Chapter 130 Everything I think is reality (Second update~Please subscribe~)

Magic surged out and flames rolled up Harry and Dumbledore.

A snap.

They disappeared into the office.

The next moment they appeared in an open space, with Hogwarts Castle looming in the distance. They were taken to the southwest of the Black Lake, to an open space that met the Forbidden Forest.

You have to bypass most of the Black Lake and pass by Hagrid's Hut. Almost no students come here.

Fawkes landed on Harry's head and cried a few times.

Sorting Hat Translation: "She said she wanted Hedwig's rations as payment."

"Then you have to go find Hedwig." Harry raised his hand and touched its head.

Fox immediately flew away.

Harry didn't quite understand.

Harry looked at the thick layer of snow beside the lake: "Senior Tom is going to be resurrected."

Harry nodded.

"It seems you know." Harry said calmly, "I asked my uncle and godfather a few days ago, and they don't know about these things."

Harry stared at Dumbledore in surprise.

The wind wasn't strong enough, the rain and snow were heavy, and thunderclouds only came once.

"Fawkes." Dumbledore called into the air.

He raised his hands and made mudra.

"I don't want to discuss cockroaches with you." Seeing Dumbledore's serious face, starting to feel like Ron meeting the broomstick, Harry shook his head expressionlessly, interrupting this trend, "Let's start today's lesson.

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"Lee Jordan is the one who buys the most cockroaches in Gryffindor." Harry argued with him. "He said more than once that this thing should be in Zuko's joke shop, not a candy shop."

Dumbledore waved his wand again.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, with thousands of soldiers stuck in his throat. After a while, he calmed down and said softly: "Then let's start today's lesson."

Harry was stunned.

"You are only thirteen years old now, but your life is almost as tiring as mine."

Dumbledore looked regretful: "It seems we have to walk back."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

Harry looked at him strangely: "Professor, are you serious? Fox doesn't like it being too normal. Even Crookshanks doesn't like cockroaches."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

"You have to think from the bottom of your heart to change." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"As long as you don't think about it, there is no magic in anything."

Dumbledore coughed, waved his wand, and a dead tree by the lake twisted and turned into a small boat: "Get on the boat."

Until the moon rises into the sky.

He can only affect a small area.

Harry got on the boat with him. There was no wind, so the boat started automatically and drifted to the other side.

Dumbledore threw a shot in his face to clear things up: "Harry, it might be better if you didn't apologize."

Harry tentatively said, "Practice for another two hours?"

A breeze surged up, but unlike the whirlwind spell and hurricane spell, this wind did not come from the wand, but blew naturally from the north, whistling.

Dumbledore disagreed very much: "Jordan? That little naughty guy second only to the Weasley brothers? You can't trust his words. He likes to trick people the most."

"This spell is not difficult." Dumbledore broke down a series of weather spells and introduced them to Harry, "but it is even more difficult to master than the Patronus Charm."

"Call the rain!"

As he finished speaking, everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion. The wind stopped blowing, the soil rushed back to the earth, and the flames and water flow merged, but not a single bit of water vapor could rise.

Harry stared directly at the house elf: "If you have this idea, just say it. There is no need to be so secretive with me."

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded, "You have already mastered the power before you even started learning magic."

Dumbledore's face froze, and he turned his head to the side unnaturally.

"One day, Severus will tell you." Dumbledore tilted his head, "If you don't talk about this, Harry, you can try to slow down a little."

The water in the black lake surged rapidly, rising high and pouring down like a waterfall.

"Falling snow."

This spell was no more difficult than the Patronus Charm. Under Dumbledore's guidance, he quickly mastered this series of spells, but he was still not as good as Dumbledore.

Water, flames, soil, and breeze are flowing around me.

He waved his wand again.

Dark clouds rolled in, and a huge bolt of lightning shattered the night, and then quickly dissipated.

Magic is just a slap on the head?

As the raindrops fell, there was an exclamation from across the Black Lake. No one expected that it would rain in this kind of weather. The water droplets fell and quickly turned into ice.

Harry looked at him.

As he spoke, he paused slightly and waved his wand vigorously.

This was the second agreement he made with Dumbledore, to learn the technique of mobilizing magic that did not belong to him.

There was even a panicked mermaid inside - I couldn't come up to take a breath, so what's going on?

"Let me enjoy the feeling I had back then."

However, Harry had already felt the impact of the Weather Spell, the magic power that was outside his body, ready to move, and wanted to be controlled by him.

But it's no use.

Magic is surging.

"Let's talk about the longer-term ideal?" Dumbledore continued to ask, "You are very smart and perceptive. Do you want to go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Many people don't have such strong confidence. They all choose to retreat in the face of celestial phenomena."

Harry looked at his hands, lost in thought.

"Clear water like a spring." Harry said the spell he didn't say.

From the Ravenclaw Tower to the area where I was sitting in the open space that spread a little further into the Forbidden Forest.

He waved lightly.

Igni!

The flames spurted forward and splashed onto the surface of the black lake, stirring up a burst of misty water vapor.

Dumbledore nodded: "That's right."

Dumbledore sighed: "Don't use Legilimency on me."

The gentle sound of the wind echoed his words.

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow." Dumbledore refused immediately, "You can spare me as an old man, but you are not here. No, I didn't have as much energy as you when I was young."

Dumbledore imitated Harry and made a nondescript handprint: "It's those hand gesture magics of yours."

"It seems we have to take a rest." Dumbledore waved his wand and all the weather ended.

"Maybe it will work?" Harry shrugged.

Because I want it to happen?

"Actually, haven't you already succeeded?" Dumbledore said softly.

No bird responded to him.

"Magic is everywhere."

"Calling thunder."

"I remember Weasley. Percy Weasley's dream was to become the Minister of Magic."

Harry stared directly into Dumbledore's eyes: "I can absolutely trust him, but the cause of my father's and mother's death cannot be so unclear."

Dumbledore continued: "This spell-casting technique is not the same as the Patronus Charm. There is a spell that can help you find this feeling."

Dumbledore stiffened.

Pat pat pat——

With a pop, a puff of air sprayed on Dumbledore's face, ruffling his beard and hair.
To be continued...