People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

Chapter 116 Dumbledore prepares to play "Merlin"
The three people who remained in the corridor on the third floor fell into complete silence.

Sirius was not shameless enough to say, "See, Snape admitted it himself."

After a moment's silence, he quickly explained, "That was only James before fifth year. He changed for the better after that. It was Snape who took the initiative to cause trouble for us, not us. Lily was willing to date James only because he changed his ways."

"As for me, I have always been an arrogant fool."

"But not James."

"He's not as bad as you think, Harry."

"In fact, he has been instrumental in curbing many of my overly cruel plans for Snape, and has even saved Snape's life."

"I'm the bad guy."

Then he disappeared in front of Harry and Ron in dismay.

Perhaps subconsciously, he also thought that he had treated Snape a little too harshly.

But that was too much for Snape, who had not yet sided with the Death Eaters and who had now turned over a new leaf.

He didn't feel like he had anything to apologize for.

But he had no words to argue with Harry.

Ron: "It seems your father is not a bad man. He saved Snape's life!"

Harry's face finally looked better. "This is the only good news tonight. Well, I'm a little hungry. Why don't we go back and eat?"

Ron nodded heavily.

And everyone in the chat group read this.

Beatrice looked disgusted: "Are all you boys so excessive when you form cliques?"

"Our school is still the best. Hopeless can stay with Hopeless."

Beatrice, who at most engaged in American bullying, such as "Everyone was invited to the dance except one, guess who was not invited", began to empathize with Harry's anger. If she were Snape, she would probably fall into despair.

Madison: "I don't understand how Sirius had the nerve to say that James Potter saved Snape's life."

"If James Potter doesn't save Snape, all four of them will be expelled!"

"If Snape were still here, he would have given Sirius a Cruciatus Curse at least."

Sophie: "Isn't this Ron able to read people's expressions? If I had a mouth like his, I'm afraid I wouldn't live to grow up."

"It seems the movie version is not entirely useless. At least this side of Ron was shown."

Zoe lay on her back, her white ankles exposed from her black robe. She did not make any comments. She just flipped through the book. After all, she only cared about Bajir.

"How many times did Sirius mention James?" Basil felt a little nauseous. Too gay.

"Who cares?" Sophie yawned. "In fact, how are you guys discussing my earlier proposal to let Agatha join the club?"

Madison waved her hand. "I don't think so. Agatha has a boyfriend. And she's not pretty enough."

"You know what we always do after every club event. Is it really appropriate for her to show up? I don't want anyone to take advantage of me, sweetheart."

Zoe nodded.

Beatrice also said in a critical tone: "I've seen the movie. She may indeed be forever, but she doesn't deserve to be a member of the witch club."

Madison continued, "Besides, she and Tedros are in love with each other and don't want to be apart for even a second."

"Even if you're worried that she'll die of old age in a hundred years. But don't forget, sweetheart has the Philosopher's Stone."

Sophie: “Okay then.”

Madison: "Speaking of the Philosopher's Stone, how many doses of that Elixir have you made, sweetheart?"

Baqir: "Ten doses have been made."

Madison patted her chest and said, "If our super witch doesn't die calmly like in the original plot, or if Zoe and I are regarded as the next super witch, it might be useful."

Zoe nodded. "I looked at my data. If it weren't for Cordelia, I'm afraid I would really be the next super witch."

Madison: "And I exchanged for three legendary cards before. Luckily, they are all summons. But I can't always summon. If I am exposed, I will be in trouble. I don't want to be identified as the next super witch. Fiona will kill anyone else except Cordelia. Although Fiona doesn't have the permanent mind-reading spell like Nan, what if-"

Zoe: "Wait, Madison. Have you really not noticed? Nan loves being with us. Because we're quiet. She can't hear us. Apparently the chat group protects our brains."

Madison: "That Down's baby face? I don't pay attention to people who don't deserve attention."

"By the way, what is that in Snape's hand?"

"He came down from the fourth floor or above. I'm sure it was the headmaster's office. Dumbledore asked him to get it."

"I bet that thing will be useful."

Basil's perspective shifted to the silver in Snape's hand.

Its structure is very strange, as if the ball of a globe has been replaced by a mirror.

The mirror crossed the long table, attracted the attention of the people around, and landed in Dumbledore's hands.

The person who brought it, Snape, immediately walked through the small door on the left and headed towards the basement.

There was no pause, and no communication with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore turned the silver mirror under everyone's expectant gaze, but nothing happened.

He smiled thoughtfully and continued to eat the chocolate and mint candies on his plate. He looked very happy and hummed an unknown little tune.

In the club space, Sophie laughed and said, "You guessed wrong, third-rate star. It's just an ordinary mirror."
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Late at night, 10: pm.

He returned to the dormitory early to rest and separated his consciousness from the club space.

Not only did Madison complain of dry mouth and Beatrice aching all over, but Sophie and Zoe bowed out early.

Or because Dumbledore had been playing with the mirror since he returned to the headmaster's office. At the same time, another silver mirror was placed aside, the one that could communicate with Nick Flamel.

And now, the voice came from the silver mirror.

"Albus, I'm planning our burial ceremony with Perenelle, you'd better have a good reason to disturb me."

Dumbledore smiled warmly and said, "You have a century to plan this."

"You still remember the mirror in my hand."

Nick Flamel hesitated for a moment. "This is a work you created when you were 78 and still in your youth? I remember now! You were very curious about non-existences like Dementors and Boggarts. They feed on emotions, transcend life and death, and cannot be truly destroyed."

"And truly great spells are inseparable from emotions, whether positive or negative."

"So you come up with an idea. Invent a prop to observe, to observe the emotion itself."

