Azkaban students at Hogwarts

"That's it? Is he waiting for us in the Room of Requirement just to make this oath?"

"No need to hand over the wand, no explanation?"

Coming out of the principal's office, Roman kept trying to hold Loyal back.

But the elf turned a deaf ear. He came straight to Roman's room and stopped.

"You underestimate Dumbledore."

The elf turned his head, his old face showing relief and joy.

"If he wanted to, he could even enter the room one step ahead of us without us noticing."

"At Hogwarts, few things are hidden from the Headmaster, and the magic of elves is no exception."

He smiled slyly, showing no trace of the bitterness and hatred shown just now.

"you do this delibrately?"

Roman's voice rose involuntarily.

"you do this delibrately!"

Meow!

A scrawny cat with dark gray fur appeared around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Castle Administrator Filch came:

"Who's there!"

The elf didn't speak anymore. He looked deeply at Roman and disappeared into the air with the sound of explosion.

Roman didn't have time to collect his thoughts and figure out why Loyal did this; Filch's chaotic footsteps were already approaching.

Instead of using the principal as a shield or returning to the house, he ran for the stairs.

Filch's shouts echoed in the Hogwarts corridors late at night. The stairs leading to the seventh floor were rotating on the platform as a fulcrum, and the steps on the lower floors even disappeared and appeared.

Roman didn't hesitate.

He jumped down with a big stride, taking advantage of the gap between it and the next staircase, holding on to the handrail, he flipped down from the air and landed firmly on the next staircase.

He ran quickly and stopped at the fourth door to the left of the statue of Confused Reese.

Filch's voice had long since disappeared.

Out of habit, he looked around cautiously, but in a castle full of magic, this caution might just be self-deception.

"Hawthorn."

Candle-lit chandeliers cast light onto the snow-white marble.

The bath sinks into the ground like a rectangular swimming pool.

There are about a hundred golden faucets beside the bath, each faucet's handle is inlaid with gems of different colors, and there is a diving board.

Roman looked at the wall. In the gilded frame, a blond mermaid was lying on a rock and sleeping soundly.

He lowered the white linen curtains on the windows one by one, and then turned on many faucets. They spit out all kinds of strange water, and the white foam quickly filled the bathtub.

If water changes in public baths could be this efficient, I believe the boss would do it.

He took a few fluffy white towels and piled them on the diving board, then sprinkled a bottle of white essence on them, then took off his clothes and got into the water.

The mermaid on the wall opened her eyes in confusion, but she only saw a pool full of foam.

She shook her head, thinking that some student secretly came over to take a bath at night, and then fell asleep again.

Under the water, Roman held his left arm across his body and held the bone staff in his right hand.

The sharp tip of the bone staff pierced the skin of his left arm, split the flesh and blood, and hit a hard object.

This is a notebook that has been desperately reduced to the size of a normal person's thumbnail.

Inside are the dark magic notes he has compiled over the years, and there are even some clues collected about the production of Horcruxes.

This was what he really wanted to hide tonight.

I thought I could save it.

But in this situation, it is a time bomb.

Roman didn't hesitate and put the bone staff against the notebook with his backhand.

Although the function of this wand is relatively single, it doesn't matter, every spell has its own spring.

Avada Kedavra!

Green light flashed from the tip of the wand.

Once a soul-targeted spell loses its target, it will transform into an ordinary out-of-control spell, exploding at will.

The water bubbles surged upwards, and the notebook was blown into blackened pieces, but Roman didn't realize the power of the impact, and he was pushed away by the water flow.

He came up to the surface and paused under the diving board, trying to collect the debris in the water and crush it again.

But at this time, the door was opened.

The problem with combination locks is that anyone who knows can get in.

"Is there anyone in there?"

The visitor looked at the open faucet and the pool full of foam in the bathroom and was a little dazed.

Who would come here to take a shower so late?

Roman calmly pulled the towel off the springboard and wrapped it around his bloody arm. He buried his arm in the water, and the green smoke and blood continued to spread.

"Can you wait a moment?"

He didn't want to give up his plan.

"Okay, but please turn off the faucet when the water is full. This bathtub will continue to drain when the water is full." The visitor shook his head helplessly, closed the door and went out.

Roman was stunned for a moment, then dived down again.

There was obvious water flow from several drainage holes at the bottom of the pool, and only a few fragments of the notebook remained.

He surfaced, sighed, wrung out several towels stained with white blood or fresh blood, and put them into his coat pocket.

