Hogwarts White Knight

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"listen to music?"

Gawain looked at the parchment and felt something subtle.

He didn't think that the principal would resonate with him in terms of "music".

"But when it comes to music..."

Quickly walking through a step that would catch the feet of passers-by, Gawain suddenly put on his tattered hat and said before.

"also?"

This is a very interesting word.

After walking up to the eighth floor and walking along a passage decorated with armored knights, Gawain came to the vaulted principal's office.

"Password?"

said the uglier of the two lions.

"Uh... Professor Dumbledore asked me to come. He seems to have forgotten to give me the password."

Gawain said confused. After thinking for a while, he took out the parchment and said, "Wait, is it a sour lollipop?"

"Have a nice evening, Mr. White Jr."

The lion put on a funny smile and stepped aside.

"I hope this time there won't be a stubbled old man wearing torn jeans, holding a guitar in his hand, welcoming me to his concert. Wait, why not, it would be more interesting if there were?"

Gawain knocked on the door softly. Thinking of the last meeting, he felt a little pain in his stomach.

To know.

At that moment, he almost thought it was true.

But this time is obviously different.

"Please come in."

After opening the door, it was not a rock concert, nor was it a theater auditorium for listening to classical music. Dumbledore did not put on tattered jeans.

On the contrary, he wore a pair of silver silk pajamas with gold stars. He doesn't look like the principal of a magic school at all, the greatest white wizard in this century, the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and the holder of a series of titles...

——On the contrary, he looks like an ordinary old man with exaggerated tastes and a prank.

"Gawain, please sit down."

Dumbledore smiled and waved.

The chair from when he came last time has been placed opposite the table. There are tea sets and a large stone basin on the table.

"Oh, about that, trust me, you will need it later. Although I would like to decorate this place for you as... what you Muggles call... yes, a movie theater. But as an old man, I really Lack of energy to prepare these.”

Noticing Gawain's eyes, he waved his hand and took out two more cups and poured black tea for Gawain.

One spoon of sugar, two spoons of milk.

"Professor, you probably want to talk about theater."

Gawain took the tea cup and held it in his hand.

"Kingsley wrote to tell me that you had a serious magical riot on the train and told me to pay attention. But you seem to be in good spirits now, don't you?

I'm always amazed at how easily young people can injure themselves, but how quickly they recover. "

Dumbledore smiled and said, but Gawain did not answer, but waited quietly.

"Gawain, you heard it too, right?"

The old man's expression suddenly became serious, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Gawain, like an eagle.

"Also? Professor, you can too?"

Gawain nodded.

This was the second time he heard it today.

"Yes, I have heard it before. It is such a beautiful melody, passionate and generous. After listening to it, you feel as if you can do anything.

Before we get down to the business of tonight, I think you have a lot of questions that need to be answered. "

A trace of nostalgia appeared on Dumbledore's face, but more of it was regret. He let out a long sigh, his tense expression relaxing.

"But why can't others hear it?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione, nor even the books, mentioned this melody.

"Because of fate.

Magic is an extremely mysterious existence that shapes each of us, but very occasionally, it will show a little preference.

Extraperceivers, this is the name I give to people with this gift. They are the 'favored ones' who can see the true nature of magic. "

Dumbledore raised his wrist slightly and said "lumos", and the top of the wand shot out many silver balls of light one after another. They flew across the sky, like swallows, forming symbols one after another, and finally disappeared at the same time.

"It's just as you imagine, an ordinary fluorescent flash. This is the talent of people like us, like a natural chasm. No matter how much others practice, they can only approach slowly and never be able to climb over."

With a twitch of his wrist, Dumbledore withdrew his wand.

“As for that melody, it is a spell jointly set by the four giants who founded this school, which can help mortals detect the emergence of ‘super-sensory beings’.

You can only hear it when you sit on a boat on the Black Lake for the first time. It's just that I didn't expect that one day it would take effect again. "

Dumbledore spread his hands, feeling helpless.

"How many are there like us?"

Gawain asked.

He finally understood that the reason why his magic theory was invalid was not because his method was wrong, nor because this was an absurd world.

Although magic itself is absurd enough.

It's because at the beginning of the experiment, he made a wrong assumption about the subject.

"Not many. As far as I know, including you, there are only four and a half. And one of them is no longer willing to pick up the wand."

Dumbledore shook his head, not prepared to continue on this topic.

"But that's not why I came to you tonight. It's not music either. Of course, if you insist, I'm willing to sing one or two more verses for you, as long as you don't mind it."

"Please speak."

Gawain sat upright, and if nothing unexpected happened, what Dumbledore wanted to ask was the same thing that he was confused about.

And he had already heard Dumbledore's singing voice at the dinner just now.

"More subtle...indescribable"

——This is already what Gawain can do...

The most decent review ever.

"Tell me what you saw when you were in the car."

Dumbledore said solemnly, his deep blue eyes as sharp as bayonets.

"Well...I saw one...and..."

Gawain carefully considered the words, but he was horrified to find that the scene that was so clear in his mind could not be expressed in words, and even the simplest description could not be achieved.

"indescribable."

This word suddenly popped into Gawain's mind.

"If you don't mind, let me help you."

Dumbledore seemed to already know this, he raised his wand and said calmly.

"Think carefully about that scene.

Don’t resist, let alone indulge!”

After Gawain agreed, Dumbledore said seriously as he pressed the elder wand to his temple.

A little bit of silver brilliance was pulled out from the top of the wand. It was like silk thread or mercury, showing the shape of sections.

When it could no longer be pulled out, Dumbledore used a glass vial to carefully collect them bit by bit, not sparing even the smallest fragments.

He stood in front of the stone basin and poured the contents of the vial into it.

In that moment.

It's like adding effervescent tablets to Coke.

A halo like boiling hot water actually splashed out from the stone basin.

Furious, twisted, chaotic.

"Such a severe schism, even in the occult... signs of convergence... are approaching..."

His expression was very solemn and he was mumbling. Gawain could only hear a few words clearly.

"professor?"

Gawain looked at the white wizard in astonishment.

But Dumbledore did not answer him immediately, but tapped his wand on the edge of the stone basin.

"I think I have to see this memory for myself. And I need your help."

After a moment, he stopped and said seriously.

ps1: This chapter involves a lot of foreshadowing, please allow me to explain it in the next chapter.

ps2: Although I experienced a zone transfer, at least the signing was successful. Thanks for the support.

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