Dumbledore nodded, "I used it today." "The young wizard who was suspected to have the blood of King Arthur suddenly had a sword engraved with the name Excalibur (Broken Steel) in his hand."

"He was so handsome today that I lost my composure, but he didn't cause any commotion among the students."

"I'm not bragging, but my self-control is unmatched, and my aesthetic taste is not outdated."

Nick Flamel's disgusted voice came from the silver mirror, "So you thought of using this prop? Can you correct it? Your desire to pry into other people's private lives is too strong. Could you really like him?"

"The last person you spied on, as I recall, was Scamander, who was very popular with the beasts."

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses. "Surveillance? That word is too strong. I am concerned about my students."

"The power that controls people's hearts, whether good or evil, is something I should be wary of."

Nick Flamel snorted, indicating that he disagreed with Dumbledore's opinion. But he still asked curiously: "So, what is your conclusion after observation?"

Dumbledore stood up and began to walk around excitedly. "That sword is a sun! The sun of all good wishes."

"We can finally put the matter to rest! The legend of King Arthur is true!"

"There really was such a legendary king in this land!"

"The descendants of his bloodline are in my school!"

"He is hope! The hope to make this country great again!"

Nicolas Flamel: "You are going to play the role of Merlin? And don't forget that the Ministry of Magic does not need a king."

Dumbledore paused, "I will make them what they need."

Nicolas Flamel was a little puzzled, "Why do you trust him so much? You have never trusted someone so much."

Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled with memories. "If you had seen the sword over there, you would have understood. The master it identified must represent the wishes of all good people, not himself."

That night, Bagir had a very bad sleep quality.

In his dream, there was a white-bearded old man who called himself Merlin and had the face of Dumbledore approaching him.

So, the next morning.

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!"

Bajir, who was frightened to look like Bu Jingyun, suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Just when he thought it was a dream, through his full vision, he saw Dumbledore walking into the Gryffindor common room and towards the dormitory.

Harry, who was awakened by Basil's scream, stuck his head out with concern, "Basil, what's wrong with you? Why don't you come over?"

Basil shrugged, "I had a nightmare where Dumbledore walked into our dorm and invited me to take private lessons with him over the summer."

"Well, it seems that you have awakened your third eye." At the same time, Dumbledore strode into the dormitory door and said in surprise.

"Dumbledore!" Harry said excitedly, as if he suddenly thought of something. "Can I come with you? Take your private lessons! I don't want to go back to my aunt and uncle's house! And see Dudley's big face again!"

He had thought about going over to Sirius's house, but after last night, he had given up on the idea.

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Of course. But -"

"But what?" Harry seemed to be about to jump up to the ceiling.

Dumbledore said gently, "Ten days. You must stay at the Dursleys' for ten days. The spell your mother cast to protect you still flows in your blood, maintained by your blood relatives on your mother's side. So, every summer vacation, you must return there to live for a while."

After discovering that there was a third party who was opposed to Voldemort and took the Philosopher's Stone, he felt that Harry's training could no longer focus solely on tempering Harry's qualities and character as originally planned.

Basil also needed a younger Merlin to assist him. Out of his gay mentality, he did not think of Hermione, but Harry.

"My mother?" Harry stroked the exposed blue veins on the back of his hand. "Mom."

He suddenly felt that going to the Dursleys' house and being tortured was not such a bad thing.

Even at this moment, he had the urge to take back his words about attending Dumbledore's private lessons.

Dumbledore shifted his gaze, his eyes burning, and looked directly into Basil's blue eyes, "What about you? Are you willing?"

Baqir was speechless.

He suddenly wanted to say, family members, who understands?

But it just so happened that he didn't want to leave Hogwarts yet and wanted to stay here openly.

After all, today is the day for everyone to take the train home.

Last Thursday, their first grade results were also announced.

A notice warning them not to use magic outside of school was also sent to them for signature, and the Trace was put into effect. Except for Bajir, of course, because he was already an adult.

Last night, the house-elves emptied their wardrobes and packed them into the suitcases.

All the pets were returned to their owners, including Rafe, who had been hiding in the girls' bathroom from Neville for almost two weeks.

Apparently, today was the day they were leaving the castle.

So, Basil said, "Can I stay in Hogwarts? I mean the classes are in the school."

"You know, I'm an orphan now. The elders in my family don't have the habit of leaving magic paintings."

"Besides, there is too much of the basilisk skin you promised me left after Professor Snape processed it. I need your help to process it and get a fair price. The largest underground trading market in the British wizarding world is in the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade."

"Taking all things into consideration, it's just right for us to stay in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore fell into deep thought, but he was not thinking about whether Basil and the others should stay in school.

Instead, he was thinking about how to get Mungdons to give Bagir a fair price.

Mungdons was actually a henchman of his brother Aberforth, before Mundungus Fletcher was banned from the Hog's Head for life.

Afterwards, Mungdons served as a free character in the Order of the Phoenix, doing some intelligence and brokerage work.

He is trustworthy and will not betray his partners, but this only applies to their lives. As for his partners' money, he is still willing to find ways to steal or cheat.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore decided to pay for Basil's basilisk skin himself.

Of course, on the surface he said, "Well, I'll help you with the basilisk skin issue. You can also stay at school. But as for you, Harry, as I said just now, you go home normally, and I'll pick you up at the Dursleys' house next Thursday at 8 o'clock."

"Wubi!" Harry raised his hands.

"Ouch~" Ron covered his eyes. His bed was right next to Harry's. He was dazedly looking up to see what was happening, but his left eye hit Harry's right hand.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Dumbledore!"

(End of this chapter)