Azkaban students at Hogwarts

They were standing in a room as big as a cathedral, and the beams of light cast by the high windows looked like a city lined with high walls, which were all piled up by items hidden by Hogwarts people in the past generations.

The elf's chest heaved and he couldn't stop breathing.

"I thought you were enjoying your retirement."

Roman was not surprised and just pointed his wand at the elf's chest.

"An Xiaoke."

The elf finally got rid of the aftereffects of the Apparition and raised his face with his hands on the crutches.

"Loyal doesn't trust you."

His furrowed face showed sadness.

"Why don't you go to Ilvermorny?"

Of course Roman knew that Loyal didn't want him to come to Hogwarts.

He didn't even want to let himself go to school and got a lot of textbooks for this purpose.

But textbooks are never the same as masters. You never know whether the person responsible for writing textbooks is the master or his apprentice.

"Loyal, Hogwarts is the place most likely to solve my physical problems."

He tried to convince the elf for the thousandth time.

"At least we can change schools. Ilvermorny is not weaker than Hogwarts."

Loyal shook his head in disapproval.

"But here the odds are the best. Ilvermorny is too gentle, and too young."

Roman subconsciously waved the wand in his hand, saw it crackling and sparking, and quickly put it into his robe pocket.

Loyal looked at his "former" master in silence, seeming to have made up his mind to "remonstrate to death".

Of course, combined with Dobby's Bludger, it's hard to tell who died when the elf died.

Especially when their brains don't work.

Roman knew this well, he had tried it countless times over the past year.

In the end, he chose to let the old elf be freed, and he completed the transformation of his identity from darkness to light by being arrested.

Compared with Hogwarts, the biggest problem with Ilvermorny is that it's not "exciting" enough.

"Think about all the stuff I've used."

The boy paced and began to mumble.

"The blood of the fire dragon, the powder of horned horns, the blood of Ream cattle, the eggs of rune snakes, the heart of the horse-shaped water monster... I can still spend some effort to get these, but one day in the future I may It requires the heart of a thunderbird, the liver of a chimera, and even the venom sac of a leopard."

"If I go to Ilvermorny, how do I ensure I get these?"

He looked at Loyal. As a full participant in the "survival potion", Loyal should clearly realize one thing, that is, the effectiveness of the potion is diminishing.

"But how do you guarantee that you'll get that at Hogwarts?"

Loyal asked tactfully.

Roman shook his head. He felt that his brain was not very sensitive tonight.

What should he say?

There is a ready-made Millennium Basilisk in Hogwarts, and you can ask the principal to kill it.

And if you encounter a thousand-year-old basilisk in the wild, you can only ask it to poison you first before swallowing it.

Hogwarts has a ready-made Potions Master. You can ask him questions after class. Even if he doesn't answer, you still have the option of choosing the forbidden book section.

And if you went to an off-campus potion master to consult on such a dangerous recipe, you would face scrutiny from the Ministry of Magic.

Hogwarts will still have a ready-made Philosopher's Stone in the future. You can ask the principal if you can borrow it before destroying it.

And if you go to Devon yourself, you won't even be able to find the door of Nicoléme's house.

To put it in perspective, Hogwarts sits in the Forbidden Forest, which is the safest material base; and gamekeeper Hagrid can not only enter and exit the Forbidden Forest, but can even conduct breeding experiments with manticores.

The creature's skin repels almost all known spells.

Anyone stung by them will die instantly.

Think of Professor Kettle Byrne.

While teaching at the school, he went through 62 probations, burned down the auditorium with ash snakes, and became calmer until only one and a half of his limbs were left.

Do you still expect a few normal people to be able to grasp magical creatures?

He looked at Loyal's ravaged face and sighed helplessly.

Loyal is already very old and still has mental problems. He has to rest for a long time every time he Apparates. He can't let him take risks.

"Whatever you need..."

Loyal clutched the scarf Roman gave him with his slender fingers, "This school can't help you."

"At Hogwarts, everyone who needs help can always find it."

