The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

"How does it feel to transform into a basilisk?"

"To be honest, it's a little weird and awkward."

"If Newt were here, he'd probably be interested."

"..."

Hermione listened to their conversation about the basilisk, walked slowly, and looked at the portraits and illustrations on the walls on both sides of the corridor, which recorded the history of MACUSA.

After the Barebone Leaks, MACUSA remained in Washington for a long time until 1892, when the head of the Organization for the Protection of Humanoid Magical Species abused his power to attack a Bigfoot judged to have misbehaved, an act that angered the nation. The Bigfoot tribe caused a large number of Bigfoots to flock to Washington to protest, and riots broke out.

This incident resulted in MACUSA having to use a large number of oblivion spells, and the headquarters also spent considerable manpower repairing the damage caused by Bigfoot. In the next few years, wizards infiltrated a new building in New York The construction team - Woolworth Building Engineering Team.

Since then, the headquarters of MACUSA has been located in New York until now.

Loren held his chin in his hand, walked and looked, and finally came to the conclusion: "It seems that every once in a while, large-scale magic exposure incidents will occur in the United States."

Hermione subconsciously nodded in agreement. When she came to her senses, she realized that she was under the gaze of the portraits. Feeling a little rude, she quietly glanced at the portraits in the corridor and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that they didn't notice her.

Dumbledore greeted the portraits on the wall all the way, as if he knew every one of them and knew him.

"There is no pure wizarding community here like Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. Wizards live in Muggle cities. They are closer to Muggles. If they live together for a long time, the risk of exposure is higher... Of course, It is also easier for them to absorb the cultural achievements of Muggles."

Dumbledore explained in a low voice: "If one day, magic is exposed to Muggles all over the world, they will integrate into Muggle society faster and adapt to the new environment faster than the closed-minded and conservative wizards."

Hermione nodded. It could be seen from the TV news cover-up of the werewolf inferi incident. High-level officials from both sides of the government seemed to be in close communication with each other. The Aurors released clouds before taking action, and tried to avoid excessive magic during the action, and cooperated with Muggles. The media creates fake news.

Loren was noncommittal.

As Dumbledore just said, from the perspective of wizards, wizards here are more likely to accept new things and adapt to new environments because of their unique immigrant atmosphere and open social atmosphere. But from a Muggle perspective, every large-scale magical exposure incident in history has been accompanied by serious Muggle casualties, including the Scourge, Bigfoot, and Obscurus...

They need to undergo a memory write-off for even the most minor incident.

Anyway, from a Muggle perspective, they have little benefit and are more susceptible to magical events.

Unknowingly, they had walked around a circle and returned to the door of the restaurant. Dumbledore stopped and said, "I'm sorry, I might have to excuse myself first."

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore," said Loren and Hermione.

"Wait a moment..." Dumbledore persisted. He lowered his head and took out a palm-sized piece of paper from his silver-white magic robe and handed it over. "Loren, someone asked me to pass this on to you."

Someone asked Dumbledore to hand over something?

Loren took the piece of paper curiously, and Hermione also came over curiously. It was an ordinary postcard. The scenery on the letter was of the glaciers in Alaska. There was only one sentence on the back of the postcard:

[Thank you for the gift of nature and fate, and thank you, and may Merlin bless you - Nagini]

Nagini?

That poor blood-cursed snake-man.

Looking at the dazed expressions of the two of them, Dumbledore smiled lightly: "She is doing well and is currently revisiting the places she has been. I think she is looking for something, but she doesn't think so. .”

"If you have any reply, you can forward it to me when we meet next time. Then, see you next time."

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore."

Watching the white-bearded old wizard walking towards a group of Ministry of Magic officials, Loren and Hermione came to their senses and took the postcard and looked at it again and again.

Hermione had always had great sympathy for this blood-cursed orc woman and was very concerned about her news. She asked in a low voice: "Dumbledore said she was looking for something. What do you think she is looking for?"

Loren shook his head: "People I've known before, places I've been to, etc., who knows?"

