The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

To avoid being accused of disregarding human life and harming innocent people.

Thinking about all this, Scott looked at the Philosopher's Stone from another dimension that Dumbledore had placed on his desk and sensed the interior of that dimension.

At this point, some of the Death Eaters seemed to have broken down; they went berserk, destroying everything around them, before being defeated by Voldemort.

However, some people remained calm.

Led by Voldemort, they relentlessly attacked the spatial barrier, taking turns to rest.

Scott was quite surprised that Voldemort, who should have been the most insane, was still maintaining a considerable degree of calm.

He withdrew his senses and looked curiously at Dumbledore and Harry.

At this moment, Dumbledore had already put down his teacup and taken out the Elder Wand.

"Focus all your attention, Harry."

He slowly raised his hand.

"Keep your mind constantly clear."

“Show me the magic that guides me to the location of Voldemort’s soul fragment.”

"Yes."

Harry took off his glasses.

"Pay attention..."

Dumbledore waved his wand very obviously.

"Soul-capturing and thought-stealing".

Harry's eyes widened.

He first became dazed, as if sleepwalking, but soon, a struggling expression appeared on his face, as if he was forcibly enduring torture.

Dumbledore stopped casting the spell and put down his wand.

"Oh, Harry, relax, your Occlumency is activated again."

"I'm sorry, Professor!"

Harry, regaining his senses, quickly apologized.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself again!"

"No need to apologize."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, it's a self-protective instinct that you can't control."

"Yes……"

Harry lowered his head in frustration.

"Harry, your Occlumency has become a conditioned reflex," Sirius praised Harry.

Of course, he didn't forget to praise himself, saying, "This proves that I've taught well!"

"Thank you." Harry's smile was somewhat forced.

Scott remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.

Harry was unaware of his true connection to Voldemort; Dumbledore had not told him.

Scott even fabricated a story about a connection caused by a prophecy in front of the two of them.

but now……

It seems Dumbledore has already told Harry everything.

Thinking of this, Scott glanced at Harry again.

Harry was starting to get agitated. He raised his hand to touch the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, biting his lower lip tightly.

Scott didn't interrupt him, but instead asked Dumbledore, "Excuse me, Professor, what was the principle behind that?"

Using Legilimency to transmit information through Harry to the Soul Shard, and then from the Soul Shard to Voldemort?

Is this even possible?

“There is hope,” Dumbledore said. “However, it is an extremely delicate task. Harry must ensure that Occlumency is not activated so that I can complete it without being affected.”

Scott turned to look at Harry.

Harry shrugged at him.

Scott said, "Why not give him a bottle of water that will kill him, so he can just fall asleep and then we can do it?"

Harry's mouth dropped open in astonishment.

"Great idea," Sirius immediately agreed.

Dumbledore looked at Harry. "What do you think, Harry?"

"I……"

Harry hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Ok."

He reluctantly agreed.

"Give."

Scott pulled a bottle of the Water of Death from the shapeshifting lizard skin pouch at his waist and handed it to Harry.

"Drink."

"Uh……"

Harry took the potion bottle and gave him a complicated look.

"Why do I feel like you were prepared all along?"

"how is this possible?"

Scott picked up his teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

"I just have a habit of carrying some commonly used potions with me."

Harry, however, was very skeptical.

"Is the Water of Life and Death a commonly used potion?"

“Of course,” Scott said confidently. “If you have occasional insomnia, it’s the perfect way to help you sleep.”

"But……"

Harry still looked at him suspiciously.

Scott curled his lip. "Stop talking nonsense and drink it."

Harry took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage, then pulled out the cork, tilted his head back, and poured the potion into his mouth in one fluid motion.

Scott watched him with great interest.

Harry looked somewhat annoyed, but he couldn't say anything more.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and the medicine bottle in his hand fell onto the carpet. Then, his head lolled to the side and he fell asleep.

Sirius gently patted Harry's shoulder, helping him lean back on the sofa.

Dumbledore tapped his wand lightly, and the back of the sofa began to slide down, turning Harry's sitting position into a semi-reclining position.

"Soul-capturing and thought-stealing".

Dumbledore waved his wand dramatically once more.

Then, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

A long time has passed.

Dumbledore never opened his eyes, but a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Scott sensed it carefully.

He always felt that Dumbledore's method was not simply Legilimency.

Rather, it is a spell derived from mind control and soul manipulation, and it has a flavor of the soul.

The spellcasting process was unexpectedly long, and both Scott and Sirius watched quietly.

The difference was that Sirius looked worried, while Scott remained calm.

As Dumbledore cast his spell, Scott was also sensing Voldemort's reaction within the alternate dimension.

Voldemort did not attack the spatial barrier at this moment.

He stood to the side, like an overseer, directing the Death Eaters under his command in their relentless attacks.

So far, he has not shown any abnormalities, seemingly unaware of the "signals" from the soul fragments.

Scott was just wondering whether to tell Dumbledore about this when he saw the change in Voldemort's expression.

First came surprise, then anger, then joy, and finally calm.

Scott glanced at Dumbledore, who had finally finished casting the spell.

"Did it work?" Sirius asked impatiently.

“It worked, Professor,” Scott said. “I sensed Voldemort’s reaction.”

"Great!"

Sirius Black throws a punch out of thin air.

"That's good."

Dumbledore also breathed a sigh of relief.

"If we fail this time, there's no point in trying again."

He looked at Harry, who was still fast asleep.

"Harry has been enduring pain in order to achieve his goal."