Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

It was not just the young wizards at Hogwarts who were shocked by the completion of the Hogwarts Dragon Research Center. The lifeless wizarding world in England was also given a shot in the arm.

The splash caused by this unique and huge investment was not limited to England. The huge turmoil attracted the attention of at least half of European wizards.

In the afternoon after Dumbledore finished announcing the matter, Rollo, who was covered in dirt and grass clippings, opened the door of the principal's office.

"Congratulations, Professor, Hogwarts will unify the European academic community just around the corner."

Looking at the thick stack of letters on Dumbledore's desk, Rollo said jokingly to him after glancing at the cover.

"Maybe." Dumbledore spread his hands with a wry smile on his face, "Professor McGonagall said she has enough things to do, so I have to do the reply to the admission letter myself."

"Maybe it's because my old bones have been inactive for too long. Writing letters is really tiring."

Dumbledore commanded the quill to write the reply without moving his hands. His pretending to be pitiful was of no use.

"If you weren't using magic to do it for you, maybe I could still believe it for three seconds."

"You should be considerate of the dim-sighted old man. Hundreds of letters came in at once, which is very tiring to read."

"If the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang heard what you said, they would be so angry that their back teeth would break."

"If nothing else happens." Rollo sat across from Dumbledore and moved a stack of obstructive letters aside. "Starting from the new semester this year, the number of new students in their two magic schools will continue to decline."

"As far as I know, there are many big families with a keen sense of smell that have begun to purchase dragon training licenses on the market. They are betting that after Hogwarts opens the Dragon Academy, it will launch many new technologies that will lead to market changes. , further stimulating the consumption and sales of dragon products."

"When they complete the construction of the dragon training facility and start to need related employees, the number of new students in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will drop off a cliff."

"Is it necessary for a magic school without students to continue to exist?"

"In three years, when the first batch of students graduate from Hogwarts Dragon Academy enter the society, parents who have understood the reality will rush to send their children. What the wizarding world lacks most is stable and long-term jobs, and The price of a dragon tamer is never low."

"Perhaps you should plan how to annex Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, as well as those magic schools that are even less well-known than them."

"You're good at finding things for me to do, aren't you?"

Dumbledore did not show an expression of distress. When he agreed to Rollo's construction of the dragon training farm, he had already thought of everything. He could have some fun while waiting for death for several years, which would make Dumbledore feel... Life is more fulfilling.

"Of course, you have to live for another 100 years, otherwise wouldn't the thirty-six thousand five hundred pairs of wool socks I gave you be in vain?"

Rollo, who smiled evilly, said jokingly that he regretted not being able to see Dumbledore's expression when he received the gift. It must have been wonderful.

"100 years is too long, and wool socks cannot be worn all year round. The elderly also need to be considerate in the summer."

Dumbledore, who had a troubled look on his face, seemed to have imagined the sour smell when he took off his wool socks after wearing them for a day in the summer. This was definitely not a happy sight.

"Then add another 50 years? Although I don't have the Philosopher's Stone, it's not difficult to get unicorn blood."

Rollo, who deliberately mentioned this matter, was observing Dumbledore's reaction, but it was a pity that Dumbledore, who was too knowledgeable, did not show any flaws, even his eyes did not waver.

"Death is not scary, kid."

Dumbledore said softly: "That is a greater adventure. A long life is not necessarily what everyone pursues. I am fortunate to know a real immortal, but he is also worried about this long life." The repetition and boredom that life brings.”

"Perhaps when you reach my age, you will know the heaviness of time."

Dumbledore, who was slightly emotional, smiled at Rollo. After all, immortality is indeed a pursuit that many people long for.

Dumbledore was not worried that Rollo would become someone like Voldemort because of this idea, because Rollo now had the key to immortality.

With enough potions prepared from unicorn blood, it is not difficult to live for three to five hundred years, and it can even be said to be quite easy.

The recorded Unicorn Knight was 380 years old. If she had not died in battle, she would have been able to accompany her unicorn companions to the end of her life.

"Would you believe me if I told you that long hours don't make life boring?"

"Why do you say that?" Looking at Rollo's determined and insistent expression, Dumbledore was a little confused. He never regarded Rollo as an ordinary child and knew that he would not say unfounded things.

"Perhaps you should look at the world and see the real world, not our magical world."

Rollo took out a newspaper clipping from his pocket. The illustrations were black and white photos that would not move.

"We are not the only wizards in the world. The people who have the absolute advantage in the world are ordinary people, Muggles who cannot do magic. Their wisdom began to sprout hundreds of years ago during the Industrial Revolution, but what we have now In this era..."

Rollo pushed the collection of newspaper clippings in his hand, along with a few science fiction novels about the Muggle world.

"You know, I am researching cross-species breeding with Hagrid and Rolf. This research is extremely niche in the magical world. There are very few research results, and they were even hundreds or even a thousand years ago. To expand my mind, I found these things.”

"Muggles without magic also have wild imaginations. Even because they don't have the magical power of magic, they are better at fantasy than us wizards. Although these stories are false stories based on imagination, Muggles' technology But these fictional fantasies are turned into reality step by step.”

"We are stepping on the tail of the 21th century, and I believe that in the near future, in the [-]st century, the technology used by Muggles to study the world will bring miracles to the world that will refresh our knowledge. This will be a dragon compared to a mere dragon. The more shocking miracle of human research is the one that can subvert the world and affect the trajectory of the entire world."