Hermione thought about it. Because of the curse in her blood, a woman escaped into the virgin forest before she completely turned into a python and lost her mind. After decades, she regained her human form. The outside world has undergone earth-shaking changes. What will she do? What to look for?

"Who knows..."

…

"This concludes the official agenda of this International Confederation of Wizards. I would like to invite the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, the Honorable Mr. Albus Dumbledore, to give a speech!"

Today, Dumbledore wore a large magic robe with red and gold colors. He was solemn and solemn at the same time, showing some majesty, making it difficult for people to ignore his presence.

He stood up from the main seat and did not pick up the sound diffusion device provided by MACUSA. However, a deep voice sounded in the ears of everyone in the audience:

"I, Albus Dumbledore, hereby warn wizards all over the world that the former Lord Voldemort has returned!"

The venue was silent for a few seconds, followed by flashing cameras and panicked inquiries from various magic ministries.

"Mr. Dumbledore, what do you mean?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, volts...isn't the mysterious man dead?"

"Is he behind this Werewolf Inferi incident?"

The sound is like boiling.

…

Manhattan, New York.

There are a few thin clouds floating in the blue sky that has been washed by water. The scorching July sun makes the air hot. Central Park is like an emerald green gem embedded among the high-rise buildings in the city. The bustling city and the quiet park are at the same time. Street apart.

The chirping of various bugs and birds in the forest brings a bit of coolness. The lush olive color, the light and dark gray-green, and the intertwined yellow-brown branches. All kinds of tall trees that cannot be named stand in layers, with branches. Intertwined wantonly, like a green cloud blocking the scorching sun.

By the lake in the park, the water vapor is fresh.

Monica flipped through the New York Ghost newspaper from the past few days.

[The Werewolf Inferi Incident - The International Federation of Wizards is about to convene. What is the truth about the magic crisis? 】

[The first issue of the International Federation of Wizards: The liberated werewolves! 】

[Historian Damian will explain to you the first issue of the Federation: Disputes between great powers]

[Mian will explain to you the second issue of the Federation: the wisdom of human-like magical creatures]

…

【The venue was surprised! Chairman Albus Dumbledore issued a warning, and the British Ministry of Magic refuted and clarified]

"The werewolf inferi incident mentioned above is the wizard's terrorist attack that you asked us to avoid?" Monica glanced at Hermione coldly, flipping the newspaper in her hand.

Wendell, who was not far away, was looking at the lake without looking back. He seemed to be concentrating on fishing, but he didn't even notice the fish floating.

Hermione lowered her head and carefully looked at the grid pattern on the shoes, and whispered in a low voice: "It was Loren who told you to stay away. I just asked you and your father to go to the next city to play for a few days."

Monica laughed angrily, slapped the newspaper on the picnic table, reached out and pinched the tip of Hermione's nose, and shook it: "What did you say?"

Hermione was in pain and shouted quickly: "Yes, that's right, this is the wizarding terrorist attack!"

"Are you in danger?"

"No." Hermione replied in a low voice. She tried to shake her head in denial to free herself from the clamped nose, but all she got was a sore tip of her nose.

The evil dentist often had to use great force to extract teeth, and his fingers and arms were so strong that she couldn't get out.

Hermione opened her mouth slightly and gasped, but fortunately, the problem had been confused, and her mother cared about her very much. Based on her understanding of her mother, she should not continue to dwell on this topic.

Hermione felt more relaxed.

"What did you have for lunch the day I called you?" Monica's indifferent voice floated faintly.

In the midsummer weather of July, a chill enveloped Hermione, making the little witch tremble with guilt.

"Lunch... lunch... lunch is burgers, beef patties, pickles -"

The soreness coming from the tip of her nose stopped Hermione's lies: "Sorry, Mom, it's a cheeseburger."

The voice was plaintive and helpless, sounding extremely pitiful.

Not far away, Wendell's shoulders were shaking, probably because he was laughing because of the fish that was hooked.

Monica let go of her daughter's nose, rubbed it for her, and softened her voice a little: "You will be punished to go back to do housework, clean the lawn, clean the room, and you are not allowed to use magic. Do you understand?"

