Azkaban students at Hogwarts

The Lovegood family, who had survived the disaster, hugged each other, but Dumbledore motioned for Roman to follow him into the house.

Fox and Rolf were the only ones standing in the garden with their eyes wide open.

They climbed the stairs, which were more like a labyrinth than a studio, filled with oddities accumulated over the centuries.

Various machines and equipment, models of wings and claws hung from the ceiling.

There was still a powerful magical wave remaining in the house, but the moment it touched Dumbledore, it was as if it merged into the ocean and no trace remained.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you have the power of prophecy?"

Roman was shocked by Dumbledore's fireman-like speed.

"Sorry, I don't seem to have that ability."

Dumbledore blinked humbly, "I just came from the Burrow."

"Then I have to say, you came just in time."

"But if you hadn't delayed its explosion, I wouldn't have had the chance to save Mrs. Lovegood." Dumbledore shook his head. "It turns out that I was far less timely than I thought."

"It's not your fault." Roman frowned.

He felt that if things continued like this, Dumbledore would take the top spot.

“You don’t have to punish yourself for other people’s accidents.”

Dumbledore's beard that reached his waist moved slightly.

This sentence disrupted his original train of thought.

He lowered his head and looked at Roman calmly.

"Thank you."

"Me?" Roman was confused. "If there is anything I need to thank you for, I should be the one to thank you."

"Loyal was blaming me for that incident back then."

"I -" he pointed to his somewhat crooked nose, "I am also blaming myself."

"Heller, Prewett, Longbottom, and many, many others before that and after that..."

"Molly had the right to accuse me, but she mercifully did not bring it up." Dumbledore said slowly, pronouncing each name clearly.

"In fact, I think many people are qualified to accuse me, but you-"

Dumbledore's expression did not change, but Roman felt a different emotion.

"Obviously you should be the most qualified person to accuse me, but you never seem to think about it..."

His words stopped as Roman laughed easily.

"Have you ever thought that living like this is tiring?"

Roman stared at the cover of the new version of The Quibbler, which had a colorfully painted horned snorkel on it, "Many people have died. I don't think I'm anything special."

"But you could have..."

Dumbledore was interrupted by Roman.

"Please allow me to ask you a question, okay?"

He didn't wait for Dumbledore's reply and started asking questions on his own.

"Did they willingly stand against Voldemort?"

In front of Dumbledore, Roman didn't care whether there was magic in the name.

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"Although I did not agree to let them join the Order of the Phoenix..."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, and seeing that Roman was not confused by the name Order of the Phoenix, he continued: "But they are all very noble people, and they are not willing to collude with the Death Eaters."

"I have no memory of my parents."

Roman said very ruthless words, but to Dumbledore's ears, it meant something completely different.

"But in my understanding, they died in an almost heroic manner on the path they chose." He subconsciously nodded his fingers, and his neatly manicured nails left shallow marks on the back of his hands.

"During the era when Voldemort was in power, too many families were harmed. Neither I nor anyone else was just one of many lucky people who survived the same situation."

Roman hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "You are not the savior, and no one can be the savior."

……

"Thank you."

Dumbledore's expression was somewhat moved, "Thought-provoking."

"The knowledge you have learned once belonged to the Claudius family. But for your insights, I can only attribute it to society, this great teacher."

"Claudie?" This name reminded Roman of Mr. Crouch for a moment. "Most of what I learned came from what Loyal found for me..."

"Then have you ever thought about where Loyal found those things for you?" Dumbledore gently motioned Roman to sit down, and he also sat on the chair by the window, letting the moon outside the window hang on his tip of brow.

"Did Loyal ever tell you about your parents?"

"Hardly, in fact, speaking of them... Loyal's mental state has not been very good, and I try not to talk about it."

Dumbledore's eyes showed admiration.

"Your mother, Melody Heller, her original last name was Claudie."

"Claudie?" Roman began to retrieve his already confused memory.

