MTL - Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic-Chapter 73 Dumbledore's guess

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Suddenly, a heat flow rose in Auston's chest, and the heat flow pulled his consciousness tightly and made him break free from the icy abyss.

He suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him is no longer a cold stone room, but a clean ceiling.

He moved slightly, and a piercing pain came from all over his body.

"Oh, you're awake!" Dumbledore with half-moon eyes stood not far away and smiled at him.

Only then did Auston notice that he was in the school infirmary, lying beside Delphi's bed. On the other side of him was Harry, who was still in a coma.

"Dumbledore...Sir, am I dead!" He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"Hehe, Voldemort is dead," Dumbledore answered while sitting by his bed, "and you, still alive."

"Seriously, I really have to give Madam Pomfrey a raise. I didn't expect her medical skills to be so good that she can repair her heart." His long fingers pointed to the location of Auston's heart.

"Did Madam Pomfrey save me?"

"Oh, don't talk like that, child," Madam Pomfrey came over with a large and small medicine bottle, "if there is no stone that can make people immortal, not even the director of St. Mungo's Hospital will come here. use."

"Stone?" Auston's mind hadn't turned around.

"Is it the Philosopher's Stone?!" He finally remembered the stone he swallowed,

"I'm sorry professor, I ate it in order not to let Voldemort get it."

Auston bowed his head and apologized to Dumbledore.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter child, because of your feat, even if you eat twelve Philosopher's Stones, I think Nico is willing." Dumbledore comforted him with a smile.

"Because of this, you can save your life under that sword." Madam Pomfrey put down the tray and added.

Auston raised his head slightly and looked into Dumbledore's bright eyes.

"Is Voldemort really dead?" he asked. "I mean, all I see is the fog on him, and he's just a broken soul. Can I really kill him?"

"Of course. Didn't I say that your short sword is a sharp treasure. He can destroy all filth that touches it, even Voldemort." Dumbledore looked seriously at Auston's black eyes,

"Besides, there is another thing that can defeat him, which is your heart. The moment he decides to possess you, he is wrong. Because you are different from all the people who have been possessed by him before, you have firmness. Will and determination to die. When the sword is in your heart, he's gone."

Auston was a little disbelieving for this explanation, and he lay back in bed again.

"Mrs Pomfrey, it looks like you have to show that thing to our little hero." Dumbledore turned to Madam Pomfrey and said.

She nodded and walked inside.

After a while, she came out with a pair of tweezers in her hand, and a small black and black sequin was clamped on the tweezers.

Auston stretched out his hand to take the thing,

"what is this?"

"This is the proof that you killed Voldemort." Dumbledore took the sequin from his hand and put it in front of the half-moon glasses to examine it carefully, "Voldemort had a huge viper when he was rising, and it followed his master around. Wicked. Eleven years ago, after Voldemort was devoured by his own spell that night, he disappeared. I guess the scales came from him."

Dumbledore shook the sequin and said slowly, "After that, Voldemort's remaining soul should always rest on the scales. Madam Pomfrey took it out from the inside when she repaired your heart."

Dumbledore smiled and shoved the scales back into Auston's hands.

"Now there's no trace of black magic on it, so I'll leave it for you as a souvenir."

"Now, I have to go, there are still a lot of things in that stone room waiting for me to deal with." Dumbledore stood up and prepared to leave,

"By the way, Madam Pomfrey, do you have any medicine for toothache here, please give me some."

Madam Pomfrey listened and turned around to get her medicine from the medicine cabinet in the inner room.

"There is always a price to pay for doing what you like. I'm going to lose both of my teeth." He smiled and winked at Auston.

"Wait! Professor," Auston sat up suddenly, accidentally pulling the wound on his body, cold sweat dripping down his temples.

"Slow down child," Dumbledore supported him, "Mrs. Pomfrey said you'd have to stay here for at least a week to get better, and don't move around until then."

Auston slowed down for a long time before the pain on his body gradually dissipated.

"Professor, my wand..."

"Oh, of course, it's a good wand," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Maybe it is," Auston was a little discouraged, "but I can't use it to cast magic."

"Isn't it always possible to cast magic?" Dumbledore looked at him with inquiring eyes.

"No, I used it to solve Voldemort's Cruciatus yesterday, but I wanted to cast a spell on Voldemort in the stone chamber, but it wouldn't listen."

Dumbledore sat back on Auston's bed again, holding his shoulder in approval.

"Oh! Boy, there are not many wizards who can break Voldemort's Unforgivable Curse. You can count them on one hand, and of course, I have to count one finger."

"Then," Dumbledore continued, "I want to ask you a question first about your inability to use magic in the stone chamber."

Auston nodded, UU reading www.uukanshu.com waiting for him to ask questions.

"What were you thinking when you unlocked the Cruciatus?"

Auston glanced at Delphi lying beside him. Dumbledore immediately smiled clearly.

"Because you're worried about Miss Spender in your heart, right?" Dumbledore pointed to Delphi, and continued, "Auston, you have powerful magic on you, and that's why I wrote you a letter. Repeatedly emphasizing the reason why the quill is not wrong. However, you cannot cast magic because you have some kind of prohibition on you, and I have visited all the knowledgeable wizards before replying to you, and they have not seen such Ban, so I have to give you a useful wand and watch the aftermath."

"But," he continued, "I suspect it may be because you were not supposed to be of this world."

Auston grabbed the sheet suddenly, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Relax, relax." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I'm just guessing. Because our magic is contained in the body and controlled by the soul. Although your body contains powerful magic, maybe because of you Not of this world, so your soul can't find a way to govern it."

"Only this explanation makes sense," Dumbledore smiled and spread his hands, "and when you were unraveling Voldemort's Cruciatus, you were thinking about Miss Spender, and wished you could take the pain for her instead. This also brings you closer. The distance between your soul and this world."

When Dumbledore explained his guess to him with his hands behind his back, Auston wiped the cold sweat on his head with a pillow towel.

He will find out the reason why he can't use magic later, and he decided not to stay on this dangerous issue.

"I have another question, Professor." Allston asked, "How do you plan to distribute the Academy Cup?"

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