Not far away, a voice suddenly sounded.

A bone staff glowing with green light instantly appeared on Roman's right hand, pointing steadily at the source of the sound.

At this time, the only sound in the quiet room was the scream of the Wolf Fang UFO.

He didn't have time to think about why the voice sounded familiar just now. He just raised his wand and slowly turned around the towering mountain of books.

A tall mirror appeared in front of him.

It is three or four people tall, with a golden frame and two claw-shaped feet supporting it.

The top is engraved with "Eris Stella Oheru Ayite Ubi Kafulu Ayiteon Voorhees".

In the mirror, Dumbledore was holding a plate of cockroaches and looking at him with a smile.

It is the Mirror of Erised, a mirror that can reflect people’s inner desires.

Roman smiled to himself.

He thought he was not so eager for help, but unfortunately the mirror betrayed him.

But this mirror actually comes with a smart speaker?

Loyal didn't give him much opportunity to laugh at himself.

"Obviously, you're also not sure you'll get help at Hogwarts!"

Then it grabbed its big bat-like ears and asked in a shrill voice:

"Then why did you come here? This is where the little wizards hide their things!"

"You know this place?"

Roman glanced at the elf.

Who else in the world doesn't know about this "secret" room?

"Yes, Loyal came to Hogwarts with his master and did not leave until his master graduated." Loyal asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you want to come here?"

Roman knew that he was referring to one of his parents who had never been masked, but he also knew that the consequences of questioning would be that Loyal would become crazy again, and he could only stare at the magic mirror quietly.

Dumbledore inside was still looking at him with a smile.

He sighed and couldn't help but clenched the bone staff in his hand.

He also clutched the bone staff in the mirror.

But what he was holding in the mirror was a bone staff that had lost its green light.

Loyal didn't look in the mirror.

But just looking at Roman's hand holding the wand and the veins on it were enough for him to understand a lot of things.

He almost screamed:

"Are you giving up the weapon that keeps you alive?"

The elf became excited and made a loud noise.

"This bone belongs to the powerful fire dragon. It once penetrated your chest. It can help you cast powerful magic! You can't throw it away!"

"If the fire dragon bone really penetrated my chest, I would have been broken in two."

Roman frowned, and Loial started talking crazy again.

The bones of a fire dragon, not to mention piercing him, could send him away even if they just brushed aside.

"You were too young at that time! You probably forgot because you were scared! That's why you need potions to maintain your body, otherwise your body will lose its vitality!"

"Even if it's true, it's nothing to regret."

Roman wasn't going to argue.

Besides, there were no traces of penetrating wounds on his body, and the wounds left by the fire dragon were not easy to treat.

"According to your statement, it caused me to drink a potion that burned my internal organs twice a year while it was alive. After death, it caused me to not even have an academy. And it can't cast powerful magic. It's not even a wand, because it It can only be used to release the life-killing curse!"

Roman felt an inexplicable irritability driving him.

The faint green light on the bone staff became even brighter.

"At least tell me why I need to carry it!"

He stared into the elf's tennis ball-sized eyes to confirm whether the other person was mentally alert at the moment.

But the elf stared back at him without hesitation.

"You need to protect yourself, Dumbledore cannot be trusted."

Loyal shook his head, "You could die."

"What makes you think that I would entrust my life to others?"

Puzzled, Roman pulled out another wand from his coat.

"Any wand can cast magic, any spell can kill."

He poured magic into the wand, and it crackled with sparks, filling the air with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Loyal's eyes widened and he bit his lip fiercely, as if forcing himself to shut up.

"Loyal, I'm curious too."

A gentle voice sounded from behind them.

"What makes you think that I will watch my students die?"

Roman turned back stiffly.

In the pile of books, an old man with silver-white beard and hair reaching his waist was holding a plate of cockroach-like candies and selecting them.

He met Roman's gaze and shrugged.

"No intention of interrupting, I just want to hide the remaining candies. Fox has a very good searching ability."