Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Compared to Roman's stiffness, Loyal was surprisingly calm.

Of course, it could be too crazy.

"I do not know."

He turned and bowed to Dumbledore.

"Maybe it's about the time you left his parents to die eight years ago?"

It was as if a piece of ice had fallen from his collar into Roman's robe, chilling his head to the soles of his feet.

Dumbledore stopped picking candies, and his semicircular glasses flashed brightly.

"I'm sorry, but it was an accident."

The old man knew that any explanation was pale.

Because he really wasn't there that night.

"You left 10 minutes before the battle started, and support arrived half an hour late. Two non-Order of the Phoenix members died fighting for the Order of the Phoenix's mission, while all official members of the Order of the Phoenix survived."

Loyal maintained his bowing posture, but said extremely sarcastic words.

"The master said that he can always trust Longbottom, but the Longbottoms were late; the master also said that the Prewetts are a reliable family, but they disappeared."

"And I never saw them after that."

Loyal said almost angrily.

Only at this moment did Roman understand why elves always come and go in this land.

"Even after the Dark Lord disappeared, they did not show up and show even the slightest concern for the young master."

He raised his head and looked at Dumbledore with complicated eyes.

It was a look of fear after reverence was broken.

"Similarly, you didn't show up either."

Roman didn't go to see Dumbledore;

He looked down at the elf, as if he was recognizing him for the first time.

It took me nearly ten years to persuade Loyal to put on clothes, but he spent nearly ten years hiding such a big secret.

Dumbledore was silent.

after a long time.

It took a long time for Roman to think that it was already dawn, and then he straightened up.

"It's my fault, I was too conceited."

He placed his powerful elderberry wand in his candy dish, as if it would sober him up.

"They sent people to stalk the Longbottoms. I was so stupid to think they would use all their strength against me."

He spoke hesitantly and slowly, which was completely inconsistent with his usual brisk style.

"And you didn't expect that one Voldemort would be enough to deal with you, and that defeating him in the end would even require a baby."

Loyal continued his satire under Roman's shocked eyes.

Dumbledore opened his blue eyes in surprise and said in an almost appreciative tone:

"You're right. And you said his name, Loyal, which is remarkable."

"With all due respect, ten years after Voldemort's fall, people don't even know his real name and don't dare to call him by his nickname. This is amazing."

Loyal answered without hesitation.

Roman looked at the wand in his hand, wondering whether to give himself a stunner.

This might be Azkaban, and I was just scared out of my mind by the dementors.

My own little elf has been getting sick for many years if he can't even say more than three complete sentences. Today, he snarled at Brother Bai Dao No. [-] in a clear and coherent manner.

Years of ideological emancipation education have finally come to fruition in such an untimely place?

"But there are things I can explain, even though the explanation may come too late."

Dumbledore was not angry, but his tone was calmer.

"Strictly speaking, there were no survivors in that battle. We found the bodies of the Prewett brothers two kilometers away. According to the interrogation results, they heroically held off five Death Eaters."

He paused and continued:

"And the Longbottoms were tortured by Death Eaters into St. Mungo's a few months after the war ended. To this day, they still cannot recognize their children."

He sighed, like an ordinary old man reminiscing about the past.

"As for me, unfortunately, I made a mistake again."

He rested his elbow on a "Poison Encyclopedia" and raised his hands as if to bury his face in his beard.

"Roman's name has been recorded in the Book of Access since birth. And after that night, his name was erased."

"Everyone, including me, thinks that means only one outcome..."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Dumbledore lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

Roman was overwhelmed by a series of information and was processing it quickly.

Loyal was even more shocked.

He didn't seem to expect that Dumbledore could really give him an explanation.

The silence was not broken until a Wolf Fang flying saucer hit the cabinet and howled feebly.

Dumbledore looked up.

He waved his wand and the howling immediately disappeared, but the temperature in the room dropped.

"Let me see, where were we talking about?"

He spoke hesitantly, as if he had forgotten everything that had just happened.

"By the way, trust."

Dumbledore blinked, "What should I do to gain your trust?"

Roman looked at Loyal.

This look is generally used on the eve of a negotiation breakdown, meaning - enough is enough.

Loyal returned his affirmative look.

They rely on this tacit understanding to be successful at the negotiating table.

“Let me see – how about an Unbreakable Vow?”

Loyal raised his head and stared at Dumbledore with his cloudy eyes.

Roman wanted to kneel down to Loyal on the spot, hold his thigh and beg him to stop showing off.

will die.

"A very reasonable approach."

Dumbledore actually clapped his hands, as if the other party really had a good idea.

madman!

Bunch of lunatics!

Roman realized.

It's not him that's crazy, it's the world.

Because even if he was crazy, he would not have such a dream.

"Now, we need a witness."

Dumbledore was really thinking hard.

But Loyal snatched Roman's wand with his hands, so quickly that he didn't look like an old elf in his twilight years, and he didn't care at all about the law that house elves cannot touch wands.

He held his wand high, indicating that he could take on this important task.

"I don't think that's a good choice."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Roman thought that the principal had finally returned to normal, but then he discovered that Dumbledore had been carefully studying the wand in Loyal's hand.

"Thirteen and one-half inches long, yew casing, phoenix feather core."

Roman took a step back.

"Fox's feathers, I can feel them."

Roman took two steps back.

"It still has an owner, that's obvious."

Roman was already wiping his hands on himself.

Dumbledore gave them both a strange look.

"I assume you did not obtain this wand through formal channels."

"Obviously you know it doesn't belong to you." Dumbledore took the wand from Loyal naturally, "Roman, I allow you to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and buy a wand of your own."

"The master also thinks it is very powerful and very convenient!"

Loyal was confused by the two people's reactions. "I picked it up from a ruin. It's very strong."

"No, no need, just take it away." Roman covered Loyal's mouth in a cold sweat, "I'll just buy a new one."

Then, he almost suffocated as he watched Loial reaching out to Dumbledore for the long elder wand.

He now suspected Loyal of Bowtruckle blood.

Fortunately, Dumbledore did not hand over the Elder Wand.

"The magic of elves is different from that of wizards."

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the door.

"Come on, we need a witness."