"He's furious!"
Harry's eyes snapped open, jolting himself back to the present moment, where he was sitting in an armchair in Dumbledore's office, with Dumbledore leaning over him.
"Voldemort encountered too many frustrating things tonight."
Dumbledore waved his wand lightly, and a cup of butterbeer appeared out of thin air and handed it to Harry, smiling and explaining, "After all, the plan that he had been planning for half a year was ruined by you. I think he must be very angry. However, Harry, I still hope you can close your brain."
"This is not an easy task. Albert is right. I don't have much talent in brain occlusion." Harry didn't think it was a bad thing to be able to feel Voldemort's emotions. At least he could get a lot of useful information from it.
"That's just an excuse he made up because he's too lazy to teach you," Dumbledore consoled him. "As long as you study hard, you'll be able to learn it. It all depends on your attitude towards the matter."
"Maybe, but that guy rarely lies."
Harry had long been aware that he had no talent for Occlumency.
"Perhaps it's time." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Perhaps I should tell you what you need to know."
"The prophecy?"
Harry asked curiously as he took a sip of his butterbeer.
His guess was correct, Dumbledore really knew the contents of the prophecy.
"Yes, it is related to the prophecy," Dumbledore nodded. "As you think, I do know the full content of the prophecy."
"Is this really a good idea?" Harry wondered. "If Voldemort continues to peer into my brain, he might be able to dig out this part of my memory."
"Maybe, but he won't do that."
"Why?"
"Remember Quirrell?" Dumbledore explained. "Your soul was too hot for Voldemort. It was like putting your hand over a red-hot iron."
"But he could still spy on you through my eyes before," Harry reminded.
"Yes, he actually wanted me to give up and sacrifice you, but you have overcome the influence that Voldemort has exerted on you." Dumbledore said calmly: "Now I can feel that the sense of voyeurism has disappeared. Voldemort has obviously given up."
"That's the effect of the Felicis."
"But Voldemort doesn't know that. He trusts his own judgment more." Dumbledore said softly, "This is the arrogance of a genius."
"Albert is like that too?"
Harry recalled the Albert he knew and found that this was true. Albert had always been very confident.
Dumbledore stood up and walked to the black cabinet next to the Phoenix perch. He took out a shallow-bottomed Pensieve from the cabinet and placed it in front of Harry. He then drew a few silver strands of thought from his brain and placed them in the Pensieve.
The liquid in the Pensieve began to swirl, and a figure appeared on the surface of the water. Harry recognized it: Sybill Trelawney.
The Divination professor in the Pensieve was in a strange state. Harry had seen her giving predictions to people before.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that has thrice defeated the Dark Lord... Born in the seventh month... The Dark Lord's Mark marks him as his greatest rival, but he possesses powers the Dark Lord does not understand... One must die at the hands of the other, for both cannot live but one... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."
There was dead silence in the office.
"So, I must kill Voldemort?"
Harry was the first to break the silence, looking up at Dumbledore.
"This is not an easy task. Voldemort is much more powerful than me. Perhaps I should give the title of savior to Albert. He may be able to kill Voldemort."
After noticing Dumbledore's look, Harry shrugged and said, "Okay, I was just kidding. Voldemort knew about this prophecy?"
"No, Voldemort must know about this prophecy and its general content, otherwise he would not come to kill me. But he probably doesn't know the full content, so he wants to get the prophecy ball, but that thing has been destroyed by me."
"Yes, he knows the first little part."
"At that time, I went to meet an applicant who wanted to be a professor of divination. I think you should know that there are very few wizards who are really good at divination, and the applicant happened to be the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous and talented prophet. Although in my opinion, she did not inherit the talent for divination at all, but out of courtesy, I still went to meet her."
Dumbledore stared into the Pensieve, lost in a brief moment of recollection.
"But I never dreamed that I would hear some very valuable prophecies. Unfortunately, in a place like the Hog's Head, you can't expect conversations to be confidential, and there was a man hiding outside to eavesdrop, although he was soon discovered and thrown out of the bar.
"Who was eavesdropping on the prophecy?" Harry asked suddenly. "That guy must be a Death Eater, Peter Pettigrew?"
"I thought you would pay more attention to the contents of the prophecy." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
After finding out that Dumbledore was not going to tell him who the guy who eavesdropped on the prophecy was, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped asking further questions, because he knew that Dumbledore would most likely not tell him, and if it was really necessary, he could just spend some Galleons to ask Albert to help find that guy.
"So, after Voldemort heard the prophecy, he came to kill me." Harry couldn't help but complain.
"Yes, but he failed because he did not hear the prophecy that followed. Voldemort never knew that attacking you was a dangerous thing. Otherwise, he would not have risked transmitting energy to you to attack you. Instead, he should have waited patiently and taken action only after obtaining more information."
"Maybe, he is afraid that it will be too late. If he kills the person now, there will be less trouble." Harry could understand Voldemort's way of thinking. It is much safer to nip the danger in the bud than to face the danger directly.
"I think the energy in the prophecy that the Dark Lord didn't understand made Voldemort feel threatened." Dumbledore explained, "Voldemort has dabbled in many aspects. Maybe he can't predict, but he must have known about the prophecy. When someone told him the prophecy, maybe he didn't take it seriously at first, but after part of the prophecy came true, Voldemort couldn't bear it anymore... He would never allow the prophecy to come true, so he took action."
