Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Although the children knew something about the Order of the Phoenix, and even participated in it.

But in the end, they still won't be allowed to have too much contact.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have waited until today to find out about it through the newspaper.

Discussions about the Order of the Phoenix were strictly prohibited at the school.

That's why Harry chose to write back to Sirius instead of asking Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore.

However, it seems that Sirius didn't reply...

There wasn't even a signature; they were probably afraid Mrs. Weasley would find out who told them...

After all, Mrs. Weasley had always disapproved of her children getting involved in such dangerous things.

However, this time, it's not about the Ministry of Magic.

They have other important matters to attend to, so they can talk to Dumbledore.

Principal's Office.

John and Harry arrived here together.

This place is the same as when I last came here, nothing has changed.

The only change is that the meditation basin, which was hidden in the wall, is now placed outside.

The room was still filled with the faint sweet scent of lemon and olfactory. Phoenix Fox was preening its wings with its beak and only lazily raised its eyes when it saw people come in.

Upon seeing that the visitor was John, it quickly flapped its wings a few times, transformed into a ball of flame, and disappeared from the office.

?

Why does this silly bird run away as soon as it sees people?

I was thinking of stealing a few more feathers to sell...

John mentally scoffed as he watched Fox disappear.

"Harry, John."

At that moment, Dumbledore's voice came from the second floor of the office.

Dumbledore was slowly descending the spiral staircase, saying, "Minerva said you were looking for me."

"Yes, Principal, you're really hard to find. You need a password and an appointment."

John, ever the social butterfly, found a chair, sat down, and began to complain.

"Well, John's busy too."

Dumbledore didn't care about John's disrespectful words and shrugged in response.

"Let's get down to business, Harry. Minerva said you were looking for me because of a nightmare?"

"Uh... um..."

Harry felt a little embarrassed when Dumbledore brought it up.

Because he was actually quite worried that he might be being too dramatic, even bothering Dumbledore with a nightmare.

But John kept urging him to go see Dumbledore, so he did...

"Yes, Professor, I actually started during the summer vacation."

"The same nightmare started recurring on and off... In the dream, I..."

Harry stammered as he recounted his nightmare to Dumbledore, describing the events depicted in the dream.

After listening, Dumbledore tapped the edge of the Pensieve with his fingers and frowned slightly.

Then, as if remembering something, he waved towards a cabinet in the office.

A commemorative album that looked a bit old flew into his hands.

Dumbledore casually flipped through a few pages, then stopped at a yellowed old photograph.

The photo shows a young Fudge, along with a group photo.

Of course, the photo itself isn't the main point; the main point is the location where it was taken.

"Harry, is this the place you dreamed about?"

Dumbledore pointed to the background of the photograph, which was a corridor paved with black bricks, and in the far end of the background, a door without a handle could be faintly seen.

There was a golden sphere on the door.

These all closely resemble the scenes in Harry's dream.

"That's it! This is the place!"

Sure enough, Harry nodded quickly when he saw it, his tone filled with disbelief.

I never imagined that the scenes in my dream would actually exist.

Moreover, Dumbledore found it as soon as he heard it.

"Professor, where is this place?"

"This is the 9th floor of the Ministry of Magic, right at the entrance to the Department of Mysteries."

Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes already showing understanding, as if he had locked onto something.

John and Harry were both taken aback when they heard the name Department of Mysteries.

Just moments ago, they were outside analyzing whether the place the Death Eaters wanted to break into was the Department of Mysteries.

Unexpectedly, they hadn't even discussed this with Dumbledore yet.

Harry's dream brought up this place again.

It seems there's definitely something wrong with this place.

"I think I have a pretty good idea of ​​what Voldemort is looking for."

Based on the events surrounding Podmor, Dumbledore had already deduced Voldemort's target.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the scrapbook floated back into the depths of the cabinet.

He then went to his desk, sat down, quickly took out a piece of parchment, wrote a few words, and threw it out the window.

"But now, there's something more important, Harry."

I was originally planning to ask about the Ministry of Magic along with the conversation, but Dumbledore started talking again.

"These dreams you're having... are actually the same as the dreams you had about Little Pettigrew last year..."

"Essentially, it's because there's some kind of connection between Voldemort and your mind, allowing you to see what he sees and thinks through that connection."

Harry frowned upon hearing Dumbledore's words.

He recalled that Dumbledore had mentioned it to him after he solved the locked room crisis in his second year of high school.

When Voldemort killed him and suffered a backlash, he was left with a scar on his head and other things as well.

For example, the snake voice.

And now, there's an added spiritual connection.

"I had assumed this connection would only be accidentally triggered when he was experiencing intense emotional fluctuations..."

"But now it seems that as his strength gradually recovers, this connection is becoming increasingly apparent..."

John, who was standing nearby, raised an eyebrow and said something after hearing this.

"Isn't that great? It allows us to spy on Voldemort's perspective and predict his actions in advance."

Harry thought so too, but Dumbledore denied it.

"Yes, John, but correspondingly."

"Voldemort could also invade Harry's mind and even use this connection to create traps for us to fall into."

"Fortunately, Voldemort probably hasn't realized your connection yet, so there's still a chance to salvage the situation."

As I was explaining, another figure walked in from outside the office.

It was Professor Snape, dressed in a black robe.

"Principal, you wanted to see me."

He glanced at Harry and John, then looked at Dumbledore and asked.

The parchment Dumbledore just threw out was meant to be sent to Snape.

"Well, Severus, there's a favor I need your help with."

"I hope you can teach Harry how to use Occlumency to prevent his mind from being invaded."

Harry was taken aback when he heard Dumbledore's arrangement, because he had never even heard of it before.

John understood what Dumbledore meant.

Brain block surgery.

As the name suggests, it is a magic, or ability, that closes off the mind.

Its purpose is to counter magic such as Legilimency and Imperius, which can read memories.

To cultivate to the highest level.

They can even fabricate non-existent memories to deceive Legilimency.

Professor Flitwick once said that Professor Snape seemed to be an expert in this field.

If Harry can learn this, it can indeed effectively prevent Voldemort from invading his mind.