Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 288 Dumbledore's Conversation

"Damn it! I insist on imprisoning you in Azikaban..."

Fudge was obviously extremely angry. After struggling to get up from the ground, he pressed his bowler wizard hat on his head forcefully, and said this to Gilderoy Lockhart fiercely.

But obviously no one took this seriously, even Hagrid was pulling his beard and trying to hold back his laughter.

As for the culprit, Professor Lockhart, our Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is grimacing with excitement.

(Combined with his big bald head, all this is even more joyful...)
Fudge was even angrier.

"Take him away, take him away... there is nothing more to say."

He said eagerly.

Because the other wizards in this room had already started giggling.

Fudge had the two Aurors grab Lockhart and prepare to take him away.

But this guy was struggling wildly, dancing with his arms and legs.

For a while, this farce is not over yet.

It was Dumbledore who ordered Hagrid, whose beard was trembling, to help the two get Professor Lockhart out before the matter was settled.

At this time, only Dumbledore and McGuffin were in the room, and Harry was there.

Dumbledore walked to an armchair by the fire.

He clicked with his wand, and made two identical copies.

"Sit down, Harry, MacGuffin!" he said.

Dumbledore sat down next to the two of them, and he waved his wand again, a tray emerged out of thin air, dangling in mid-air, with two sandwiches and two cups of milk tea on it.

The aroma overflowed, making the mouths of the two of them salivate rapidly.

"Eat something, haven't you guys eaten all day? Let's talk about the next story after you finish eating..."

McGuffin and Harry glanced at each other.

The taste of the bread and the grilled pork chops inside was like an iron hook protruding from the nose into the stomach, hooking the gluttons of the two of them straight out.

Can't stand it anymore.

McGuffin pounced on it, gobbled up the sandwich in three or two bites, and when he was drinking milk tea and struggling to swallow it, another sandwich appeared on the tray.

Seeing this, Harry quickly picked up the sandwich and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fox looked with contempt at this scene. It took off from Dumbledore's shoulder, stood in a corner of the room away from McGuffin and the others, raised its head high, and looked at the two little wizards it had rescued with disdain. It used its long beak to comb the bright red and golden feathers.

Dumbledore looked at the scene where the other two young wizards were starving, with a friendly smile on his face,

"I knew it was like this...so I asked the kitchen to leave a copy for you."

He said to Harry, "First of all, Harry, I want to thank you... You must have shown absolute loyalty to me and this school in the Chamber of Secrets. Only this kind of loyalty can summon Fox to your side."

"Only loyalty to Hogwarts allows Fox to bring the Sorting Hat to you..."

"But...Professor, I lost the silver sword that I took out of the Sorting Hat. It was taken away by Voldemort, and I don't know where it is now..." Harry said dejectedly. (He hastily wipes his mouth with his sleeve and finishes the meal)

Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. He gently took the Sorting Hat from the desk beside him, put it on his lap, put his hand into the hat... and then took out the silver long sword.

Rubies sparkle in the firelight.

"Professor, is this?" Harry said, "I don't understand?"

Obviously he saw Voldemort taking the silver sword away and playing with it in his hand, why is it now in Dumbledore's hands.

"Harry, you need to know that this sword can only be held by a real Gryffindor... Voldemort has always wanted to find it, but what he doesn't understand is that even if someone who is not qualified can find it, he can't really hold it...Only someone who is truly recognized by Gryffindor can pull it out of the hat!"

Dumbledore said.

"I suggest you take a closer look at this."

Dumbledore handed Harry the gleaming silver sword.

Harry turned it over blankly, and found a name engraved near the hilt.

— Godric Gryffindor.

For a while, Harry sat in the chair without moving much, completely stunned, staring at the long sword with his head blank.

A kind of pure joy suddenly appeared in his heart, and he suddenly found that the thing that had been bothering him was crushed by this proof.

"But... Voldemort said that I have some imagination with him. And the Sorting Hat also said that I belong to Slytherin..."

"Professor, this means a lot to me... I'm a real Gryffindor." Harry said excitedly.

"Yes, you are undoubtedly a Gryffindor..." Dumbledore gave Harry an extremely positive answer.

