Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Hogwarts was extremely quiet during the summer vacation. Only Peeves and the ghosts remained in the noisy castle in the past, and even Filch had left.

It seemed that he was attending some training class on how to make a squib use magic.

Occasionally, Professor McGonagall will come back here to deal with some problems of new students, send them admission letters or provide help, but most of the time she will not be here. Sometimes Dumbledore will come back,

Mostly at the request of Professor McGonagall, after all, only the principal can make decisions on some difficult issues.

"Is that all, Minerva?" Dumbledore signed his name on the agreement with Gringotts, which means that those very poor freshmen can receive a subsidy. The amount that each person can receive is not much, but

It adds up to a huge amount of money.

"That's all for now." Professor McGonagall put away the parchment, rolled it up and held it in his hand. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked: "Have you found a candidate for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Severus will take over that position," Dumbledore replied calmly.

Professor McGonagall stopped pushing her glasses and said hurriedly: "But Dumbledore, that position..."

"Curse, yes, I know." Dumbledore said, "But there is nothing we can do about it. Under the current situation, it is difficult to recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I spent the whole holiday searching.

No one has agreed to take over this position."

"But in comparison, I have a very good candidate for the position of Potions Professor."

"Are you talking about Professor Slughorn? Will he agree to return to Hogwarts at this time?" Professor McGonagall looked puzzled. She knew very well what Horace Slughorn was like.

It seems that he is not a qualified professor. He only sees those outstanding and outstanding wizards, but turns a blind eye to the mediocre ones.

Because of this personality, they had a very good relationship when Voldemort was still at Hogwarts, and could even be called his favorite disciples. However, after Voldemort became the Dark Lord, Slughorn disappeared.

He stopped going to the gatherings of his students. For a long time, no one knew where he was.

"With all due respect, it is not very likely that Professor Slughorn will agree." Professor McGonagall said, "You may want to think again, Dumbledore."

"It doesn't matter, I'm sure to convince him." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Besides, there are some things I need to get answers from him."

"About that person?"

"Yes, it has something to do with Tom." Dumbledore said, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Believe me, Minerva, he will agree. After all, we now have Harry, Hermione, and Silla.

Ghorn loves great students, doesn't he?"

"But..." Before Professor McGonagall finished speaking, there was a sudden banging sound from the window of the principal's office, which attracted the attention of both of them.

Dumbledore had doubts in his eyes. He glanced at Professor McGonagall, then at Fawkes on the shelf, and finally stood up and came to the window.

Pushing open the window, there was an owl that looked very tired. There were still water drops on its body, and a feather on its wings was missing. Seeing Dumbledore appear, he hurriedly put the letter in his mouth into his hand.

I even picked it up with my paws.

Dumbledore took the letter. There was no information on the envelope. He looked at the exhausted owl again, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

"Sorry Minerva, I need some private space now." Dumbledore held the letter and turned to look at Professor McGonagall calmly.

Professor McGonagall stared at it for a moment, nodded slightly, without saying a word, and left with the signed agreement.

Dumbledore watched quietly as Professor McGonagall walked out of the door, holding the letter in one hand and waving his wand with the other. The two curtains covered the portraits of Brother Zhang on the wall. He hurriedly walked towards a full-length mirror.

, the magic wand was waved again, and the mirror immediately rotated, revealing a secret room.

It was empty, except for a half-height stone pillar, on which was placed a wide, flat and hollow copper basin - a pensieve.

He came to the pensieve and opened the letter eagerly. There was only a blank piece of paper inside. Dumbledore looked as usual, and gently tapped his wand on the letter paper, and a ray of silver-white satin-like light was pulled out.

.

Putting it directly into the pensieve, Dumbledore dived in without any hesitation.

As soon as his face was immersed in the sleep of the pensieve, he felt a sense of weightlessness like a phantom. When he stood still, his appearance had completely changed.

It was an empty living room, with a lonely fireplace leaning against the wall, only a brown sofa and a small wooden coffee table.

A thin old man with snow-white hair was sitting on the sofa, wearing a white robe.

"Albus." He seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head when Dumbledore's figure appeared here, his eyes very calm.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore murmured, standing quietly, his eyes firmly fixed on Grindelwald.

Grindelwald also stood up from the sofa and took two steps in the direction of Dumbledore. When he stopped, he was almost touching Dumbledore. He seemed to be able to see Dumbledore's figure and looked up and down.

After a while, he said softly: "This should be the last letter I write to you, Albus..."

"I should be dead by the time you receive it."

"Did it scare you? Did you feel a little sad?"

"Ha~"

A bright smile appeared on Grindelwald's face, and his tone became much lighter.

"A few days ago, I saw some pictures... You know, I have the ability to predict. No one except you can mislead me about the pictures I saw..."

"In that picture, I saw a snake-like person. That should be Tom Riddle. The trouble you are facing now?"

"He probably asked me something, but I refused, and then he killed me."

"A green light... Bang! Then I died." Grindelwald gestured with his hands and tilted his head suddenly, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"But it's not important. I won't use my remaining magic power to tell you this boring thing..." He shook his head, his face instantly became serious, and his tone became much heavier.

"Listen, Albus, there was not just one person here on the day I died, there was another young guy..."

"You have to pay attention! He is very dangerous, more dangerous than Tom!"

"I have a feeling that I should have predicted something about that young man, but somehow, my memory has no relevant content..." Grindelwald stared hard, his eyes full of solemnity, "

You know what I mean, Albus!"

Dumbledore quietly looked at Grindelwald in front of him, at the bloodshot eyes that suddenly appeared, and at his extremely serious face, motionless, like a sculpture.

After a long while, Grindelwald suddenly laughed. He closed and opened his eyes, and the bloodshot eyes disappeared completely. He returned to the sofa and sat down, with the fingers of his right hand pressed together against his temple, and a soft white light shone gently on it.

Flashing lightly.

Suddenly, he turned his head, and there was only water-like calm in his eyes.

"This time, I won, Albus..."