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He looked up awkwardly.

"Maximilian Claudius."

Dumbledore wasn't counting on Roman's answer.

"He is your mother's ancestor. He was an outstanding politician active in the late 18th century and served as the Minister of Magic for more than ten years."

"In that chaotic era, he relied on his appeal to defeat several extreme pure-blood groups that planned Muggle attacks."

"He raided the homes of a large number of pure-blood wizards, but also brought some forbidden knowledge to light."

"Since his sudden death, his nine children and their descendants have kept a low profile; they do not lack talents, but without exception, they are unknown; some have even become silent people in the Ministry of Magic."

"And his mysterious death in the office has been the subject of numerous books and conspiracy theories."

"So..." Roman understood somewhat why wizard families who had no entangled interests were involved in this incident.

"But more than 200 years have passed -" Roman frowned. Are wizards such a vengeful species?

Dumbledore saw through his doubts and said, "Two hundred years have passed, and there are not many families left who are qualified to talk about revenge."

Roman nodded. If you look at the number of people alone, the so-called 28 pure-blood families exist in name only.

"The pure-blood circle is getting smaller and smaller." Roman felt that he had grasped the key point. "What they want is not the result, but to show an attitude."

"So there will be a lot of resistance from them." Dumbledore reached into his arms and took out a pile of candies, "Want some?"

"But it won't be very big." Roman waved his hands while looking at the cockroaches crawling around in the lemon snow candy.

"One more thing, your parents also had some friends in the ministry." Dumbledore picked through the candies, and finally picked a piece of lemon snow candy covered with frosting. "To be honest, I am also a little curious. , what means have you prepared to deal with it."

"You have to know that when you walk into the Ministry of Magic, the charges you will face are not just the ones in the newspaper."

"Have you never doubted that I would flee abroad?" Roman responded pretending to be relaxed.

"If you really wanted to escape, how could you have been caught by Mr. Scrimgeour in the first place?" Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyes.

From this sentence alone, Roman knew that Dumbledore definitely knew more about him than Newt during this period.

His expression became serious, "Do you study law?"

"Only the part related to the school." Dumbledore said humbly.

"Mr. Weasley has a car, and I personally watched him modify it today; as expected, it can fly."

Roman's words had a hint of accusation, but Dumbledore just raised his eyebrows and said lightly:

"That's really bad news. His job is to prevent wizards from misusing Muggle objects."

"But it's clear that Mr. Weasley cleverly took advantage of being able to participate in the relevant legal changes at work - if you don't plan to use it to fly, it's not illegal."

The two people present laughed at the same time.

"I have no intention of accusing Mr. Weasley of his petty quirks, although this law will make it possible for more suspects to be exonerated."

"I just want to point out that in such a society where blood relations are complicated, personal relationships are intertwined, and most people are even alumni, the law is really the most necessary, but also the most fragile thing."

"So I will see a lot of witnesses on trial day?" Dumbledore guessed.

"Of course not." Roman shook his head, "But it will be a very necessary witness."

"But you came here just to tell me this?"

Roman didn't believe how late Dumbledore went to the Burrow and then to the Lovegoods' house just to chat with him.

Dumbledore slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered business.

He took out the stone that Roman was very familiar with from his arms.

"Lemay asked me to bring this to you. In two years at most, it will turn into an ordinary stone."

Roman was stunned. He didn't expect Flamel to act so decisively.

"He asked me to thank you and, once again, your story is well told."

Roman did not accept the gratitude directly.

"Mr. Flamel has his own understanding. I don't think my shallow thinking can enlighten him. I just provide him with some motivation."

"Professor, what do you think of the story of the three brothers?" This question seemed to come out of a sudden thought, but also seemed to be premeditated.

Roman wanted to know what Mrs. Lovegood had just cooked up.

"Human beings prefer to pick out the things that are most detrimental to them."

