After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 315: Truth Serum (4)

Lamia really didn't know what her purpose was here. Did Dumbledore look for her just to verify Harry's words? But now Harry said nothing. How long would she stay here?

About fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore told Sirius what had happened. He was so shocked that he didn't react for a long time.

"You mean, the Death Eater hiding in Hogwarts is Moody, no, it's Barty Jr., so he has been with Harry all the time?" Sirius walked to Harry in panic, looked him up and down to make sure that there was nothing wrong with him.

"How could you do this, Dumbledore, you should protect Harry!" Sirius said loudly, perhaps because of his inner panic, he could not control his emotions.

Dumbledore paused.

He sat down behind the desk opposite Harry and looked at him, but Harry avoided his gaze.

Dumbledore sighed and was about to force Harry to recall everything.

"Sir, let me speak." Lamia said before Dumbledore could speak.

"No, Lamia, that's up to Harry," Dumbledore said mysteriously. He waved his wand, and Lamia was immediately pressed onto the chair by an invisible hand.

"I want to know, Harry, what happened when you touched the Portkey in the maze?" said Dumbledore.

"We can talk about this tomorrow morning, can't we, Dumbledore?" Sirius said hoarsely, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him get some sleep, let him get some rest."

Harry looked at Sirius touched, but Dumbledore seemed not to hear Sirius' words. He leaned towards Harry, and Harry raised his head reluctantly and looked into those blue eyes.

"If I thought," said Dumbledore gently, "that it would be beneficial for you to hypnotize you into sleep, and allow you to temporarily withdraw your thoughts from all that had occurred tonight, I would do so.

But I know better than you that temporarily numbing the pain will only make it worse when you finally feel it. You have shown more courage than I could ever have expected of you, and I ask you to show your courage once again. I ask you to tell us what happened."

Fawkes in the corner of the office let out a soft, trembling cry. It trembled slightly in the air and flew over Harry's head. Harry felt as if a drop of hot liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, making him feel warm all of a sudden, and he felt strength and courage.

He took a deep breath and began to recount his story. As he spoke, everything that had happened that night flashed before his eyes like a movie. He saw the potion that had brought Voldemort back to life, the surface of the potion emitting sparks. He saw the Death Eaters Apparating and suddenly appearing in the tombs around them.

Once or twice Sirius made a little sound, as if he were about to say something, his hands still tightly clutched at Harry's shoulders, but Dumbledore raised a hand to stop him.

Harry took a deep breath and continued to recount the memories that were etched in his mind.

When Harry got to the point where Wormtail had stabbed him in the arm with his dagger, Sirius gave a cry of excitement, and Dumbledore sprang to his feet so quickly that Harry started.

Dumbledore came around the table and told Harry to hold out his arm, and Harry showed them both his torn robes and the wound beneath them.

Lamia also came over. Harry's wound was no longer very obvious. Perhaps it was really the effect of her healing spell.

"I'm fine now, Sirius. Madam Pomfrey cast a spell on me and I feel fine now." Harry said and put the clothes down.

Lamia retreated silently. It turned out that it was not her credit.

"He said that using my blood would work better than anyone else's, that it would make him stronger," Harry went on to tell Dumbledore. "He said that he wanted that protective power – the power my mother left in me – and he was right – and when he touched me again afterwards, he couldn't be hurt. He touched my face."

For a brief moment, Lamia thought she saw a glint of joy in Dumbledore's eyes.

But neither Harry nor Sirius noticed, for when Dumbledore returned to the chair behind his desk he looked as old and tired as before.

"Very good," he said, sitting down again. "Voldemort has triumphed over that extraordinary obstacle, Harry. Please continue."

Lamia listened as Harry continued to talk as he described how Voldemort emerged from the cauldron and told them what he remembered of Voldemort's speech to the Death Eaters, and the subsequent duel between the two.

However, when Harry got to the part where his wand flew away from his parents, he felt a lump in his throat and couldn't continue.

Just then, Sirius broke the silence, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

Lamia: "Sir, let me take care of the rest." She wanted to end this boring farce as soon as possible. She also had to hurry back to pack her things. She had completed the task and the system would send her back soon.

But Dumbledore shook his head. He didn't let Lamia speak, but motioned for Harry to continue.

Lamia only now saw through Dumbledore's true intention. He didn't want to know the truth of the matter. He just wanted to train Harry. He had already investigated the so-called truth of the matter a long time ago.

Harry looked up at Dumbledore and saw a deeply moved expression on his face.

"Flashback spell," he murmured.

His eyes gazed deep into Harry's, and an invisible, knowing glance passed between them.

"Can it get the effect of the replay spell?" Sirius asked smartly.

"Quite correctly," said Dumbledore. "Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand have the same core, and the feather they each contain was taken from the same phoenix. To be honest, this very phoenix." He pointed to the large golden and red bird that sat quietly in Harry's lap.

"The feather in my wand is from Fawkes?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "Four years ago, shortly after you left Mr. Ollivander's shop, he wrote to tell me that you had purchased the second wand."

"So, what happens when a wand meets its brother?" asked Sirius.

"They will not normally attack each other," said Dumbledore, "but if their owners insist on a confrontation between the two wands, a very rare phenomenon may occur.

One wand will force the other to repeat the spell it cast, in reverse order. First the most recent spell... then the previous ones."

This was the first time Lamia heard this news. No wonder Voldemort was so afraid of the soul emitted by Harry's wand.

"Mom spoke to me," Harry said with a grimace. "So, Professor, will Mom come back to life?"

"I'm sorry, Harry, but no dead person can be brought back to life by magic," Dumbledore said regretfully.

"But Mom talked to me, and Dad too, they seemed to be really alive." Harry's tears ran down his cheeks and fell onto his collar, wetting a part of his clothes.

"It is an echo, Harry," said Dumbledore. "It retains the features and personalities of your father and mother. They are not real. Besides, I imagine there are other similar forms, former victims of Voldemort's wand..."