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Sherlock, who had come out of the Pensieve and returned to the normal headmaster's office, looked calm and looked at Dumbledore and Moody.

"Bella's charge at the trial was to torture the Mad Longbottoms with the Cruciatus, Neville's parents, so that's all she's guilty of? If not, add the people she killed and the crimes she committed. Aren't those sins enough to get her a Dementor's kiss?"

Moody shook his head.

"You know, Sherlock, there is no death penalty in the magic world, and a dementor's kiss is not a death sentence, but it is better than a death sentence, but no one would ever think that this is the ultimate criminal law, after all, the moment the soul is absorbed, the deceased simply feels No pain whatsoever."

"So the maximum penalty in magical law has always been Azkaban's life sentence. No one can stand the dementors who eat away hope and happiness day and night, and the stronger the will, the more they will Live longer, but also be more desperate."

"There is no end to this torture. In that environment, there is no hope left for them, only endless pain."

With that said, Moody turned to look at Dumbledore.

"That's why Dumbledore has always disliked the relationship between the Ministry of Magic and Dementors. He always felt that wizards should not have contact with such monsters."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, acquiescing to Moody's words.

He turned his head to look at Harry, the blue eyes that seemed to see more than the magic eye looked at Harry and said softly.

"So, Harry, what do you have to say to me before being sucked into the Pensieve?"

Harry didn't hesitate, Sherlock and Moody were trustworthy people, and he certainly wouldn't have anything to hide.

It's just that the picture like a dream, and now let him recall, his memory picture has become intermittent.

"Yes," said Harry. "Professor, I'm taking a divination class, but I… I fell asleep."

He hesitated, thinking he was about to be criticized, but Dumbledore said.

"Understandable, go on."

"Well, I had a dream," said Harry. "Dream about Voldemort, who was torturing Peter...you know Peter?"

"I know," said Dumbledore at once, "to go on."

"Voldemort got a letter from the owl, and he seemed to say that Wormtail made a big mistake, he said someone was dead, and that Peter's blood was dirty and would kill him...and he My name was mentioned, and things couldn't go wrong with me, and then my scar started to hurt, so badly, it woke me up."

His retelling is confusing, but several key scenes are all spoken out.

After Dumbledore heard his story, his brows furrowed, and Moody and Sherlock, who were listening on the sidelines, also fell into a moment of thought.

"Is this the second time? Harry." Sherlock asked, looking at Harry. "Apart from the time you came to see me over the summer vacation, is this the second time this has happened?"

Harry scratched his head, thinking carefully for a moment.

"I had a few headaches in the middle, but I never dreamed of pictures like I did during the summer vacation and this time."

He looked at Dumbledore, who was still thinking.

"Professor, do you know why my scar hurts?"

Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a moment, then said: "I have only one speculation, just speculation...I think when Voldemort came near you, or when he had a particularly strong vengeance. When you will, your scars will hurt."

"But... why?"

"Because that unsuccessful spell connected you to him," said Dumbledore. "This is no ordinary scar."

When he said this, both Harry and Dumbledore turned their attention to Sherlock.

Apparently they both knew that the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead was part of Lily's part, and that Sherlock had played a part in the magic.

But although Sherlock has improved this magic, he doesn't know why it can make Harry dream of Voldemort.

"This shouldn't be a problem with soul protection magic." Sherlock could only be sure of this, "The problem should come from Voldemort's side. He used a failed death curse. This is the first case in the history of magic, so in fact It's not surprising what sort of after-effects Harry has now."

There was silence in the office for a moment, then Harry asked hesitantly.

"Then...that dream...is it real?"

"It's possible," said Dumbledore. "Harry, from your point of view, have you seen Voldemort?"

"No," Harry said honestly, "only saw the back of his chair, but couldn't see anything at all, did he? He didn't have a body, did he? But...then how could he possibly pick it up? Where's the wand punishing Peter?" Harry said slowly.

"Yeah," Dumbledore murmured, "how is that possible..."

Sherlock and Moody couldn't come up with an answer, but Sherlock was thinking a little more at this time.

He touched his chin, looked at Harry, and said.

"If Harry's side can see what's happening on Voldemort's side, can Voldemort see Harry's scene too?"

Sherlock's words immediately stunned the other three people present, especially Harry and Moody, who instantly felt horrified in their hearts.

Moody's magical fake eye was spinning fast, and Harry opened his mouth wide, unable to make any sound for a long time.

Only Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"Judging from what has happened so far, there should be no UU reading www.uukanshu.com, otherwise in the second competition, Harry would not be able to escape so easily."

Even though he said so, Harry still felt a flurry of hair all over his body at this time, and he always felt that there was a cold gaze watching him silently in the dark.

"But let's not talk about why your scars hurt, and you have such nightmares."

Dumbledore didn't look at Harry when he said this, but looked at Sherlock.

"We have another matter for you. Originally, I planned to call you tomorrow to tell you about it, but you came at the right time today."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Harry's face was dazed, and Moody, who didn't know about it beforehand, also frowned slightly.

Afterwards, the door of the principal's office was closed, and the portraits of the principals who were already drowsy on the wall were snoring slightly at this time, obscuring the conspiracy in the room.

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