"As for what Voldemort said about him imagining you, it's because he transferred some of his spells to you the night he scarred you. He didn't do it on purpose, I'm sure..."

When saying this, Dumbledore stared at McGonagall meaningfully.

The two looked at each other, trying to discern what each of them knew from the other's eyes.

McGuffin, he knew that this old guy had already begun to suspect that Harry had become one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. In his body...that scar contained a certain part of Voldemort's soul fragments.

And what do I know

Harry was dumbfounded to hear all this.

"That Parseltongue..."

"That's right, that's Voldemort's skill, he's the last heir of Salazar Slytherin... He's engraved this skill on your brain."

"But, I don't want such a skill."

"Harry, this kind of ability is likely to be of great help in your life in the future... There is no distinction between good and bad spells..."

"Even evil spells will work sometimes." Dumbledore sighed.

"Harry, although you have a lot of imagination... you are resourceful, strong-willed, have a strong curiosity about things, you are both born of mixed blood, and you both had a difficult childhood... you all have a certain disregard for certain rules..."

This sentence made Harry's face turn pale again.

"However, it is because of this that I can show the difference from Tom Riddle."

"For example, the way you and he view friends is very different. In his view, friends are just some kind of firewood that can be used... He has never learned the most precious magic... Sincere, sincere friendship, this is the most precious."

"But that's exactly what he would never have."

"You've made your choices, you've shown who you really are, and that's far more important than our abilities."

"I think this thrilling adventure, you should have a deep understanding of this truth!"

"It was your friend who persisted and helped you crush Voldemort's plot..."

Dumbledore looked at Harry expectantly.

McGuffin watched Harry being cheered up by Dumbledore's two or three sentences... as if his whole body had been injected with chicken blood, and his expression was so excited that he couldn't help it.

I couldn't help secretly mentioning it in my heart,

——MD!It was stronger than the Imperius Curse, indeed, as the old bee said, stronger than magic.

— Gan!Sincerity, or brainwashing is more appropriate.

"McGuffin!"

Perhaps hearing McGuffin's little thoughts, Dumbledore suddenly turned his attention to him.

"Why are you so astonishingly silent? It's not in line with your usual behavior!" Dumbledore said again, (Harry snickered, he was in a much happier mood now.)
"You can hide your stories from Fudge and Hagrid...but don't hide them from me and Harry...what happened in that classroom down there?"

"I know what kind of secrets are buried in that old classroom, and I also know why Les Finley was alienated by some magical power. Hundreds of years ago, there were too many accidents like this... That's why the successive headmasters of Hogwarts decided to seal up the old classroom forever."

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Harry stared at McGuffin with wide eyes. He didn't understand what Dumbledore was saying, and what his friend was hiding.

After McGuffin drank the milk tea in the cup in one gulp, he licked his mouth.

Start telling another version of the story that no one else has heard.

A story about the legacy of the Big Four and Les Finlay's transformation into a monster.

Talk about the mysterious contract he made with Les Finley.And the gold weighing pan that is still unknown to MacGuffin...

——Of course, in the narration, McGuffin completely eliminated those factors involving the system and his own identity (traveler).

After McGuffin finished speaking, he asked Dumbledore, "Professor, do you know what this spell is? Les Finlay has become like this, is the contract we signed still valid?"

Dumbledore was playing with the Gryffindor sword that Harry had returned, and he was carefully observing the silver sword around the flame. (McGuffin has already introduced in the previous narration that this thing is the inheritance of Gryffindor, and it is said that it can break through the boundaries of magic)
Hear McGuffin's question.

Dumbledore raised his head, his silver-white beard trembling slightly, he took out his wand, and nodded MacGuffin's head.

He muttered a spell that they didn't understand at all. (This kind of spell is like the neighing of insects, like the roaring of the sky, big and small, changing rapidly)
When it was done, the miniature gold weighing pan floated above the MacGuffin's head again.

McGuffin resisted the urge to turn on the system in his mind and asked, "What's going on? Professor?"

Harry stared at the thing, too, in astonishment.

