The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The portkey was hooked on his navel and quickly shuttled through the unperceivable space. Harry closed his eyes and remained motionless. All his strength seemed to have been exhausted while wrestling with Voldemort. The scar on his forehead was burning faintly, and his head was dizzy. Very powerful.

It seemed like dozens of minutes had passed, and it seemed like it was just a blink of an eye. Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and his nose was filled with the smell of grass. Exhaustion and fear prevented him from getting up immediately until a wave of sound drowned him. Got him.

There are noisy sounds everywhere, footsteps, cheers, shouts...

"Harry, Harry!"

Hearing footsteps approaching, Harry opened his eyes and saw the twinkling stars in the night sky. Professor Minerva McGonagall was crouching in front of him. Not far away, Hagrid, a big man who looked like a hill, was running quickly towards him. He could feel the ground under his head shaking slightly with Hagrid's footsteps.

"He is back!"

Harry let go of the trophy and grasped Professor McGonagall's wrist tightly. The dizziness in his head made the professor's face in front of him sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. He ignored the chaos in his head and quickly confided the most important thing, "Voldemort is back. Cedric is dead, Cedric was murdered!"

Professor McGonagall's hand shook for a moment, but she quickly recovered and stroked his hair gently, as if comforting the angry kitten, "Calm down, Harry, you are safe now..."

In the gentle comforting voice, Harry felt a strong exhaustion emerging from his body. This exhaustion made his eyelids heavier and heavier, the stars in front of him gradually blurred, and the noise around him gradually became silent.

"What happened, Professor McGonagall?"

Principal Fontana and the remaining referees slowly gathered around, only to see Warrior Harry fainting in Professor McGonagall's arms, and the trophy fell next to his wrist.

Even though she knew that the championship had nothing to do with Beauxbatons, after seeing the result, Madam Maxime still sighed, turned around and directed the onlookers to clear the passage, allowing Madam Pomfrey with the medicine box to run smoothly. Come in.

"The Maze, the Goblet of Fire... I don't know what you think..." Madam Pomfrey complained, while checking Harry's body dutifully.

Snape didn't show up all night...

Karkaroff observed the professors who arrived, his pupils trembling violently and full of horror. One of his hands was tightly grasping the forearm of the other hand. His whole person had an aura of restlessness, as if he wanted to think about it at any time. Like escaping Hogwarts.

"Harry seemed to be too tired and fell asleep..." Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief.

"Someone came out of the maze with the trophy. It seems that the competition has already concluded. Let's end it here tonight..." Professor McGonagall arranged everything in an orderly manner. "Let the members of the patrol team bring out the other warriors. First, let's The warriors have a rest overnight and the results will be announced tomorrow.”

"I'll do it right away!" Ludo Bagman responded simply and walked away happily.

…

The magical world is too big. Even if a wizard drops an island as big as Azkaban into the sea and sets off a wave that can shake the world, there will be no sound after decades.

Most wizards are not tortured by illness, and wizards with powerful magic age even more slowly. Most of them live longer. Seventy or eighty is just a normal age. Those in their early centenarians deserve praise for their longevity, but there are some who live longer. .

Not to mention Nicolas Flamel, who concocted the elixir of life and lived for more than six hundred years, nor the former Hogwarts principal Armando Dippet, who was extremely talented and died at the age of 355.

Among those still alive today is Bathilda Bagshot, the author of the History of Magic textbook. She is a living history book herself. At the age of 122, she is still compiling books and sorting out the remnants of ancient wizards; let’s talk about the qualifications of the Ministry of Magic. The oldest staff member, Gsilda Marchbain, used to invigilate exams for Dumbledore, and now still invigilates exams for young wizards of appropriate age every year. She may even invigilate exams for the sons of these young wizards. She can’t even remember how old she is. , calculated according to the minimum age, it is also 130 years old...

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, who is in his early 100s, is not famous in the field of longevity. The white-bearded old wizard became famous at a young age. He repeatedly smashed the conspiracy of the leader of the Saints, Gellert Grindelwald, and saved many people. The city was protected from evil hands, and Grindelwald was even captured alive and imprisoned in Nurmengard...