"The heaviness of time and years you mentioned may exist, but after we have endless roads to explore, what is this burden?"

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the book Rollo pushed in front of him.

"A Muggle fantasy?"

he said softly.

"Yes, but I believe that sooner or later, they will turn their fantasy into reality, even if it seems so incredible now."

"Perhaps you have read Shakespeare's sonnets? Bareruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang" (Barren singing ground, once a place where birds chirped), "The Late Birds Sang" I think this book is worth reading. "

"They have glimpsed the gorgeous dreams that we have not noticed. If all of this can be turned into reality, my future and our future will be coated with a layer of wonderful dreams."

"A very bold idea." Dumbledore looked at Rollo deeply, "But for many wizards, this is not allowed."

"You mean, the Wizarding Statute of Secrecy?"

Rollo raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, "This is a long-standing separation and barrier."

"I want to use outdated things from hundreds of years ago to control me who was born hundreds of years later."

"I would like to see if they have this ability."

This look of contemptuous confidence made Dumbledore's eyes wander for a moment. Although the person in front of him was completely different in age and appearance, wasn't this the same shadow he saw in Grindelwald?

Talented, unruly, disregarding conventions, trampling on old rules, and having his own ambitions, fiery, huge, and fascinating ambitions.

It was because of this that he was deeply fascinated by him. Because of this similar interest, the two came together and became close comrades, friends and even relatives. Even though the relationship was short-lived, they were real and It exists in his heart for a long time.

'Maybe they're going in a different direction. '

Dumbledore thought in his mind that Grindelwald's fear and contempt for Muggles did not exist in Rollo.

"Trouble will find you. Who would want to have hundreds of years of ease and peace broken?"

"Then I'll just give them a bigger trouble so they don't have time to take care of me."

"As a proud Slytherin, isn't that what I will do to achieve my goals by any means necessary?"

"War?" Dumbledore said the easiest way to think of it.

"Perhaps you should also get over the fighting and killing in the Middle Ages. Professor, there are countless things in the world that are more terrifying than starting a war."

"What's more, I just need to stir up the muddy waters. The cost of war is too high and it is inefficient."

"But the price must be paid, it's just the person who pays the price...or the power."

Rollo narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Maybe when I can walk out of Hogwarts alone, I can get a glimpse of Duanmi."

"You wouldn't persuade me to retaliate with kindness and let me put down the blood feud I'm carrying, right?"

"Maybe they're just people?"

"But I am willing to rage against the land that raised them."

"If sacrifice is inevitable, I have to find an excuse for myself, right?"

Rollo met Dumbledore's clear blue eyes and spoke those familiar words.

"For the greater good."

"I'm a selfish Slytherin."

Dumbledore was somewhat silent. The side shown by Rollo at this moment made him feel a little uneasy. Such madness with clear logic and goals is the most terrifying.

Moreover, Rollo's abilities were extraordinary, even more extraordinary than the outstanding Tom Riddle back then, which made Dumbledore even more worried.

Rollo naturally knew the consequences of such an explicit performance, but this was his purpose, because some things could only be left to an unscrupulous madman.

When Dumbledore finished reading the book he gave him, his purpose was achieved.

Don’t those seemingly bizarre fantasies contain people’s longings and some unattainable extravagances?

Rollo believed that Dumbledore would bite his bait because it was a temptation he could not refuse, even if the temptation was just a beautiful bubble woven by a Muggle novel.

But that is the only hope.

The hope of redemption.

"Sorry, Professor."

Rollo broke the silence at the moment, "Maybe I'm too excited."

His calm words brought Dumbledore out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"I almost forgot what I came here for."

"I need a laboratory. There should be a ready-made research room at Dragon Academy, right? I need a bigger one. The cross-species breeding of Acromantula x Manticore x Fire Crab has come to an end. I think this stage requires more careful observation and experimentation.”

"No problem. There is a lot of space there. You can choose a suitable one. You can also give me the experimental equipment and I will arrange the purchase."

Dumbledore pulled out a drawing, which was an overview of Hogwarts Dragon School.

"Anything else?"

"Of course, I would like to meet Mr. Nico Flamel, and I would like to ask him to help me create a portable zoo similar to Mr. Newt Scamander."

"I wonder if you could give me a recommendation?"

Dumbledore knew the importance of this thing to Rollo. The reason why he agreed with Rollo to give up those courses was that he himself could not protect this child forever. Sooner or later, he would walk out of Hogwarts, and at that time, it would be him The moment when he faced the dangers of the outside world alone, facing the threat that destroyed his family.

"I will talk to Nick, but he spent a lot of energy building the giant alchemy array at Dragon Academy. As you know, although he has the elixir of life, he is still an old man over 650 years old."

"Time is not forgiving."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "The price of eternity is not easy at all. Pies will not fall from the sky out of thin air. Even if they did, it would only make people miserable."

"Thank you Professor, I will be waiting for your good news."

"Wish you a nice afternoon, I'll take my leave now."

After collecting the overview map of Dragon Academy, Rollo said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the principal's office.

The students had already poured out of the school and onto the grassland by the Black Lake. They saw and touched with their own eyes this grand building that excited them for a long time. The flying dragon breathed out flames and lit up the lights in the depths of their eyes.