After Dumbledore checked for a long time, a smile appeared on his face, "It's okay, judging from the current situation, the previous contract on it has completely disappeared. After all, the owner has changed..."

"Albert! It looks like you got an extremely precious thing... It's exactly what I thought. It's a magic seal from ancient Egypt..."

"It is said that the unbreakable oath was invented by imitating this rune, which allows you to sign some oaths in advance...it is the best magic for signing contracts...

"It is rumored that this magic can weigh secrets and honesty... lies do not exist in front of this spell."

"Ancient Egyptian wizards often used this spell to question their enemies."

"Even in the oldest legends... this is even able to make people face the soul and weigh the soul."

"However, Albert, you'd better not rely too much on this thing... The legendary scale-type magic rune is said to have a high price every time it is used."

McGuffin felt relieved when he knew that his contract with Les Finley had expired. As for the magic rune, he was not going to use it after knowing from the system that it had a high probability of having its own wisdom.

And Dumbledore didn't care about the existence of this thing. It seems that although this thing is not common, it should definitely exist in this wizarding world.

Shouldn't it be too dangerous.

However, McGuffin still had a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and he took this opportunity to ask it out in a hurry.

"Professor Dumbledore? I have another question... Why did Les Finley have to let me go to this place with him to help him find the World Tree?"

"Uh, maybe the Hogwarts principals of magic in the past, when faced with the challenge of opening the old classroom, replied that the old classroom would not be opened until a student who truly qualified to inherit the Big Four appeared."

Dumbledore smiled apologetically.

"Maybe it's because Albert your sorting ceremony last semester was too special. Les Finley thought you were the heir chosen by the Big Four, that's why the sorting hat... did that!"

"Pit!" McGuffin sighed in his heart.

But what's even worse... After Dumbledore finished speaking, the Sorting Hat on the desk suddenly twisted the edge of the hat, split a thin 'mouth', and screamed sharply.

"It's not... some kind of heir, it's just that little head filled with too many crazy thoughts, bringing it on will insult my purity..."

Shir!
"Bah!" McGuffin glared at the nonsense Sorting Hat.

Harry kept shaking his body behind the McGuffin, laughing secretly.

Dumbledore watched all this with a slight chuckle.

Seeing that the nonsense Sorting Hat was about to blow up McGuffin, Dumbledore just picked up the tattered magic hat and put it on the top of Professor McGonagall's bookshelf next to him, making it quiet.

This farce is over for now.

"Okay, McGuffin, do you have anything to say? If not...you should have a good sleep and rest."

"Get together with other students and maybe tell them about this thrilling adventure."

"After all, judging from the current situation at Hogwarts Castle,...you two can't stay together for too long this semester!"

"Is the professor really going to suspend classes?" Harry asked anxiously.

"It looks like this now. Originally, Hogwarts Castle would undergo a major overhaul every [-] years... Now because of the explosion... it can only be brought forward."

"If it continues, I'm afraid the west tower of Hogwarts Castle will collapse..."

Speaking, Dumbledore looked at McGuffin.

This made McGuffin calm down immediately, who had been blowing his head, and smiled embarrassingly, very embarrassed.

I am afraid that I will draw a question about the amount of damages for the campus from Dumbledore.

——Others don't know, but can McGuffin still not know?

Wasn't this incident caused by him in the end?If it weren't for the magic rune engraving of the golden scale, I am afraid that such a big explosion would not have happened.

It's better to let the scapegoat be pinned on Voldemort's head, anyway, this guy has a lot of debts.

Black wizard, black wizard... Isn't it the black pot wizard?
McGuffin secretly lingered in Chinese in his heart.

When Harry and McGuffin couldn't do it because of this topic, the door was suddenly slammed open with great force.

It bounced against the wall behind.

It was Lucius Malfoy.

His expression was extremely anxious, revealing a hint of despair.

Because of bumping away from them, he staggered and took two quick steps, almost falling just like that.

Behind him was the weird-looking Snape Severus, who hadn't been seen for a long time.

He was watching Potter with an unusual, 'loving' look.

Not to mention Harry, even the McGuffin beside him couldn't bear it.

—What's wrong with the guy, looking at Harry that way.

(End of this chapter)