As a result, the wizarding world spent a period of peace. The legendary wizard Albus Dumbledore also returned to teach at Hogwarts, from being a professor of Transfiguration to taking over as principal. Although there was no news of any remarkable achievements for a long time, it was natural that He became the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief of the Wizengamot, and was nominated for the Minister of Magic many times.

For wizards in the British wizarding world, many outstanding wizards have emerged over the years, not to mention Barty Crouch, who has a tough attitude and will never show mercy, the Ministry of Magic, and Alastor, who single-handedly filled most of Azkaban. ·Moody, many people think that this white-bearded old wizard will gradually disappear in the tide of history, just like Newt Scamander, like Serafina Picquery...

Until the Dark Lord who called himself Voldemort gathered Death Eaters and caused trouble, Albus Dumbledore reappeared in people's sight. During the wizarding war that lasted for several years, he protected a large number of Muggle hybrids on the Hogwarts campus. Until the fall of Lord Voldemort, he was recognized as the greatest wizard of our time.

However, just like in the past few decades, no one has seen the old principal take action for a long time.

On the side of the abandoned church, two young wizards wearing similar wizard robes huddled in a corner made of toppled abandoned stone sculptures and potholes. The taller young wizard leaned against the wall, with a head of resolute expression embroidered on his chest emblem. The yellow badger's eyes were rolling, with an anxious look on his face, but his mouth was tightly closed, unable to speak and could only make a simple and dull nasal sound:

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

The little wizard next to him was smaller. The emblem on his chest was a lion with a golden mane. His naturally curly black hair was as long as his eyebrows. His eyes were glued to a narrow gap in front of him, his pupils twinkling. Crystal blue light and shadow.

Loren carefully observed the battle not far away. When he heard the hesitation next to him, he didn't look back. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't worry, we will go back after they finish fighting..."

Cedric became even more anxious when he heard this. Duels between Principal Dumbledore and Voldemort, how many times in this life can we encounter them!

"Hmm..."

Loren seemed to understand something. He turned around and smiled knowingly: "I will remove the restraints on you, but you can't make any noise or act recklessly. Helping rashly will only cause trouble to the principal. Do you understand?"

Cedric nodded firmly and promised: "Uh-huh!"

Loren held the wand and touched him a little, and the invisible restraints on Cedric's body suddenly loosened. Regardless of the stiffness and soreness in the muscles of his limbs, he immediately came closer, his eyes glued to the narrow gap without blinking:

"Ever since you rescued me, I wanted to let me take a look, but the mysterious man and the Death Eaters were all there, so I couldn't say anything... I could only hear the sounds, but couldn't see their movements. There seemed to be something in my heart. The cat keeps scratching, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.”

Loren was in a very excited mood, but the distance was not too far or too close, and there was no guarantee that he would be discovered. He patted Cedric on the shoulder and advised, "Stop talking and concentrate on watching the duel."

The words were lost in the thick black fog in front of Riddle's tombstone, and there was a shrill roar, rolling and rolling like cloud thunder brewing: "Dumbledore!"

The black mist surged and spattered countless pale green lights, each of which was a life-killing curse that would cause death if touched, but it could not even touch the hem of Dumbledore's robe.

Every time Dumbledore flickered, he landed in the blind spot of Voldemort's attack. He waved his wand at the abandoned stone sculptures around him. The statues all moved together, as if they were alive. Milgar, holding the flaming sword, strode towards the direction. Gabriel fluttered his wings and flew towards the black mist. Cupid's sharp arrow actually aimed at the center of the black mist with a stringless stone bow.

Those death-killing spells passed by the chest of the statue, but they only made the statue stagnant for a moment, followed by more violent attacks. The death-killing spells can only peel off living things, and have no effect on cold marble. .

What is unexpected is that these stone statues are not invincible. The stone arrows they shot broke into pieces under the corrosion of the black mist. After being enveloped in the black mist, Milca and Gabriel's forward movements became stiff. The angels raised high The sword was unable to cut down for a long time, and finally became completely stiff. The stone-carved sword tip pointed diagonally at the waning moon, motionless.

