HP Approaches the Magical World

"The prophecy I made to Dumbledore was told to Mr. Grindelwald a long time ago, but he didn't care at all."

"What prophecy result?"

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

"I told him Dumbledore was going to die."

"..."

Seshali was silent for a while.

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 is also silent, can he still say, Dumbledore will die because of what and when?

It is already very difficult to remind Grindelwald, okay?

Fortunately, after getting along for so long, the two of them still have a tacit understanding, and they changed the topic by coincidence.

Anyway, some things don't need them to deal with now.

"Okay, let's get started, we have to hurry up."

...

Dumbledore walking the corridors of Hogwarts.

No one saw him, Myrtle was so busy crying, and Ginny, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was behind him, picked up the notebook she had thrown into the water.

"Nice dark magic item."

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

Nobody at Hogwarts can hide what the Headmaster is doing unless the Headmaster pretends not to see it.

Being able to make something like the Marauder's Map, Peeves obviously has a stronger monitoring ability than the Marauder's Map. On the day he was created, his mission was doomed.

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

"It's just too bad."

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

If nothing else, Harry would get the notebook soon.

Then, the first battle can begin.

...

"Is Lockhart the most flattering guy you've ever met?"

Ron was clearly not happy with this, and Harry and Harry left the dormitory and started up the stairs to the castle.

Snape had given them so much homework that Harry thought he wouldn't be able to do it until sixth year.

Ron was about to say how much he regretted not asking Hermione how many rat tails they should add to the hair growth potion for it to work, when they heard an angry shout from upstairs.

"what happened?"

"It's Filch."

Harry whispered.

They ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps, hiding in places where others could not see, listening carefully.

"Do you think someone's going to be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

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

"...you're giving me trouble again! Mopping the floor all night as if my job wasn't enough! No, this is unbearable, I'm going to Dumbledore..."

Filch's footsteps faded away, and they heard the loud slamming of a door in the distance.

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

During the recent period, Dumbledore asked him to act more and more strangely, and he didn't have time to practice the courses of introduction to magic.

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

But when it comes to lessons, he should follow Jon's advice and go to Lockhart and learn how to act.

...

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

Filch was clearly on guard in his usual place, and they were at the place where Mrs Norris had been attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was yelling, and a puddle of water spread halfway down the hallway, and it seemed that the water was still seeping from under the crack of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom door. . Now that Filch had stopped yelling, they could hear Myrtle's cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

"What's the matter with her?"

"Let's go and have a look," Harry said, and they lifted their robes up to their ankles and walked through the surging water to the door with the "Out of order" sign.

As usual, they ignored the notice and walked in.

It is hard to believe that Myrtle cries louder and shriller today than ever before.

She seemed to be hiding in her usual toilet bowl, and the washroom was dimly lit, for the gushing water had snuffed out the candles and dampened the walls and floor.

"What's the matter, Myrtle?"

"Who are you?" said Myrtle in a miserable gurgling voice, "throwing something at me again?"

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

"Don't ask me," cried Myrtle, bursting out, and splashing a still larger jet of water on the already soaked floor, "I'm staying here and thinking about my own Question, someone thought it was funny to throw a book at me..."

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

Harry said the wrong thing.

Myrtle puffed up all of a sudden, and screamed, "Let's all hit Myrtle with books, because she can't feel it!

If you hit her stomach with a book, ten points!

If you hit her head, you get fifty points!

Very good, haha!

What a cute game I can't see! "

"So 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 just fell off my head."

Myrtle looked at them hard, and said, "There it is, all soaked in water."

Harry and Ron looked under the sink in the direction Myrtle pointed, and saw a small, thin book lying on the floor. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely soaked. Harry stepped forward to pick it up, but suddenly Ron stretched out an arm and pulled him back.

"What's wrong?"

Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?"

"It could be dangerous," said Ron.

"Danger?"

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

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