Put on the water, get dressed, open the door.

A nice face appeared in front of him, with red hair and freckles all over his face.

"Hello."

The person outside the door nodded tiredly, seemingly not surprised why Roman was here, and went straight to the bathroom.

Roman had no intention of communicating and turned to the stairs to go upstairs.

But the faces of the Weasley brothers appeared in front of him.

Hogwarts has a new school rule. Can people with red hair stay awake?

Roman watched helplessly as the twins blocked his path.

"Brother, I completely understand your behavior of going out at night. If you ask me, you eat too much."

Fred looked serious.

"Do you need a knock on the back? Every Knut." George followed closely.

"Going out at night on the first day of school?" Roman looked at the two twins puzzled, "Can you show a little respect for the new environment?"

"We have grown to respect our new environment at Hogwarts."

Fred fanned his hands as if the air was filled with an unpleasant odor.

"Yes, we lost sleep."

George echoed.

But then, Fred picked up Roman and said, "But now it seems that your situation is very bad."

"Don't worry, tell us where you are and we'll send you back."

George also sets up Roman from the other side.

Roman was confused at first, but soon realized the twins had a reason for doing this.

Because the door to the prefect's bathroom that had just been closed was opened.

A pair of thick arms pulled them from behind.

"Where are you going, my dear brothers?"

Roman turned his head, and the nice gentleman from before appeared again, but this time he mainly showed off his biceps.

"Charlie!"

Fred dropped Roman to hug his brother.

"You're not good!"

George was responsible for wiping away tears that didn't exist.

"How can you swim at night!"

"Mom will be sad if she finds out."

The twins cried sadly, which made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.

"I'm afraid you've forgotten that I am Gryffindor's Quidditch captain."

He let go of his hands with a serious look on his face and watched his two younger brothers acting.

"In view of what happened last year, Mrs. Hooch gave us a night of Quidditch recruitment and training precautions."

"Yeah, five broomsticks were smashed into pieces, it must be spectacular." Fred said with longing.

"Although we are just in the first grade, I think we already have the qualities that a Quidditch player should have." George looked at his brother's haggard black face.

"If your cheekiness and acting skills allow you to play Quidditch well, I'll hire you."

He didn't have the energy to argue with them.

"Now, go back to the lounge."

He smiled at Roman, tired but cautious.

"Sorry, man, I gotta take those two back."

"I think so." A cold voice sounded from downstairs.

Snape stood below wrapped in a black cloak, as if he had just returned from outside.

"Back-to-school night outing, let me think about it, thirty points from Gryffindor."

He pursed his lips, as if he hadn't seen Roman, and sent the three Weasleys back to the lounge.

Charlie's defense was suppressed by his cold eyes.

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked upstairs.

He had endured enough tonight and all he wanted now was to get a good night's sleep.

But what he didn't know was that just a few minutes after he returned to the room, the door to the principal's office was opened.

Even though he was dozens of feet away, Dumbledore still felt like there was a big hooked nose pressing against his face.

He shrugged, sat in his seat, and picked up a delicate quill from the ink bottle.

"I just went to find Hagrid. The boat on the lake has one less seat."

Snape's nose flapped, whether from fatigue or anger.

"This kind of thing happens occasionally, doesn't it?"

Dumbledore didn't pay attention, but happily took out a stack of letters from the drawer.

"Never, Hogwarts is a magical castle. It will send ships to pick up the new students it chooses."

Snape didn't buy it and his voice got louder.

This is a great test for those portraits pretending to be asleep.

"You were the one who forcibly admitted him!"

"So the Sorting Hat can't sort him!"

"The magic of the Sorting Hat has nothing to do with the castle." Dumbledore shook his head. "With all due respect, Severus, you will not be able to appreciate the true magic of this castle until you become the headmaster."

Snape said nothing, just stared at Dumbledore.

"Don't look at me like that, Severus. We owe the boy."

"I don't owe him anything."

Snape's face seemed to be covered with solidified wax.

"Really? That's something new."

Dumbledore responded in an almost mocking tone.

"I - don't - owe - him."

Snape growled.

"Then why are you unwilling to use Legilimency on him? Think about your performance just now. You didn't even dare to say harsh words to him."

Dumbledore looked at Snape coldly.

"I thought Abner was one of your few true friends."

"But the son of a friend may not be a friend." Snape quickly recovered from his gaffe, pulled up a chair and sunk himself into the velvet cushions.

