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Chapter 418 Retirement

Harry had been at the door of the Room of Requirement early in the morning.

After Sherlock gave him the task of finding the Ravenclaw crown, he never forgot it.

But in this room that changes with the user's thoughts, theoretically speaking, finding an inaccurate hidden room is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

Maybe one day you will find the room where the crown is hidden inadvertently, or you may not be able to find it even if you look for it for a lifetime.

Harry didn't think too much about it, Sherlock didn't explain to him that the crown was Voldemort's Horcrux, he just thought it was a very important magic item.

In the afternoon, after returning without success again, Harry shook his head, sighed, and was about to leave from the door of the Room of Requirement.

His whole body suddenly trembled slightly for a moment.

Harry felt as if his body had suddenly become a little strange, and the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead produced a sharp pain that he had never felt before!
But this kind of stinging pain came and disappeared quickly. It only lasted for less than a second, and he returned to normal, as if what he felt just now was an illusion.

Harry was a little baffled, and just as he was about to go back to the Gryffindor lounge, another idea suddenly popped into his mind.

By accident, he returned to the door of the Room of Requirement, and wandered back and forth on the blank wall three times.

For Harry, the familiar but not familiar door appeared on the wall.

Harry felt a little dazed, he didn't even know what room he'd just wanted, but in the end his hand was on the doorknob.

The door was pushed open, revealing a messy utility room that Harry was sure he had never been in before.

The room seemed to be full of all kinds of items, unqualified examination papers, old broomsticks, destroyed desks, chairs and benches were thrown everywhere.

Harry was wandering around in these hill-like piles of debris, he didn't know what he was looking for, but it didn't take long before he stopped beside a worn-out knight's armor.

There was nothing strange about that armor, but there was an ancient crown on the ground in front of it.

The crown was made in the shape of a silver eagle, with an emerald gem inlaid in the middle.

The look on Harry's face was both surprised and strange at the same time.

This is obviously the item that Sherlock asked him to help find, but the process of finding this item is very bizarre.

It was as if the body had turned on the navigation system by itself, without Harry's will to think at all, he already knew the location of the crown.

Harry picked up the golden crown that was lying on the ground, and walked out of the Room of Requirement just like that.

He didn't realize at all that after he found this thing, he had no intention of giving it to Sherlock, but just hid it in his robe pocket and returned to the Gryffindor lounge.

Even when he saw Hermione and Ron, he seemed to have never experienced everything in the Room of Requirement at all, and he didn't have the slightest idea to talk about it.

Hogwarts also got what was going on outside in the evening.

The little wizards in Gryffindor couldn't believe it, the school was still peaceful, and the biggest dark lord in the wizarding world had been killed by their professor himself.

The jubilant sound resounded throughout the entire Hogwarts castle, and Harry was also very excited. He seemed to have forgotten that he got the crown from the Room of Requirement, and danced happily in the lounge with Ron and the others. up.

This kind of atmosphere continued until night fell, and it was not until after midnight that Professor McGonagall came to the lounge and ordered them to go to bed, and the students returned to their dormitories, but how many people can be safe tonight? Sleep or two said.

Harry also went back to the dormitory with Ron. The five people in a dormitory had no intention of going to sleep. Everyone was discussing the war process they had read from the Daily Prophet. They gradually quieted down after one o'clock in the morning. Neville's even grunting sounded from the dormitory.

Harry hadn't slept yet, and he was obviously much more excited about Voldemort's death than anyone else.

After making sure that no one in the dormitory was awake except him, he couldn't help but want to call Lily out to share the joy.

But today I don't know what happened, no matter how he called, Lily seemed to have no response, no response at all.

Harry felt strange, but it was already so late, although he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he had no intention of disturbing Sherlock at this time.

Thinking about going to Sherlock to ask about the situation when he woke up tomorrow, he also gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.

No one noticed that in the dark night, Harry, who was lying peacefully on the bed, was surrounded by a vague black mist.

Dumbledore had been dealing with the Death Eaters all afternoon, and he could only return to 12 Grimmauld Place to rest for a while around ten o'clock in the evening.

And Sherlock was not at Hogwarts Castle at this time, and he rushed here after having dinner with Silke.

After I just confessed my love, it should be the time for you and me, but Dumbledore asked Fox to send a letter to Sherlock, saying that he had to discuss some important matters with him, and Sherlock could only reluctantly procrastinate. I didn't come to see Dumbledore until after dinner.

"I'm ready to retire, Sherlock."

After the two met, Sherlock was stunned by Dumbledore's first words.

He looked up and down at Dumbledore with a smile on his face, and asked with a frown.

"You are hurt?"

"You can also say that." The old man leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, "The sharp edge of the years has left irreparable scars on my body almost every moment. As an old man who has lived for more than 100 years, I have indeed been scarred." It's getting to the point where there's no cure."

Hearing him say such shameless words, Sherlock's face became stinky.

"Does the Ministry of Magic specify a retirement age for Hogwarts headmasters?"

Dumbledore smiled unconsciously when he heard Sherlock's words, but his smile looked a little tired.

"I've worked for Sherlock for a long, long time, I like the castle and I like to see the children learn what they should learn, but I can't really stay in this position until I am completely old .I'm really getting old."

Sherlock fell silent.

In fact, he never regarded Dumbledore as an old man who was about to die. Whether it was his image he learned from books in his previous life or the real contact with him now, the greatest white wizard gave people Feelings are always reliable.

But now, after he finished speaking, Sherlock realized that he was indeed a very old man.

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