HP Approaches the Magic World

"I told Mr. Grindelwald about the prophecy made by Dumbledore a long time ago, but he didn't care at all."

"What prediction results?"

Seshatri was very curious. It was really strange that Grindelwald didn't care about Dumbledore's affairs.

"I told him that Dumbledore would die."

"..."

Seshatri was silent for a moment.

Isn't this nonsense?

"Everyone in this world will die."

She said: "So your prediction is basically nonsense, not to mention that Dumbledore is already so old."

Jon was also silent. Could he still say why and when Dumbledore would die?

It's not easy to remind Grindelwald to pay attention, okay?

Fortunately, after being together for so long, the two of them had a tacit understanding and accidentally changed the subject.

Anyway, there are some things that they don't need to deal with now.

"Okay, let's start working on it, we have to hurry up."

…

Dumbledore walking down the corridors of Hogwarts.

No one saw him, Myrtle was busy crying, and Ginny who ran away didn't notice anyone behind him at all, and picked up the notebook she threw into the water.

"A nice dark magic item."

After hearing about the Horcruxes, Dumbledore began to check all the records of Jon's subordinates.

No one at Hogwarts can hide what the Headmaster is doing, unless the Headmaster pretends not to see.

Being able to create something like the Marauder's Map, Peeves obviously has stronger surveillance capabilities than the Marauder's Map. On the day he was created, his mission was destined.

Hogwarts Castle is responsible for all offensive and defensive facilities, and Peeves is an excellent vision aid and killer.

"But it's still too bad."

Dumbledore threw the notebook under the basin and turned to leave.

If nothing else happens, Harry will get this notebook soon.

Then, the first battle can begin.

…

"Is Lockhart the most flattering fellow you have ever met?"

Ron was obviously very dissatisfied with this, and he and Harry left the dormitory and began to go upstairs to the castle.

Snape gave them so much homework that Harry thought it would take him until sixth year to finish it.

Ron was about to say that he regretted not asking Hermione how many rat tails should be added to the hair growth potion to make it effective, when suddenly they heard an angry shout from someone upstairs.

"what happened?"

"It's Filch."

Harry whispered.

They ran up the stairs in two or three steps, hiding where others could not see them, and listened carefully.

"Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

They stood motionless, their heads tilted in the direction of Filch's voice, which was almost hysterical.

"...He's causing trouble for me again! I mopped the floor all night, as if my job wasn't enough! No, this is really unbearable. I'm going to find Dumbledore..."

The sound of Filch's footsteps gradually faded away, and they heard a violent slamming of the door in the distance.

Behind the door, Filch, who had finished his acting, saw the letter for the express correspondence course that had just been delivered by an owl on his desk, and threw it into the trash can.

Recently, the things Dumbledore asked him to act were getting more and more weird, and he didn't even have time to practice the introductory magic course.

It was strange to say that he always felt as if he could become a powerful wizard with just a little effort. There seemed to be something calling him in the air. That existence seemed to be very powerful, mysterious, and powerful.

But speaking of lessons, he should take Jon's advice and go to Lockhart to learn how to act.

…

Harry and the others poked their heads out from around the corner.

Filch was apparently stationed at his usual place of sentry, and they came to the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was yelling. A large puddle of water spread across half of the corridor. It seemed that water was still seeping out from under the crack of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door.

Now that Filch had stopped roaring, they heard Myrtle's cries echoing off the walls of the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Let's go take a look." Harry said, so they raised their robes above their ankles, stepped on the surging water, and walked towards the door with the "out of order" notice.

As usual, they ignored the notice and went straight in.

Myrtle's crying voice today was actually louder and shriller than before. This was really unbelievable.

She seemed to be hiding in her usual toilet bowl. The bathroom was dimly lit because the gushing water extinguished the candles and made the walls and floor damp.

"What's going on, Myrtle?"

"Who are you?" Myrtle said in a gurgling voice sadly, "Are you going to hit me with something again?"

Harry walked towards her single room and said, "Why should I hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle yelled and emerged, spurting out a larger stream of water, splashing on the already soaked floor, "I'm staying here well, thinking about myself.

Question, someone thought it would be funny to throw a book at me..."

"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you." Harry said rationally, "I mean, that thing can go right through you, right?"

Harry said the wrong thing.

Myrtle suddenly swelled up and screamed: "Let everyone hit Myrtle with books, because she won't feel it at all!

If you hit her in the belly with a book, you get ten points!

If you hit her head, you get fifty points!

Very good, haha!

What a cute game, I can’t see it!”

"Then who hit you with the book?" Harry asked.

"I don't know... I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking about death, and the book suddenly fell from my head."

Myrtle glared at them and said, "It's right there, soaked in water."

Harry and Ron followed the direction Myrtle pointed and looked under the sink. They saw a small, thin book lying on the floor. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely out of shape.

It was soaked. Harry took a step forward and wanted to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and held him back.

"What's wrong?"

Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?"

Ron said, "It might be dangerous."

"Danger?"

Harry said and laughed, "Stop talking nonsense, how could it be dangerous?"