"We need to know what he is thinking." His voice was much softer this time.

Dumbledore began to work at his desk, his quill moving smoothly, and the slender fonts quickly covered the parchment.After a long time, he sighed and said without raising his head:

"Roman is your student now. You have a lot of time to get to know him."

Snape didn't agree, his face was cold and lifeless.

"That person is also your student."

"So I made a mistake." Dumbledore still didn't look up and continued to consider the words to write, "But this time is different."

Snape's face twitched, as if he had been bitten by an invisible mosquito.

"It's no different. It's only been two months since you found him!"

"Really?" Dumbledore said noncommittally, "Believe me, that's been a long time."

"I'm afraid that's not what you were thinking when you opened his trunk." Snape responded sarcastically.

"This box has been inspected countless times by the Ministry of Magic. The kid is a smart man. He realized that if he continues to live like that, he will be unsustainable in a few years and may become a shield for others."

Dumbledore's calmness was unbearable to Snape.

"We agreed!"

"Use the Mirror of Erised to force him to tell the truth!"

His voice was low and short.

"I can't." Dumbledore's pen paused. He stopped and put his ten slender fingers together.

Snape spoke word by word, like a typewriter:

"But I can, I added Veritaserum to his glass of pumpkin juice, and you destabilized the potion and turned it into a manic potion."

Dumbledore looked surprised, as if he was surprised that Snape didn't understand this.

"Veritaserum can be defeated by superb magic and Occlumency. Only those who take the medicine accidentally, and those who are vulnerable to harm will be conquered by it. Severus, Roman is far stronger than we think."

Snape twitched his nose disdainfully.

"His Occlumency is not very good. He can't seal his throat without a wand."

"I can't do this to students."

Dumbledore looked at Snape calmly, as if telling him that these are common sense, as natural as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

"So you're the kind Dumbledore again?"

Snape asked coldly.

"If you think about it from your perspective, I'm not asking you to drink Veritaserum."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"But your Legilimency is far more powerful than the Dark Lord's!"

"Okay, Severus. I trust the boy, just as I trust you."

He waved his hand, and the heavy pile of parchment flew straight into Snape's arms.

The top parchment almost covered Snape's eyes.

"Believe me, this kid's problems are not simple and it may take you a long time."

"I will."

Snape uttered three words through his teeth and waved his wand to make the pile of paper float beside him.

He turned around and was about to leave, but before going out he put his hand on the brass door handle and stopped.

"I promise, it was really an accident."

Dumbledore looked at Snape's back and sighed.

"Yeah, we all know it was an accident."

The door was closed, but Dumbledore did not get the quiet he wanted.

Because private space often belongs to paper people.

"I think at the very least he should be banned from using dark magic."

In the picture frame on the wall, Armando moved uneasily.

He recalled how he had indulged the Dark Lord.

He watched that man become stronger and go astray step by step, but he only thought that he was still the polite boy.

"Dumbledore, this is irrational. You have always done this better than me."

Dumbledore stopped writing and looked at the unfinished reply with embarrassment.

He realized that if he wrote by hand, he might have to write until dawn.

"I think about it all the time."

He stood up, waved his wand, and resumed writing with his quill.

"If I hadn't threatened Tom with fire the first day I met him."

Letter after letter spewed from the black box on the shelf behind him.

"I didn't stare at him with distrust when he was at school."

A dozen letters were opened, signed to Damcos Belby.

In addition to a long discussion about the formula of wolfsbane potion, there are also a few casual remarks occasionally mixed in.

Dumbledore ignored the conjectures and discussions that had already been tested, but carefully studied the gossip.

He tried to uncover the clues left by a young man.

"If I take the initiative to guide him when he faces a choice."

"Instead of treating him as a dark wizard with a complete mind."

The quill became even more excited. It trembled rapidly and finished writing five pieces of parchment in an instant.

"Would everything be different?"

He didn't look at Armando's surprised expression on the wall, and gently tapped the tip of his wand, like a salute before a sword fight.

The parchment on the table was divided into two red envelopes.

Fox chirped crisply and held them in his mouth.

He sat back on the soft chair and looked at the hazy mist emitted by the silverware with empty eyes.

"The only good thing about being old is that he has a lot of experience in making mistakes and has the courage to correct them."

The unfolded letters returned to their respective places and fell into the right side of the box in order, stacked into a thick pile.

There are only a few thin letters on the left side, but they are all signed by the same person.

Cornelius Fudge.