"Do I have anything like that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Of course you have Harry."
"courage?"
"No, it's love for Harry," said Dumbledore gently.
"Love?" Harry muttered. "It's hard to understand."
"Your mother sacrificed herself to save you. This is the power of love." Dumbledore said softly, "And Voldemort has no love at all. None at all."
"What a pathetic creature he is," muttered Harry.
"Yes, he is pitiful, but he does not deserve sympathy."
"However, I still think the prophecy is unreliable. Neville was also born at the end of July, and his family is also a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Although I don't know if they can defeat Voldemort three times, I think my father probably can't. This probably refers to thwarting Voldemort's conspiracy."
"Moreover, Voldemort actually believed in such an unreliable prophecy. Is he an idiot? Anyone with a normal brain knows that Sybill Trelawney is a liar. Otherwise, how could such a great prophet be so poor and downtrodden as to go to a place like the Hog's Head? You know, the price for Albert to make a prediction for someone starts at hundreds of Galleons."
In response to Harry's complaints, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence again.
"He doesn't know that the prophecy was made by Sybil, and perhaps the person who told him the prophecy doesn't know either." Dumbledore said softly, "This matter may be related to me, because in Voldemort's cognition, this prophecy was made by me, and perhaps he misunderstood that I was trying to find someone to deal with him. However, you are right about one thing, there were two children who met the prophecy at that time."
"Me and Neville?" Harry was a little surprised, but even more confused in his heart, "And Voldemort chose me? Or did he actually want to kill both of them, and I was just the unlucky one who was chosen by him first?"
"Voldemort chose you, most likely because you are a half-blood, just like him." Dumbledore explained: "According to his creed, only pure-blood wizards have value in existence."
"He himself is a half-blood, is he pretending to be a pure-blood?" Harry wanted to complain about Voldemort's values. "If only pure-blood wizards have the value of existence, why doesn't he just die?"
Dumbledore ignored Harry's complaints and continued, "Unfortunately, Voldemort chose you first and paid a heavy price for it, so Voldemort determined that you were the one in the prophecy, and after Voldemort failed to attack you, the official records were relabeled."
"A few hours after Voldemort was defeated, his supporters were still at large. They were all brutal desperadoes. I think it won't take long for them to find out that Voldemort disappeared after going to the Potters' house. You are in more danger than others," Dumbledore continued. "My first consideration is to keep you alive, because I don't believe Voldemort will die. He has extensive magical knowledge, and there must be some way to save his life. In fact, he is not dead, and he will come back one day."
"Your mother's sacrifice makes blood ties my best choice," Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes and explained calmly, "So, I chose to let your uncle and aunt raise you instead of other wizard families. I think you must have similar doubts."
"Yes." Harry said without hesitation, "They hate me, and I hate them too. My life was terrible before I went to Hogwarts. At that time, I dreamed of leaving that home."
"I'm sorry. I know that many wizard families are not only willing to adopt you, but also willing to raise you as their own son. But I need you to stay away from the wizarding world and all this, and grow up smoothly." Dumbledore said with a little guilt, "Although your childhood may not be happy, at least you are still alive, like a normal child, not like James, a spoiled little prince. In fact, you should have seen many similar cases."
"Draco Malfoy, and Dudley." Harry curled his lips. From Snape's memory, he knew what kind of person his father was. To be honest, he didn't like James at that time.
"When I saw you again at the opening ceremony, you were at least healthy and energetic. I am also proud of your subsequent performance. You prevented Voldemort from taking the Philosopher's Stone and delayed the time for him to recover his magic."
"At the time, I said to myself, you are too young to know this because it is unacceptable for a child your size."
Harry fell into a brief silence again. He could feel that Dumbledore had been silently guiding his growth, at least that was the case during the time of the Philosopher's Stone.
A simple experiment that was undoubtedly successful.
Harry did not feel angry about this, perhaps because of what he had experienced, or perhaps the effect of the Felicis was still there.
"Perhaps, you have wondered why I did not choose you as the prefect. I must admit that you already have too many responsibilities to bear. I have told myself again and again that you are still too young and kept making excuses for myself." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with relief: "Perhaps, I am grateful to Anderson. He has made you grow up completely. Just now, I realized that you are ready, and I must tell you these secrets as soon as possible so that you can shoulder this burden, instead of waiting for you to graduate from Hogwarts, because Voldemort has been resurrected and it is too late."
"But how can I defeat Voldemort? How can I kill him? Even the Avada Kedavra Curse couldn't do it." Harry asked in confusion.
"Don't worry, I'll give you private lessons next semester and teach you a few things."
"Private lessons?" Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Sir, what will you teach me? A powerful magic that can kill Voldemort?"
"Oh, keep it secret for now. I suggest you focus on the upcoming OWLS exams." Dumbledore said lightly, "I heard that you want to become an Auror in the future."
"That won't be easy," muttered Harry.
"You should have confidence in yourself." Dumbledore said suddenly, "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. I think you need friends, Harry. You might as well relax in front of Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger. You hide such an important thing from them, which will hurt their feelings."
"Can I tell Sirius?" Harry asked expectantly.
"Sirius has a right to know," said Dumbledore. "I will speak to him personally about this."
Harry couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said to Dumbledore, "Then I'll go first."
As Harry left the headmaster's office, he saw Hermione and Ron waving at him, with Sirius standing behind them, smiling at him.