman of sacrifice immortal. As long as that talisman still exists, you will not die, and Voldemort's last glimmer of hope for himself will not disappear."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile, but Harry just stared at him blankly.

"You've known it for a long time? You've always - known it?"

"I guessed it. But my guesses are usually not too far off." Dumbledore said happily, and then they sat in silence for what seemed like a long time, with the being behind him still sobbing and trembling.

"And," said Harry, "there's one more thing. Why did my wand defeat the wand he borrowed?"

"As for that, I'm not sure."

"Then take a guess," Harry said, and Dumbledore laughed loudly.

"What you must understand, Harry, is that you and Voldemort traveled together into areas of magic that were hitherto unknown and untouched. I think what happened was like this. It had no precedent, and I don't think any wandmaker could have predicted or predicted it.

Explain to Voldemort."

"You already know that when Voldemort returned to his human form, he inadvertently doubled the connection between you. At that time, part of his soul was still attached to you, and in order to increase his power, he sacrificed your mother

Part of the talisman was absorbed into his body. If he understood the terrifying power of sacrificing the talisman, he might not dare to touch your blood... However, if he could understand this, he could not be Voldemort, and

I won’t kill anyone anymore.”

"Voldemort strengthened this double bond, entwining your fates more tightly than any other in history between two wizards, and then he struck with a wand that had the same core as yours.

You. So, we all know that something very strange happened. The reaction of the two wand cores was beyond Voldemort's expectations. He had no idea that your wand core was twin to his."

"He was more frightened than you were that night, Harry. You had acknowledged and even embraced the possibility of death, something Voldemort could never have done. Your courage won, and your wand defeated his. In

At the same time, something happened between the two wands that reflected the relationship between the two owners."

"I believe that your wand absorbed some of the power and qualities of Voldemort's wand that night. In other words, it contained a little bit of Voldemort himself. Therefore, when he chased you, your wand recognized him and recognized him.

With this being at once a kindred spirit and a mortal enemy, it breathed back into him some of Voldemort's own magic, magic far more powerful than Lucius's wand. Now, your wand has the power of both you and yourself.

With his extraordinary courage and the deadly power of Lord Voldemort himself, what's the point of Lucius Malfoy's pitiful little stick?"

"If my wand is so powerful, how can Hermione break it?" Harry asked.

"My dear child, its amazing effect was only against Voldemort, because he had tampered with the most profound magical rules very hastily. Only when it was directed against him did the wand act extremely powerful. At other times, it just followed other people.

It's the same wand...but it's indeed a good wand, I believe that." Dumbledore said kindly.

Harry sat there thinking for a long time, or maybe only a few seconds. It's hard to be sure of things like time here.

"He killed me with your wand."

"He didn't kill you with my wand," Dumbledore corrected Harry, "and I think we can all agree that you didn't die - but of course," he added hastily, as if he was worried he was being rude, "

I don't underestimate your pain, I know it must be serious."

"But I feel great now," Harry said, looking down at his flawless hands. "Where are we?"

"Hey, I was just going to ask you," Dumbledore said, looking around, "where did you say we were?"

Harry didn't know it before Dumbledore asked this question, but at this moment, he found that he had the answer.

"It looks like," Harry said slowly, "it's like King's Cross Station, but much cleaner and emptier, and I can't see the train."

"King's Cross!" Dumbledore laughed. "Oh my God, really?"
To be continued...