RNP Chapter 129 Meeting the Enemy
Chapter 129 Meeting the Enemy
Chapter 129 Meeting the Enemy
Any kind of reaction is possible because Harry is a child, but Lane and Dumbledore did not consider this possibility.
Even after it happened, they still didn't understand what Harry meant by spitting it out.
Could it be a sudden, serious illness?
It shouldn't be. Harry can eat and sleep well, and he's in great shape. Although he was skinny and small when he first enrolled, after eating and drinking a lot during this time, his hand-to-hand combat ability is above average among his peers. In addition, this is Hogwarts, and students have the protection of the castle, so there's basically no chance of any sudden serious illness.
If it's due to natural factors, at most it will only cause a minor flu; but if it involves external forces, then it's hard to say.
Or perhaps it's a malicious speculation by Lane that Dumbledore is a useless and incompetent headmaster, an idea that stems entirely from an instinctive subconscious desire to usurp power.
The reason he said it was subconscious is because the wizarding world had undergone tremendous changes during this period, and he sincerely believed that it was better to let the experienced veterans shine in such times.
Ideally, the older comrades could work a few more years, and after becoming the ultimate principal, they could work for another hundred years.
What?
Some people say that Hogwarts does not have the position of Headmaster?
This shows that these young comrades don't know how to use their brains, their thinking isn't active enough, they can't take a strategic view of the overall situation, and they lack a sense of the big picture.
If there are no positions, we can create them; if there are no conditions, we can create them! These are not problems!
After all, it would be quite amusing if Ryan were to take the stage himself and make a huge blunder on his first day.
If such a thing were to happen, he, who is already socially dead on Earth, would have to consider a Mars colonization plan.
In the magical world, matters related to the Law of Secrecy have never changed as planned.
Ryan was getting more and more distracted as he thought about what kind of trouble the romantic city of France would cause this weekend.
"All cleaned up. What happened to you, Harry?" Dumbledore pushed his wand, clearing away the vomit and cleaning up the mess.
"It's alright, Headmaster. It's just that the thought of having a connection with Voldemort makes me feel disgusted."
Harry took a couple of breaths to suppress the churning feeling, but the series of images he had just imagined kept churning in his mind, making him feel increasingly sad.
"I can understand. The name Voldemort is inherently detestable, and having any association with such a person is certainly not a pleasant thing," Dumbledore said.
Dumbledore, who had temporarily taken on the role of spiritual mentor, offered Harry some guidance.
The counseling was a great success.
Harry was convinced.
Harry began to imagine how he could be a good assistant in Voldemort's research experiments.
I will definitely be rational, patient, and obedient to orders, so as to contribute to a better future.
"*! Voldemort, you old villain, you killed my whole family! Fortunately, the heavens have opened their eyes today! Prepare to die!" With a roar, the person who had transformed into a little lion charged straight towards the seal where Voldemort was located as soon as he entered the gate.
"No need to get so worked up, relax, relax." Ryan quickly pulled Harry back to prevent him from trying to punch Voldemort in his spirit form.
Harry tried to struggle.
But they found that it was as if they were bound by iron rings, with no room to maneuver at all.
He instinctively thought of Neville, and of that power spell.
Sometimes, in the common room, Fred and George would easily be punched away by Neville or flipped to the ground by a sweeping arm.
Perhaps what Fred and George felt back then is how I feel now.
He calmed down, mainly because he couldn't move.
"Come on, let me introduce you to the seniors who captured Voldemort this time." He held Harry tightly, and after finding that Harry had calmed down a bit, he introduced the big shots in the room to Harry one by one.
"This is Mr. Nicolas Flamel, my teacher, the greatest alchemist in the wizarding world."
Harry, who was forcibly restrained, felt that he seemed to have seen the old man's name somewhere before, but at this moment, he had only regained his senses physically, and his brain was completely offline. His intelligence had not taken over, and he couldn't remember at all.
He could only greet the old man: "Hello, Mr. Nicolas Flamel, my name is Harry Potter."
"This is Mr. Dumbledore's closest friend, the kind of friend you can't be closer to. Just call him Mr. Gale." Ryan then pulled Harry over to meet Gale.
"Hello, Mr. Gale." Although he had never heard of or seen Dumbledore having such a close friend on the Chocolate Frog cards, Harry believed Ryan's words and greeted the old man respectfully.
"Then I don't need to introduce Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick." Lane gestured for Harry to quickly step forward and greet them.
"Hello, Headmaster, Professor," Harry greeted them without hesitation.
The whole process doesn't seem like Dumbledore recruiting new members into Voldemort's research group.
It was more like the eldest brother Ryan leading his younger brother Harry to pay homage to the mountain stronghold.
Although the art style deviates a little from the core theme, it has indeed achieved the first step of getting to know each other.
"A very polite child." Nicolas Flamel beckoned. "I've heard Albus mention you. Come here and let me see you."
Harry felt someone push him from behind. He took two steps forward and stood in front of the Old Wizarding Crew.
Once he had regained his footing, he didn't forget to say to Nicolas Flamel, "Thank you for your help, sir."
The reason they were so polite was twofold: firstly, Harry was a good boy, and secondly, these people had helped him capture Voldemort, which was equivalent to avenging him and doing him a great favor.
Harry was genuinely grateful.
"—There is indeed a connection." Nicolas Flamel parted Harry's hair and pressed his fingers on the lightning bolt scar on Harry's head.
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, just like an ordinary person trying to increase their observation distance.
However, this behavior seems rather illogical when it comes to Nicolas Flamel.
Harry felt the pressure of those old, cold fingers pressing on his forehead suddenly increase.
This thought was then replaced by the feeling of the finger pressing down. Being pressed by this finger was like touching time that had solidified into decay, or like opening a long-sealed, cold cellar and feeling that biting coldness, the chilling wind of history.
This sensation seemed to seep into the skin along the scar, extend into the muscle texture, and then, little by little, follow the flesh downwards, winding into the skull, touching the cerebral cortex, where wrinkles and softness coexist.
Harry suddenly shivered.
"Ryan," Nicolas Flamel called out.
"What is it, teacher?"
"Take Harry outside and have a chat, so the boy won't be so nervous. Albus and I will do some preparations." Nicolas Flamel withdrew his hand.
Is this necessary? Yes, it is necessary!
Ryan immediately realized that the teacher seemed to have discovered something significant about Harry, and took two steps forward to pull Harry back: "Shall I take Harry out for a bite and a drink? Are you ready to contact me with the communicator?"
"Alright, go ahead." Nicolas Flamel waved his hand.
Wait until Ryan pulls Harry away.
Dumbledore immediately asked, "What have you discovered?"