HP Approaches the Magic World

Jon was helpless.

He didn't know why Professor Trelawney, who was drunk, suddenly came to him tonight. His Disappearance Spell seemed to have no effect on the professor who had opened his eyes.

He even saw Harry Potter on the way to find Hermione. He tried several times to divert the trouble, but in the end he didn't do it.

The most recent one is at the statue.

Fortunately, when he arrived at the foot of Gryffindor Tower, he finally got rid of the professor. No one was chattering in his ears doing poker fortune telling, which was really a happy thing.

He used magic to hook Hermione's notebook, and after a while, Hermione ran down the stairs.

"teacher."

She looked out of breath: "Why did you come to me suddenly? Didn't today's class finish in advance?"

"I have something to do temporarily and I want to take you out."

"go out?"

Hermione looked very hesitant. After all, it was not a good thing for a school student to go out suddenly. If he was discovered...

"Don't worry, I brought this."

Jon took out a crude version of the time turner from his ring. It was one of the batches originally stored in the Department of Mysteries, taken out before Harry Potter and the others bombed it -

—Having a mother who works there is so convenient.

Jon twisted the time turner and then shook it over Hermione's head. Hermione suddenly appeared beside her and walked back upstairs.

"Okay, there's no problem now, let's go."

Hermione looked at the time turner and hesitated to speak.

"Teacher, weren't all the time turners destroyed in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, how should I put it?

I think you should be able to guess that the battle that took place at the Ministry of Magic is actually under our control, so it is normal to take out two in advance..."

"If you can get two... you should be able to get more, right?"

"That's not the case. These two things were not taken out according to normal procedures. Normally, all time turners have been destroyed in the accident. This one was taken out by my mother."

The two of them walked towards the gate of Hogwarts, shrouded in darkness and magic.

"If all this is arranged in advance and these things are under control, then Sirius is not actually dead, right?"

Jon's body trembled for a moment when he heard these words, but he immediately smiled and said: "How could it be? How could we be such people?"

"Teacher, you are not very good at lying. In other words, teacher, you have not lied for so long that you have forgotten what lying should look like."

"oh?"

"Since you are telling lies, you should at least show a trace of sadness. Even if Sirius has no friendship with you, you should not act so lightly.

Since you are not worried at all, it means that Sirius is not important at all in your eyes, but I am so important. Isn't Sirius an important combat force in the Order of the Phoenix?

But how could such a coincidence happen that it was not someone else but Sirius who died. Dumbledore had obviously left that day, so why didn't Sirius be saved?

Moreover, Sirius died in the Ministry of Magic. Even I know that the Death Curse is not absolutely able to kill people. Its power will sometimes be weakened, and the Muggle society has many methods.

Come to rescue a person who has suffered a cardiac arrest. Since you want me to help promote the integration of the two worlds, it is impossible for you not to understand the affairs of Muggle society. Since you understand, there must be a way to save the person."

Jon was silent.

But silence at this time is equivalent to acquiescence.

Although Hermione is not very beautiful, she is indeed a very smart person anyway.

"Okay, okay, Sirius is indeed not dead, but if you know this, you have to keep it a secret. No matter what, you can't let Harry know. When everything is over, the two of them will meet again.

.”

"yes."

Hermione smiled. Although she and Sirius were not close, they were still pretty good after all. It was an unexpected surprise to get the news that Sirius was still alive.

"But teacher, where are we going?"

"Going to an old place."

…

Outside Dumbledore's office.

Harry stood in front of the statue.

"Sour soda."

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a movable spiral staircase behind it.

Harry stepped up, and as the stairs spiraled around, rising higher and higher, and finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with a brass door knocker.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

It's Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, sir."

Harry walked into the headmaster's office.

"Good evening, Harry.

Sit down," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I take it you had a great first week of school?"

"Thanks."

"You must be very busy, you have been in confinement for a while!"

"Um……"

Harry didn't know what to say, but Dumbledore's expression was not very harsh.

"I have already agreed with Snape that you will be in solitary confinement next Saturday."

"OK."

Harry had more important things on his mind and couldn't think about Snape's confinement.

He looked around secretly, trying to guess what Dumbledore had asked him to do that night.

The circular office looked the same as usual: many delicate silverwares were placed on the slender-legged table, which rotated and puffed out small puffs of smoke.

The portraits of the old principals, men and women, were dozing in their respective frames.

Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix Fawkes stood on a perch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.

It seems that Dumbledore has not set aside a place to practice fighting.

"I imagine, Harry," said Dumbledore in a serious tone, "that you must be wondering how I am going to teach you - for lack of a better term - lessons?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's right. Since you already know what prompted Voldemort to kill you fifteen years ago, I think it's time for you to understand some of the situation."

"..."

"At the end of last semester, you said you were going to tell me everything."

It was difficult for Harry to remove the hint of blame from his words.

"I did that." Dumbledore said calmly, "I told you everything I know.

From now on, we will leave the solid foundation of facts, travel together through the dim and vague swamp of memory, and enter the intricate and bold speculation.

At this point, Harry, I might be making the same tragic mistake as Humphrey Belcher who believed you could make a crucible out of cheese."