Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

After a flurry of explanations from Nick, Alvin finally understood what Nick meant.

Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, was born Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington.

He was kind-hearted and very friendly. Before his death, he was hit on the neck 44 times with a blunt axe, but even so, he could not completely cut off his head.

In ghost form, he still maintains the state he had before death - only a layer of skin is connected to his head and neck.

No one likes to be decapitated while alive, but beheading after death is a trend in the British wizarding world, because there is a ghost organization in the UK called the Headless Hunters, and all members of the organization are decapitated in the conventional sense. ghost.

Nick opened the transparent envelope and read loudly: "We can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated. You will be fully aware that if this were not the case, members would not be able to participate in horseback juggling and overhead polo. Hunters. It is therefore with great regret that I inform you that you do not meet our conditions. With best regards, Sir Patrick Podmore—"

He stuffed the letter into his clothes angrily, and then looked at Alvin expectantly: "Evan, I heard Peeves say that you can hurt the spirit body, and I want to ask you to help me..."

"I'm very sorry, I really can't help you..." Aiwen's eyes twitched, and he said helplessly: "It is true that I can hurt the spirit body, but you have to know that the soul body and the body are different. You can hurt the soul. As an independent organ of the body, if I help you cut off your head, it means that your entire body will be eroded by the magic of the underworld."

"This is not something that can be solved by cutting off the layer of skin on your neck. Do you understand what I mean, Nick?" Ivan said sincerely: "What is cut off is not that layer of skin, but a part of your soul. .”

Nick looked very unwilling: "But the Headless Hunters..."

"Although their heads and bodies are separate, that is because the soul records the physical characteristics before death. In fact, their souls, like other ghosts, are essentially a whole." Ivan explained: "But if If I give you a knife, it means I split your soul, and you will die completely."

"Okay, I'm really confused..." Nick sighed in frustration.

"Actually, I think you're pretty good like this." Hermione smiled.

"Thank you, Hermione." Nick said sadly: "You'd better leave here now. Filch is in a bad mood. He has a cold. There is also a third grader who accidentally smeared frog brains on the fifth basement classroom. He has been washing the ceiling all morning. If he sees the ashes on your body, Ivan..."

"Then he will wise up and leave here." Ivan added.

"Okay, I almost forgot, you are Alvin!" Nick suddenly laughed: "By the way, I almost forgot to mention that this year's Halloween will be my [-]th death anniversary."

"Really?" Ivan was stunned for a while: "Should I say congratulations... or condolences?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was elbowed by Hermione.

"I will hold a party in a relatively spacious underground classroom. Friends will come from all over the country. I would be honored if you could attend. Of course, Miss Granger is also the most popular "..." As he spoke, Nick felt a little embarrassed: "But...I dare say you would rather attend the school banquet, right?"

"It's okay to participate, but ghost food doesn't seem to be suitable for living people, right? Nick?" Ivan raised his eyebrows: "If you don't mind, can you wait until we finish dinner?"

"Ha! Of course! Of course!" Nick was extremely excited: "Then it's settled. That's great. Evan Rothstein, the most powerful young wizard in history, will attend my death anniversary party. I want to tell you this news. Share this with the Fat Monk… Good night, both of you.”

Nick left happily, and Hermione looked at Alvin in confusion: "What does ghost food look like?"

"I don't know. In my hometown, food eaten by dead people will lose its taste. I'm just asking to be on the safe side..." Ivan shrugged: "But it seems that ghost food is indeed not suitable for living people. "

It's night in the Gryffindor common room.

"Death anniversary party?" Luna said with great interest: "It sounds really good."

"Want to come together?" Alvin asked, "Nick won't mind."

Luna agreed without hesitation. She thought it would be so cool to participate in the ghost's death anniversary.

"Why do some people celebrate the day of their death?" Ron said angrily as he was doing his Potions homework, "It sounds very unlucky to me..."

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink, but the lounge was bright and cheerful.

The firelight illuminated countless soft armchairs, and the little lions sat on the chairs to read, chat, and do homework.

Fred and George studied what would happen if they fed a salamander some hard-drawn fireworks - and then the salamander swooped into the air, whirled wildly around the room, and exploded with crackles all over the room. Sparks, eliciting a hoarse scolding from Percy.

Finally, the salamander spit out orange-red stars from its mouth, and with a dense explosion, it swooshed into the fireplace.

In the lounge, Hermione and Luna were avoiding the sparks, Harry and Ron were cheering, Ivan was sitting on the soft chair laughing, and Fred George was screaming and running around the chair, avoiding Percy's Chase.

In the fireplace, the salamander that narrowly escaped with his life lay on the fire, hissing angrily and spitting out a bunch of flames, like a small fire dragon.

