Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Hermione left for about 10 minutes, and Dumbledore appeared in the quiet school doctor's room.

Alvin raised his eyebrows: "Coming?"

Dumbledore happily sat by the window: "I must apologize to you, Alvin."

"uh-huh?"

"About the existence of the three-headed dog." Dumbledore said gently: "I ignored the fact that you are a road idiot, and you also reminded me that placing this thing in the castle is ultimately a danger to the students. , there is no doubt that this is my dereliction of duty as the principal,"

"It's okay. I was just bitten suddenly and was shocked." Ivan snorted and took off the bandage. The wounds on his body had long since disappeared. However, because of the serious blood loss just now, he still needed to lie down in the school doctor's room. A day.

To him, the three-headed dog didn't pose much of a threat. Apart from its thick skin and high magic resistance, it was not much different from an ordinary beast.

If he hadn't been too panicked at the time, he would never have been bitten by a dog, which was also the root cause of his anger.

"By the way, what is that three-headed dog guarding?" Ivan asked.

"Oh, yes, that's the second thing I want to say." Dumbledore took out a ruby ​​from his arms: "Have you ever heard of the Sorcerer's Stone?"

"Immortality, turning stone into gold?" Ivan nodded: "The alchemists of Aslant are also pursuing this thing."

"I think these two points should be the lifelong pursuit of most people." Dumbledore said gently.

"But there's absolutely no need to put this thing in that kind of place, right?" Ivan sneered: "Wouldn't it be nice to get a traceless stretch bag and carry it in your arms? Don't you think it's better to put it in that kind of place than to carry it with you? Is it safe?”

"Actually... it was more of a test." Dumbledore said.

"To Harry?" Alvin asked.

"Yes, it seems you have guessed it." Dumbledore nodded slightly: "I originally wanted to reveal a few clues to give Harry some training. I even figured out Quirrell's existence, but your Showing up disrupted that series of plans.”

"Do you want to train Harry to fight against Voldemort? Because of the connection between the two of them?" Ivan asked.

"That's it." Dumbledore sighed softly: "But what I didn't expect was that by chance, Quirrell would be killed by you, and Voldemort would also run away."

"So, what is the connection between Voldemort and Harry?" Ivan asked: "I smelled the remnant soul of Voldemort in Harry's soul. Is this the only reason?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep: "Remnant soul? Sure enough, it seems that I guessed it right... In addition, there is actually a prophecy about the relationship between the two of them -"

"One of them must die?" Ivan asked.

The Order of the Phoenix tells the story about this prophecy, but there is no detailed description of the prophecy in the movie. He was confused when he saw it at first. He only knew that the last one named Sirius died and seemed to be Harry's godfather.

"You are indeed very smart, Alvin. The Sorting Hat told me that you have the characteristics of four houses at the same time." Dumbledore smiled: "Yes, that's it..."

"Eleven years ago, Professor Trelawney made a prophecy. The prophecy mentioned a child who was about to be born, saying that he had the power to defeat Voldemort."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with memories: "At that time, there were two children who were qualified for prophecy, one was Harry, and the other was Neville..."

"In the end, Voldemort chose Harry, who was of the same mixed-race background as him. On the night he went to kill Harry, Harry's mother, Lily Potter, risked her life to protect him, causing Voldemort's curse to rebound on him. On the body."

"In other words, Harry's appearance was entirely caused by Voldemort himself?" Ivan added.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded.

Alvin sneered, leaned back lazily on the quilt, and crossed his legs leisurely: "I still don't understand, why would anyone dare not even mention his name?"

"To be dominated by a prophecy and to doubt one's own power, what a fool..." Ivan gently clenched his fist: "Magic is the power of belief. The moment his belief was shaken, he was prophesied to Dominated.”

Dumbledore looked at Ivan with admiration, obviously he also agreed with Ivan's words.

"It seems that we have the same view on faith." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"By the way, let's not talk about this for now." Ivan looked at Dumbledore: "Have I found a way to get home?"

"I do have some ideas." Dumbledore nodded slightly: "The Eclipse Gate you mentioned earlier should be a product of time and space. There is also a similar product in the magical world - a time converter."

"However, in terms of capabilities, the time turner only has the ability to allow people to travel through time, and does not have the power to travel through space. The most important point is that the production method of this thing has been lost."

Alvin was a little disappointed: "Is there no other way?"

"There are still some." Dumbledore compared the history of magic in his hand: "The owner of this magic stone, Nico Flamel, is an old friend of mine. He has made great achievements in alchemy, and I happen to be also familiar with alchemy. Some insights.”

"Although the research on time and space is still at an exploratory stage, with our capabilities, we should be able to try to reproduce the time converter."

"Really? That's great!" Ivan grinned: "When it's finished, I want to invite you to Aslant as a guest!"

"That is truly an honor." Dumbledore smiled.

Taking out his pocket watch and looking at it, Dumbledore raised his eyelids and said, "Okay, Alvin, let's stop chatting here. I need to go to London. What a bad luck. Because of what happened just now, the Ministry of Magic asked me to take some time. Come over there.”

"Sorry." Ivan shrugged, his tone without any guilt at all.

"This has nothing to do with you. The main reason is that some people are dissatisfied with me for letting the three-headed dog in the castle. This is indeed my mistake. But what's interesting is that you and I have learned to be tougher recently. Fudge and the others' attitudes are indeed true. Much softer.”

Dumbledore winked mischievously, like an old naughty boy, and Alvin couldn't help laughing.

"I have another request, Alvin." Dumbledore suddenly looked at Alvin seriously.

"Huh? Do you still want to make another deal?" Ivan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the ruby ​​​​in Dumbledore's hand.

"Are you interested in immortality?" Dumbledore was curious.

"No, life is magnificent because of its brevity. I am the magician of death. How can I not see through this? I have never deliberately pursued immortality." Ivan shook his head and then changed the topic: "But I don't care about flowers. The perfect gold…is indeed of great interest.”

"This is something that belongs to my old friend. I can't make the decision for him, but I can help you ask." Dumbledore said, "Although according to the results of our previous discussions, this thing should be destroyed."

"Tell me about your request?" Alvin grinned: "I guess it's magic?"

Dumbledore nodded happily: "Yes, magic!"