The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 450 Responsibility and burden (seeking subscription, seeking collection, seeking tickets)
Harry finally burst through a fireplace opening, landing on the carpet with his feet.He looked around and found himself in the headmaster's office that had been vacant since Professor Dumbledore left.

Everything around was the same as the day Dumbledore had left: fine silverware was laid out on the table.Occasionally spray some white mist.Portraits of male and female old school principals are resting peacefully on the canvas.Harry looked out of the window, and there was a strip of elegant gray-green hanging in the sky: dawn was slowly coming.

The office is quiet, only the occasional snoring or sniffling of a sleeping portrait can break the tranquility here.Harry couldn't bear such an environment, and now he was very worried about those friends who followed him into the Ministry of Magic, and at the same time worried about those members of the Order of the Phoenix who came to the rescue later.They had been completely dispersed in the previous battle, and Harry could only silently pray that they were all right.

Just as he stood silently on the edge of the window sill and looked out of the window, emerald green flames burst out from the empty fireplace.When the tall figure of Dumbledore emerged from the flames, wizards and wizards of both sexes on the surrounding walls jerked awake, and many of them burst into cheers.

"Thank you, thank you all." Dumbledore said as he took out Fawkes, who looked like a newborn chick, from his pocket and gently placed it on a plate containing fine ash under the gilded perch. Where Fox usually stays.

"Oh, Harry," Dumbledore finally walked away from the young phoenix, and said to Harry, "I have one thankful thing to tell you. Most of the people who entered the Ministry of Magic because of you yesterday Survived. It was nothing short of a miracle in that absolutely disadvantaged environment."

"The vast majority?" Harry thumped inside when he heard the word, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Everyone—how is everyone?"

"Madame Pomfrey is treating them," said Dumbledore. "You young people will be better off. Nymphadora Tonks and Sirius Black may need to stay in St. Mungo's Hospital for a while, but it seems They'll recover quickly too, except that Sirius lost his left hand when he was hit with black magic by a Death Eater one against five, but I'm sure it won't affect his life."

"You just said that most people survived, so who died?" Harry said this sentence with difficulty. He felt that when he spoke, it was as if someone else said it through his mouth. It's like floating on a cloud.

"Ryan and Hermione." Dumbledore's tone also dropped. "Although no one saw their deaths, but after I talked to Fudge just now, I went to the house to check the archway, and I can confirm that both of them passed through that door."

"That door——" Harry closed his eyes, and he remembered the words Ryan said when he entered the house before: "Through the curtain, people will disappear from our world completely, and no one has ever been able to." Get back alive from behind that door.

"Are they - just gone?" Harry said tremblingly, and then seemed to be a question and an answer. "They're gone because of me?"

"I know how you feel, Harry," Dumbledore said softly. "It's a very uncomfortable thing to let a family member or friend die because of my own factors. I have encountered this kind of thing many times in my life—"

"No, it's different." Harry sat there with ten fingers dug deep into his hair. "You used to be just because of your mistakes or mistakes, but this time I sent my friend to die with my own hands. I'm thinking now, if I listened to you and didn't save people alone, maybe Ryan and the others wouldn't died."

Harry felt weak all over, he said hoarsely. "Ryan was actually opposed to my adventures before, but after I decided to save people, he chose to go with us because he was worried that we would not be able to face some of the complicated magic of the Ministry of Magic, and Hermione was also Came here with the same idea. They shouldn't have gone, I—I'm sorry for them."

"They are indeed very good at understanding magic, and they are not unreasonable to worry about." Dumbledore nodded. "I checked the arch, and after combining other people's accounts, I can confirm that the two of them resisted the explosion of death breath in front of that door. If they hadn't done that, you who were on the stage at that time basically Impossible to survive. They saved everyone - except themselves."

Having said that, Dumbledore paused for a moment: "So there is nothing wrong with the two of them following you. You alone cannot resist the power of death. I just didn't expect that Ryan would go so far in the study of magic. But I think they should have known what they were going to face when they saved you, but they did it anyway. They are brave in this regard, braver than most adult wizards."

"So, it's my fault—" Harry murmured, his head bowed, but Dumbledore cut him off from his self-pity. "It's not just your fault, it's my fault."

Harry looked up at Dumbledore in surprise, and then saw that Dumbledore also showed apology in his eyes. "I have been a principal for too long. This long experience has made me more inclined to look at the problem holistically rather than from the perspective of someone. When Sirius was kidnapped, I just wanted to find the best solution. Rescue Sirius. At the same time try to minimize the harm of innocent people. But I didn't consider that he is your only relative now, and ignored your inner feelings."

"Harry, I want to apologize to you on this point. I also want to apologize to Ryan and Hermione." Dumbledore said word by word, "This is an old man's review of his own mistakes. I realized that I A long life has given me not only experience, but also some stubborn wrong ideas. As the world's number one white wizard, this honor and responsibility sometimes make me ignore the feelings of many people. I realize that this is a big mistake It's so wrong, I shouldn't forget the feelings of ordinary people."

The sun had risen; the mountains were a bright orange rim, and the sky above was colorless and bright.The light fell on Dumbledore, on his gray eyebrows, his beard, and his deep wrinkles.Harry also realized at this time that Dumbledore was indeed old, and those heavy burdens might not have enough energy to think about everything.

"By the way, what is the prophecy ball that Voldemort is fighting with us today?" After a moment of silence in the office, Harry asked him another question.He wished to know what his friends had exchanged their lives for?
"This is a long story, Harry. I want to present it to you in a more intuitive way." After speaking, Dumbledore stood up and walked past Harry, and came to a black box next to the phoenix perch. In front of the cabinet.He bent over.Pulling down the latch, he took out the Pensieve from inside, then raised his wand to his temple, drew out a few strands of silvery, cobweb-like fiber of thought to stick to the wand, and put these thought fibers into the stone basin.

Harry buried his head in the Pensieve together with Dumbledore, and did not raise his head until a quarter of an hour later.He looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Is this what you have been hiding from me? Everything started because of such a prophecy?" As a wizard who grew up in the Muggle world, Harry had never been very concerned about such prophecies. cold.Especially after taking the divination class at Hogwarts.Under such circumstances, when he learned that everything in his life happened because of this prophecy, he naturally felt a sense of absurdity.

"Yes, even if Voldemort only listened to the first half of the prophecy: the boy's birthday falls in July, and the parents defeated Voldemort three times. But he still came to try to kill you, but he failed under the protection of your mother. But he He also marked you, marking you as his lifelong enemy." Dumbledore said slowly.

"The end of the prophecy—it says—that both cannot live—" Harry's heart seemed to sink. "We've got to kill the other—"

"Yes, this is the burden you will carry, heavier than anyone I have ever met. Along the way, you will see many sacrifices. Loved ones, friends, even yourself. Misfortune Unfortunately, Ryan and Hermione are probably just the beginning, and what you can do now is to minimize the occurrence of such tragedies."

After listening to Professor Dumbledore's words, Harry stood there silently for a long time——

(End of this chapter)