"I know, Mom." Hermione replied aggrievedly, lying in her mother's arms for a while, and then slowly raised her head after a few minutes, "I, I have a question?"

Monica arranged her messy curly hair: "You say."

"Why do you believe Loren when he says so, but you don't believe when I say so."

Monica was silent for a while, and couldn't help pinching her nose again until it turned red.

On the other side, Loren and Grandpa Bates sat together, guarding the rented fishing rod and waiting for the fish to take the bait. Loren carefully recounted the known information about the werewolf inferi incident. Bates listened and read carefully. I bought a fishing license, but I couldn’t tell what I was thinking about.

The United States introduced a fishing license system in the early 1950s. Whether you are fishing in rivers, lakes or seas, you must purchase a fishing license. Fishing without a license will result in fines and arrest by the fishery police. It is very convenient to buy a license, which can be obtained from many sports equipment stores. The fishing license comes with a booklet with hundreds of regulations, and it is up to you whether you comply with it or not.

Anyone who fishes in public waters must apply for a fishing license. Usually the price is proportional to the validity period of the license. There are one-year licenses and short-term licenses such as 1 day, 3 days or 5 days.

"...In the end, those werewolf inferi were hit and burned. Our principal issued a warning at the International Federation of Wizards, but it was only disturbed by the stupid Minister of Magic. Others didn't take it to heart."

Loren sighed after finishing speaking, feeling unworthy of Dumbledore.

Why don't you replace such a stupid thing quickly and stay in that position to cause trouble for yourself?

Bates put down his fishing license and glanced at the float: "So the Death Eaters are a terrorist organization. Their leader Voldemort graduated from your school, and most of the terrorists also graduated from your school."

"..." Loren was silent for a few seconds, feeling that Grandpa Bates's ability to grasp key points was a bit skewed, "There is only one school, Hogwarts, in the entire UK, and the school's students include most of Europe, so it has nothing to do with the school. "

"oh……"

Grandpa Bates nodded noncommittally: "The Voldemort you are talking about cannot be dealt with by the wizard's magical government, right?"

"You can't say that..." Lorenti picked up the fishing rod and took a look. The bait was gone, but the fish was unhooked, so he re-baited and threw the rod. "Magical society is still in a relatively primitive stage, and many jobs are Relying on personal magical ability, in terms of individual strength, only our principal can deal with Voldemort."

"Your principal can deal with Voldemort." Bates keenly grasped the key point and repeated it. He recalled the amiable image of the white-bearded old wizard and fell into deep thought.

Loren stood by and caught a few largemouth bass, carp, and American bream from time to time... The excitement made Wendel restless.

The sparkling water dazzled Bates, and he asked in a low voice, "Can we guarantee safety?"

"Yes." Loren replied.

So Bates relaxed and began to focus on fishing.

…

The Dursleys' house, No. 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging.

Harry slept in the room at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. There was a bed big enough to stretch out, a solid wood wardrobe to store clothes and suitcases, and a brand new small desk. Even after half the summer vacation, it looked completely unused. trace.

The desk had been added when Harry came back. No one in the Dursley family mentioned what happened last year, nor did they mention Aunt Marge who was blown up into a balloon. This made Harry feel very comfortable this summer.

Perhaps it was because the midsummer weather was too hot. Even though he was sweating all over, Harry still felt hot and uneasy. He turned over on the bed. In his dazed sleep, he felt as if he was in a ball of fire.

In the dream, he turned into a black cloud and escaped from the flames. He flew all the way and hid in a castle on the top of a mountain.

"I seem to have seen this castle somewhere..." Harry had a vague idea, "It seems to be...Ilvermorny."

Thinking of this, Harry's mind became much clearer, and the burning heat that burned his body also subsided.

I don’t know how long it took, but a vague woman’s figure came to me.

A cold voice sounded: "Resurrection, only true resurrection can control my magic power..."

The female voice said: "What should we do, Master?"

"Harry Potter...Harry Potter..."