This Hogwarts is not normal

The basilisk is not a natural creature and has been a symbol of evil for thousands of years.

Because the first batch of basilisks recorded in history were usually created by dark wizards for some evil purpose.

Starting from the second batch, more and more wizards appeared for research purposes.

Salazar Slytherin's purpose is very simple, he just wants to protect Hogwarts in the most appropriate way.

Vincent, who finally touched Jomgander's head, sighed:

"The last heir of the Gaunt family is Tom. When he really dies, there is no need for you to complete Slytherin's mission."

Jomgander seemed to understand this sentence.

It rubbed its little hand on its forehead, and its folded body completely relaxed.

"Hiss——"

Vincent tilted his head and thought for a long time.

"Are you talking about Harry?"

"Hiss——"

He seemed to be able to understand what Jomgander was saying now, "Isn't Harry born with Parseltongue?"

"hiss--"

The seven people present knew that this was a positive reply.

They may not be able to speak it, but they can all understand it somewhat.

The only one who is sure is Vincent.

"Do you know where Harry got his Parseltongue?"

"Hiss——"

This is a negative answer.

Jomgand seems to have the ability to discern the Creator.

He noticed it from Tom, but didn't find the slightest trace on Harry's side.

"What is going on?" Even Hagrid understood the importance of this news.

He came late twelve years ago.

When they arrived at Potter's Cottage in Godric's Hollow, the only person still alive was the infant Harry.

The lightning-shaped scar on his forehead is a proof of surviving Voldemort's killing curse.

Vincent recalled the scene when Harry first saw the back of Quirrell's head wrapped under a scarf - that is, Voldemort.

Does the scar feel burning?

It was impossible to cast spells in the state of the soul. Quirrell neither held a wand nor muttered anything at that time.

After digesting the heavyweight news brought by Jom Gander, Hermione reminded everyone: "We have to tell Professor Dumbledore the news quickly!"

"Thank you for your message." Vincent moved his hand away from Jomgander's head, "That's it for today. I'll come back when I have time."

It watched the seven people walking out of the cave, and its intact right eye seemed to be looking forward to the next meeting.

"Hiss——"

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Hogsmeade, Hog's Head Pub.

Dumbledore was sitting at the dilapidated wooden bar, opposite Aberforth, who had the same white hair and long beard as himself.

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They look a bit alike, especially with the same blue eyes.

"I intend to reunite the members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Aberforth's hands wiping the wine glass paused for a moment, "Are you anxious?"

"Yes, I went to meet an old friend yesterday and I have solved the secret of his immortality."

"up to you."

Dumbledore didn't care about his younger brother's attitude.

For more than a century, his attitude towards himself has been this way.

The two of them remained silent for the rest, and no one broke the tacit silence.

Until the door of the bar was opened from the outside, and a small old man walked in.

He was wearing a decent woolen coat and his silver-white hair was somewhat sparse.

"Ephias!" Dumbledore stood up and leaned over to hug him warmly.

"Albus, long time no see."

The little old man's name is Effias Doggy, who is the legal advisor to the Ministry of Magic and the special advisor to the Wizengamot.

He is the alumnus who made an appointment with Dumbledore to go on a graduation trip, and is also an elder member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dorje greeted Aberforth and received an indifferent reply before sitting at the bar.

"Ephias, didn't you come with your luggage?"

"I've got it, they're all here." He patted the pockets on both sides of his woolen coat, "Honestly, you should have invited me earlier."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You are my last hope. If there is a more suitable candidate, I will definitely not invite you to experience the curse."

"I heard something." Duoji mentioned another thing, "The Ministry of Magic has decided to blame Gilderoy for everything. You should have guessed the price Lucius will pay for this, right?"

"I know."

The Malfoy family has always been very discerning.

It is no longer twelve years ago, and the direction of the entire Ministry of Magic has changed.

If the diary incident had not been discovered, Hagrid, who had a criminal record, would have taken the blame immediately.

Trying to maintain a semblance of peace is the real reason why Fudge does not hesitate to implement the scapegoat strategy.

He didn't want Voldemort to come back, nor did he want any news to spread.

Completely cutting ties with certain former Death Eaters will delay that day.

The longer the better, and it's best not to be on his watch.

"Cornelly has changed." Dumbledore's bright blue eyes dimmed slightly.

"He became the most annoying person he ever was, trying to shut out any bad news by covering his ears."

"Albus, I know you won't regret it—"

With a "bang" sound, Aberforth slammed a glass of whiskey in front of Dorje.

"Thank you, Aberforth." Dorje smiled and picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

He and Dumbledore have been old friends for more than a century, so of course he knows the story of these two brothers.

"Albus, if you think so - I mean if you want it, there are a lot of people who would be happy to see Fudge step down."

"You know I wouldn't do this, Ephias."

"Yeah." Dorje took another sip of whiskey.

The wine slowly transforms from spicy at the beginning into a unique floral aroma.

"Aberforth, you brewed this last year, right?"

"I picked it up from the roadside."

He knew it was a joke, and he also knew that interrupting the conversation just now was just impulsive.

Dumbledore looked at the empty bar in front of him, shook his head and took out a simple small cloth bag from his robe.

"Honey Duke's trial product?" Dorje took a curious look and shuddered unconsciously.

"Yes, Ambrosio said eating it will make your teeth chatter and make a squeaking sound like a mouse."

Dumbledore said, twisting a small transparent candy that exuded cold air from inside.

"Albus, I have to remind you, it's November now."

"This way the flavor can be better preserved." He put the candy in his mouth, "Don't you try it?"

Duoji carefully picked up a piece, and as soon as he put it in his mouth, he hunched his shoulders and trembled all over.

"It - squeak - does it have a - squeak - name?"

"Ambrosio hasn't decided yet, what do you think of the name Ice Rat?"

"It's quite—squeak—very good."

Dumbledore smiled and enjoyed the magical changes brought about by the candy.

Probably because the taste buds have been frozen, the initial slight sweetness has disappeared, leaving only a coldness far beyond ice.

He thought that fresh wheatgrass from Siberia should be added to it.

This is a very soft plant that is particularly suitable for long-term preservation.

After 5 minutes, Duoji stopped shivering.

He drank all the whiskey into his mouth, and before his numb tongue could fully feel the spiciness of the wine, it all slid down his throat and into his stomach.

"Ah - I'm alive again!"

If you come to an ice mouse in the summer, it will definitely be a particularly happy thing.

Forget it in winter. If you eat too much, you will definitely turn into an ice sculpture.

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