"Coming here alone tonight is your stupidest choice..." Voldemort's joyful laughter came from the black mist, "Dumbledore, you are already old!"

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled while suspended in the air, his ceremonial robes were bulging with the night wind that came from all directions. He smoothed his long sleeves and white beard that were constantly fluttering, and said softly, "Many people say that I am still It’s the same as when I was young.”

The invisible black mist froze for a moment, as if the person hidden in the black mist sneered, and then suddenly dispersed, blowing towards Dumbledore on the opposite side, breaking through the air so fast that it even tore out pieces in the air A sharp whistling sound.

Dumbledore's wand was placed across his chest, drawing a circle from his left shoulder to the top of his head. Bright yellow flames spurted out, and the surrounding air seemed to turn into flammable grease. In the blink of an eye, the blazing flames enveloped him like mist. The entire area was surrounded by black mist from outside to inside. When the two came into contact, it seemed as if the entire wilderness was filled with a hissing and burning sound.

The black mist gradually dissipated and fled, being driven by the flames and shrunk smaller and smaller. In the end, only a spot in front of the tombstone remained. The flames solidified into a flaming sword with the same shape as the stone sword, and it suddenly slashed. ——

"!"

A shining silver shield was pressed against the blade. The collision of magic power and high temperature caused the nearby space to distort. The collision between the two produced a low gong-like trill. This strange sound was frightening.

"You don't want my life, do you, Dumbledore?" Voldemort held the wand in his right hand and raised it high above his head, narrowing his scarlet eyes under the silver shield. "You don't bother to do such a cruel thing, do you? "

"We all know that there are other ways to destroy a man, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, as if the flaming sword hanging above Voldemort's head was not his means. He slowly walked towards Voldemort, as if There is no fear in the world, and nothing can disturb his leisurely stroll. "I admit that just taking your life will not satisfy me..."

"There is nothing worse than death, Dumbledore!" Voldemort stared at him fiercely, his scarlet eyes flashing with a dangerous red light, and the flames reflected a red glow on his pale face.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows when he heard this, as if he thought of something interesting. He stopped and looked at Voldemort carefully: "You are afraid, Tom. This is not a rare thing, but the first time you return from resurrection Night, your most proud night in more than ten years, you are afraid..."

"..." Voldemort said nothing, the red light in his eyes dormant.

Dumbledore had no defense and stopped not far away from him, as if meeting an old friend during an evening walk. He was very chatty: "Let me guess, Tom, you didn't kill him." Li, those unexpected things make you panic...

"What are you afraid of? Your loyal wand won't obey you? No, that's not right..." Dumbledore knitted his brows together as if he was thinking in distress, and soon said as if he suddenly realized, "Because of the souls of those who have passed away, you Afraid of the dead!"

"Yes!" His tone was very firm this time: "Tom, you are afraid of death, and by the way, you are afraid of everything in the afterlife. The returning dead make you uneasy, and you are afraid that they will notice you..."

"Nonsense!"

Voldemort roared in anger, and a green light flew from under the silver shield, but before the green light could get close, Cupid behind Dumbledore shot an arrow, which came first and came in front of Dumbledore, blocking the spell before exploding. into pieces.

The flaming sword above the silver shield that had been suppressed turned into a giant python with sharp fangs. It turned its head towards Dumbledore, spitting out a flaming tongue from its mouth and making an angry hissing sound.

The silver shield spread out into dense green light, splashing over like a rain of arrows.

The two waves of offensives attacked Dumbledore together, and Voldemort disappeared. In the blink of an eye, the offensive and defensive situation was completely reversed.

"No!" Cedric covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from screaming in fright.

Seeing that the flame python was about to pierce its fangs into Dumbledore's body, he calmly stretched out his right hand, pointed the wand diagonally at the fangs, and then waved the wand widely with smooth movements, drawing a circle in front of him. .

The flame python was like a fish caught by a fishhook. It moved around Dumbledore along the arc of the wand's throwing rod, turning into a red-light flame shield, and the green light of thousands of incoming life-killing curses was absorbed. Within the flame shield, it turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared silently.