Dumbledore's words set the tone for the issue, and it was clear that he would not tell Roman the secret of the symbol.

"But if we are asked to choose a gift from the God of Death, who can show the wisdom of the third child?"

He was like an old man telling stories to ordinary children, full of patience.

"Whether they are wizards or Muggles, their hearts are full of desire for power. How many people can refuse the "Stand of Destiny"?"

He glanced blankly at his wand, which lay on the table, looking quite powerless.

"Which person who has lost a loved one can resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone?"

This time his voice was deeper.

"Even I, Albus Dumbledore, would find the Invisibility Cloak easiest to refuse."

"This only shows that a smart person like me is actually a big fool like everyone else."

Their conversation ended there, because downstairs Fox had already pinned Rove to the ground and beat him.

The reason is probably that Rolf wanted to feed it some homemade owl food.

Dumbledore hurriedly stopped Fawkes, and it took him a long time to escape with the thanks of the Lovegood family.

And Roman, who had also managed to escape with all his strength, was lying on the bed in the Burrow unable to sleep.

Mrs. Lovegood had just been grateful and reminded him that his mind was full of bugs.

Downstairs, Rolf was telling Ron, Ginny and the Weasleys today's story.

Although Roman doubted whether he could understand the meaning of those two runes.

The symbol of the Deathly Hallows, and the true nature of the death curse "May all things be destroyed".

Also unable to sleep at this late night was the old man who had just returned to Hogwarts.

In an inconspicuous locked tower in Hogwarts that no student has ever visited, Professor Dumbledore was staring at the Book of Access with a critical eye through the half-moon lenses.

This is an ancient book with a black dragon skin cover that has peeled off.

Its pages have not been touched by human fingers since the Four placed it there when the castle was completed.

Beside it sat a small silver inkwell, holding a long faded quill.

These are the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission, the only institution that selects students for Hogwarts.

Some students are even recorded from birth.

The decisions made by the Book of Admission and the Pen of Admission are irreversible, and no student has ever been admitted to Hogwarts without his name being recorded on the yellowed pages of the Book of Admission.

But now, the pen of acceptance lingers on it.

The feathers of the fortune-teller flutter in the air, which is rare; for the pen of acceptance is far more forgiving than the book of admission.

But this time, the book of admission did not slam shut to express rejection, but the pen of acceptance was reluctant to act.

Dumbledore sat there quietly, like a sculpture.

Finally, when the sky turned white, the pen of acceptance finally came down, and a line of small words was printed on the book of admission:

Roman Heller.

Dumbledore picked up the Sorting Hat beside him and placed it next to the Book of Admission.

"This is the seventh time this year, and his name keeps appearing over and over again." The sorting hat twisted helplessly, "How should I sort him?"

"Hogwarts is a magical castle. He will not be recognized by any house."

Dumbledore stopped talking, only Fawkes on his shoulder chirped melodiously.

"Just let him follow any academy and take classes." A deep voice sounded from the side wall, and the figure of a young man was revealed in the originally empty frame. "I never think that a wizard must be taught by a senior Recognition.”

He has sky blue eyes and a monocle on his right eye.

"What you should do is raise the flag of Dumbledore; unite and teach the people who can face the Dark Lord's power again."

"Thank you, Abner." Dumbledore said almost sighing, "You are really a father and son."

"You've endured enough."

"This is what I should do, and this is the only thing I can do."

"Forget it, Professor." Abner shook his head, "The world doesn't need lone heroes."

"You can't keep using secrets and lies to prevent children from growing up. Whether it's secrets or white lies..." Abner looked at Dumbledore quietly, "The Potter children... The Longbottom children...and many, many families who survived that era, their children have grown up."

"No one can stop this era, not even the Dark Lord."

"I'm glad you think so, Abner. You have always been a wise man." Dumbledore stood up, Fawkes's gorgeous feathers dancing like flames on his lenses, "It's a pity that sometimes we have to admit , we are not smart.”