Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

The next morning the sun was shining brightly.

Yesterday's heavy rain has stopped, and the golden-red morning sun is shining brightly.

Ivan yawned and climbed up, rubbed his eyes, and found that he was lying on a soft and comfortable large bed, covered with a velvet quilt, and the quilt was warm.

The muddy clothes had been washed and dried and hung neatly on the hangers beside the bed. When he looked at himself, he saw a brand new beige pajamas.

Opening the curtains and looking at the clear sunlight outside the window, Alvin stretched out. It was the first time in the past few days that he slept so peacefully.

Looking towards the bedside, where a glass of warm milk was placed, Alvin's nose twitched slightly and he turned to look at the corner of the room: "Come out."

After the words fell, a short creature with big eyes and big bat-like ears appeared in front of Alvin in the corner. The strange thing was wearing an old pillowcase and looked at Alvin timidly.

House-elf?

Ivan doesn’t know much about the Harry Potter story. He has only seen the movie version of Order of the Phoenix, and some relatively out-of-the-box jokes.

For example, Expelliarmus, Avada chewing a big melon...

Or Hermione and her two useless men...

I remember when I first watched Order of the Phoenix, there seemed to be a gloomy house elf, I forgot his name...

"Have you always been here?" Ivan asked.

"Professor Dumbledore asked Harlan to take good care of sir..." the elf named Harlan said timidly.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ivan patted Harlan's big bald head: "Can you take me to see Professor Dumbledore?"

"It is Harlan's honor to serve you!" Harlan bowed respectfully.

After changing clothes, I followed Harlan to the dormitory he left, and followed the spiral staircase to a spacious and bright circular lounge. The lounge was filled with red soft chairs that looked very soft, and velvet pillows were placed on the chairs. , a crimson flannel curtain hung by the window.

There are embers from burning charcoal in the fireplace next to the wall, dissipating the remaining moisture in the castle after the heavy rain.

After leaving the lounge, Alvin came to the corridor. The walls of the corridor were hung with oil paintings. The characters and animals in the paintings were all moving, which made Alvin feel novel.

All the way to a huge stone beast statue, the stone beast glanced at Aiwen and slowly moved away. The wall behind him opened, revealing the spiral escalator behind the wall.

Ivan stepped onto the escalator, and the next second, the spiral staircase suddenly started to rotate automatically.

"vomit--"

The heartbreaking sound of vomiting resounded on the escalator. Ivan's face turned pale. He lay on the stairs and vomited non-stop. Until the escalator stopped rotating, he stood up tremblingly holding the handle and pulled the lion's body. The brass door knocker in the shape of an eagle's head knocked gently.

"Please come in." Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind the door.

Ivan pushed the door open and saw the other person sitting behind a huge desk with eagle claw legs.

The room, like the Gryffindor Tower, was a circular space. Various odd-shaped silverware were placed on the table with slender legs, and small puffs of smoke were emitted from time to time.

On the gilded perch next to the door, a big red bird looked at Alvin eagerly, as if he didn't want to see him.

The walls are covered with moving portraits of men and women, most of whom are sleeping soundly.

Alvin wiped the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I vomited on the stairs."

Dumbledore smiled: "It seems that you haven't had a good rest?"

Alvin didn't speak, he wouldn't tell others about his weaknesses easily.

Being stunned by vehicles has such a huge impact on the dragon slayer magician that Acnologia is invincible and must kneel down when encountering vehicles.

Seeing that Ivan was silent, Dumbledore was not annoyed. With a wave of his wand, a glass of lemonade appeared in the air in front of Ivan.

"Thank you." Ivan took the water glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling much better.

Dumbledore looked at him gently: "I wonder where Mr. Darknight is from?"

Ivan held the water glass and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm from Aslant, not from this world."

A trace of surprise flashed in Dumbledore's eyes: "It's unbelievable. Even in my more than 100 years of experience, this kind of thing has never been heard of."

He didn't doubt Ivan's words. Based on Trelawny's prediction, he already had a rough guess in his mind, but he couldn't get it confirmed.

Alvin shrugged: "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"I wonder if you can explain in detail what a dragon slayer is?" Dumbledore asked.

"A dragon-slayer magician refers to a magician who masters the magic of dragons, can swallow elements with the same attributes as his own dragon power, and transform into a dragon." Ivan explained: "For example, I am a ghost who was raised by a ghost dragon. Dragon Slayer Mage, so I can swallow dark magic, soul fire, and the power of death."

"No matter what kind of black magic or death curse, it has no effect on me."

Dumbledore understood immediately.

The incarnation of death, that's what it is...

This ability to not be afraid of black magic and death curses is completely the natural enemy of black magicians!

"How about we make a deal?" Opposite Dumbledore, Ivan suddenly said.

"I would like to hear the details." Dumbledore said gently.

"I met that person last night. He has two souls in his body. One is young and healthy, and the other is dilapidated and dilapidated. It can't even be called a soul anymore..."

"I guess that person wants to avoid death by splitting his soul. It's a good idea. I think... he should be your enemy?" Ivan asked.

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Indeed, a crazy and dangerous enemy."

"I can help you kill him." Ivan spread his hands gently: "As a deal, you have to help me find a way back as much as possible."

When Dumbledore heard this, he did not give a direct answer. He looked at Ivan with a deep look and pointedly said: "Before that, Mr. Darknight... I am more curious about whether your English is... Where did you learn it?”

"Ha, that's what happened before I came to Aslant." Ivan said with a meaningful smile: "Are you sure you want to listen? It might subvert your understanding of the world."

"Ah..." Dumbledore nodded understandingly: "Then forget it. Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing. I often have to put away all those unpleasant memories because I have too many things in my head. Pull it out."

"I must admit that you convinced me. This is a deal that I can't refuse at all." Dumbledore laughed: "Deal."

"Happy cooperation!" Alvin clapped his hands gently.

Dumbledore suddenly raised his hand: "Of course, regarding the details of cooperation, I think we should have a good chat. I didn't have time to ask before, how old is Mr. Darknight?"

"Eleven." Ivan said.

"What a dazzling age..." Dumbledore smiled: "Come to school."

Alvin: "???"