The Bard at Hogwarts

As the only legendary alchemical item known to extend life, the Philosopher's Stone actually counts as a miracle.

It is precisely because of this miracle that Nico Flamel and his wife Perenal have lived for more than 600 years.

…

Ino gently picked up the magic stone in the box and looked at it carefully in the palm of his hand. The bright colors reflected in the sunlight.

Perhaps if someone else had taken out the Philosopher's Stone, he would have thought it was an exchange of interests, but if Dumbledore could take it out, he probably wouldn't think so much.

But no matter what, Ino still felt that there were some things that needed to be said, so as not to have a grudge against each other in the future.

"Professor, it is my honor to see this miracle of alchemy, but I want to explain that there are some things that I will try my best, but I cannot guarantee it."

If possible, he wanted to help a group secretly, which could be regarded as the reward for the old man in front of him for a lifetime of hard work. If not, he could only continue to dream.

"That's enough, really."

Seemingly understanding what Ino meant, Dumbledore nodded with a smile:

"Actually, Ariana is a little special. As a brother, I can't choose something that I think is good for her!"

Hearing this, Ino put down the magic stone in his hand, leaned on the sofa and sighed:

"That's great! But too many people don't understand this."

Suddenly, he felt that Dumbledore really deserved this fame.

Self-denial and benefit to others! This sentence is easy to say, but really difficult to do.

If anyone in the world wants to resurrect Ariana, Dumbledore will always be the first, even surpassing Ariana herself.

Perhaps, for Dumbledore, his sister's resurrection is not only a continuation of family ties, but also a kind of relief.

aside.

After hearing Eno's sigh, Dumbledore said seriously:

"I can't be selfish, even if I was selfish once when I was young. I am not qualified to dominate Ariana's life..."

"So you'd better discuss it!" Ino took over with a smile. On a sunny morning, it always seems inappropriate to talk about a heavy topic.

"Hahahaha, okay! If there is still a chance, we will definitely discuss it."

Dumbledore laughed heartily, and then said a pun.

"Then we have to wait. After all, night and day always need to be balanced."

As a weaver, Ino was not opposed to sweet dreams, not at all.

However, dreams and reality always need to be distinguished. Someone once said that sweet dreams are a good medicine for life, but the medicine is poisonous, and long-term use may be detrimental to life.

…

While Ino was in the principal's office on the eighth floor, Professor McGonagall was also receiving her guests on the third floor of the castle.

"Neville, technically this note needs to be signed by your grandma. Although you are already in sixth grade, you are not an adult after all."

Professor McGonagall looked at Neville with some embarrassment. She knew the student in front of her well. It could be said that he was a good boy whom he had not met for several years. He had been honest and honest since he entered school, and he did not have the naughty and troublesome behavior of Gryffindor at all.

On the other side, although Neville was prepared, he still looked disappointed after being clearly rejected.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall reached out and rubbed the center of his brow.

She is not afraid of students like George and Fred, and in the worst case, she will fight violence with violence. But what really gives him a headache is Neville, who stands there without saying a word and just looks at you honestly.

"Tell me! What are you going to do?" Professor McGonagall asked a little tiredly.

This time, Neville no longer remained silent and quietly stated his purpose:

"I want to go see my parents at St. Mungo's!"

Suddenly hearing such a reason, Professor McGonagall was suddenly stunned. She had thought of many strange reasons, but this was the only one she came up with.

After thinking about Neville's experience and thinking for a few seconds, Professor McGonagall sighed:

"Go! Remember to say hello for me."

After saying that, she picked up the quill next to her and quickly signed her name.

"Thank you! Professor McGonagall." Neville beamed after receiving the signed consent form.

To be honest, after he woke up this morning and wanted to understand everything, he didn't want to wait for a moment. It was something I had never imagined that my parents would be sober.

Neville blamed himself for this. When he was a child, he couldn't be independent and didn't talk about it. But when he grew up, he didn't think about it seriously. Instead, he took the views of St. Mungo's doctor as his criterion.

It is believed that the parents have been unable to recover from the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse and can only retain some of the body's instincts.

But yesterday's experience really made him wake up from a dream.

When he was a child, he would stay in the ward all day long. From then on, every time he went to St. Mungo's Hospital, he would just look in through the window.

And when I think of my mother, she may have been waiting alone, waiting for his only visit in a year.

Therefore, Neville really didn't want to delay for another moment. If he didn't worry about his grandmother's feelings, he would even want to leave school directly.

…

at the same time.

As Neville walked on the path leading to Hogsmeade, the overall atmosphere in the castle quietly became a little weird.

Perhaps, using "weird" is not very accurate, and replacing it with "ambiguous" would be more appropriate.

Regardless of Muggles or wizards, there seems to be no shortage of hormones on youthful campuses.

Probably, Draco and Astoria were not the only ones to meet in dreams, but they were probably the most embarrassing ones.

The end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

Today, two senior wizards appeared in the usually quiet trophy display room.

Draco was a little embarrassed. He didn't know how to face Astoria.

In fact, Draco was not the only one who was embarrassed.

Seeing the other party remain silent, Astoria also kept silent tacitly.

She didn't know when she developed a good impression, although they had met each other for the first time very early.

At that time, she had not yet entered Hogwarts, but due to her mother's instructions, she could only follow Daphne to attend the so-called class reunion.

In theory, it was very abrupt and rude to follow without receiving an invitation.

Astoria remembered the situation very clearly. In addition to herself and Daphne, there were three other people present, Swinburne, Parkinson and Draco.

But the first person who reacted and responded was the boy in front of her who was one year older than her.

Not only did he politely resolve her embarrassment, but he also enthusiastically introduced each other.

Perhaps, the seeds of good impression had been planted long ago.

But having this good impression did not mean that Astoria could accept everything yesterday.

Inexplicably, she met the other party's parents, and what was even more exaggerated was that she was holding her daughter in her arms...

At the same time.

Perhaps guessing that the silence could not continue like this, Draco took the lead to break the silence:

"Well... I like Lucy very much."

Hearing this, Astoria almost fainted, thinking that she would hear an explanation, comfort, or even a confession.

But the fact is... the other party said that he liked children.

"I think you are a little wrong, Mr. Malfoy!" Astoria said with her remaining rationality:

"It was just a dream, nothing happened between us..."

"How is it possible! It may be a reflection of the future." Draco said anxiously.

In fact, he couldn't pretend that nothing had happened. His wife, daughter and family, the warmth of last night made him gradually understand the efforts his father had made.

Draco's anxious look made Astoria feel very interesting.

"The future can be changed! Besides, you haven't taken any action so far."

After saying that, Astoria turned around and left the trophy display room.

On the other side, Draco heard these almost explicit words and chased after them without thinking.

"Wait a minute..."