Ivan looked in a daze for a while, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Then he got up and left the lounge amidst Hermione's questions, walked through the deserted and silent corridor, and came to the door of the principal's office.

Alvin: "Thunderbolt explosion."

Stone Beast: "Wrong password."

Alvin said casually: "This is not a password, this is a threat."

The stone beast was silent for two seconds and moved away.

The spiral staircase rotated slowly, and Alvin retched and pushed open the principal's office door.

In the principal's room, Dumbledore had received the news of Ivan's arrival and walked out of the room wearing a nightgown.

"Ah... Ivan." Dumbledore looked at him gently: "Is there anything urgent about coming here at this time?"

On the surrounding walls, most of the portraits of the past principals were sleeping, snoring one after another. Phineas leaned on the picture frame beside the door and muttered dissatisfied: "What a rude kid, he actually threatened the gatekeeper stone beast..."

Ivan ignored him, looked at Dumbledore, and asked: "Has there been any progress in the research on the Eclipse Gate?"

"I received a letter from Nico a few days ago. He has developed a complete version of the time turner and is currently studying how to add space magic to it."

Dumbledore said gently: "Of course, traveling around the world is a big project, and it is not a research project that can produce results in just one or two years..."

Alvin nodded, looking a little dull.

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes with a kind look: "So, Ivan...are you homesick?"

Alvin shook his head, a little absent-minded.

"So...I guess...you are not sure about your determination to go home?" Dumbledore asked tentatively.

Aiwen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He was indeed struck by Dumbledore's words. After coming to this world for more than a year, he met many people and made friends, including Hermione, the twins, Harry, Luna, and if I must say, Ron too. Can be considered a...

It turned out that without even realizing it, I had adapted to life in this world.

Just now, when he saw the fire-breathing lizard that resembled a fire dragon, he vaguely remembered his past time in Aslant, and then he remembered that he was not from this world, and he realized that he would eventually leave one day. .

And at that moment, he suddenly thought: What if he stayed?

"Evan..." Dumbledore looked at him gently: "Although you may find me nagging, I still want to say - for those who love Hogwarts, even if they have graduated, here It is also their forever home, even if they are far away, Hogwarts will always be their hometown."

"Ha, thank you, old man." Ivan smiled.

"To be honest, I always thought you wouldn't have such sentimental emotions." Dumbledore smiled gently, but there was a feeling of relief in his heart: "So do you still plan to go back? Of course... regardless of whether you go back or not , the Eclipse Gate will continue to be studied..."

When Ai Wen heard this, he immediately hesitated.

Do you want to go back?

Is there any point in going back on my own?

After all, judging from the original work of Fairy Tail, even without him, Natsu and the others would eventually defeat Acnologia, and he only appeared in Aslant because of an accident...

If you think so, it seems that you don't need to go all the way back?

With Hermione's company and the house elves taking care of her, life here is leisurely and comfortable, as long as Voldemort is killed——

Alvin looked at the crackling charcoal fire in the fireplace in the room in ecstasy. The flames were rolling and burning, and there seemed to be something faintly swimming in it...

Suddenly, as if there was an earth-shattering dragon roar blasting in his ears, Aiwen suddenly came back to his senses, took a deep breath dripping with sweat, and gradually calmed down his mental state.

"Huh -" After being silent for a while with his eyes closed, Alvin snorted lightly and raised his head with sharp eyes: "Of course I want to go back!"

"Perhaps I have been living leisurely for too long, and I almost forgot my original intention of practicing magic..." Ai Wen raised his eyebrows slightly: "Becoming stronger is my only purpose, other than that..."

"Where's Miss Granger?" Dumbledore raised his chin slightly and looked at Alvin curiously.

"Uh-" Ai Wen hesitated: "Wait for me to think about it..."

"If what I saw is correct, Ivan seems to have a very deep relationship with Miss Granger." Dumbledore said cheerfully.

Alvin's face turned a little red: "I...I have a greater ideal."

"A greater ideal...is it?" Dumbledore looked at Alvin with some surprise, and then his eyes brought a trace of distant nostalgia: "You really have unusual characteristics, and your talent is even better than mine in the past. The geniuses I have seen are stronger and more confident..."

"Of course, who doesn't have an ideal?" Dumbledore shrugged, picked up a piece of licorice candy from the box and threw it to Ivan: "This seems to be our first in-depth communication. Before this, I have always been very fond of you. I don’t know much, Alvin…”

"At least in my impression, you are not a sentimental person. Otherwise, in the past, the first thing you would have done when you entered the house was to trouble Phineas." Dumbledore smiled, and Phineas' mother said batch.

Ivan couldn't help but shake his head: "I'm just a normal person..."

"I'm glad you can have this kind of understanding instead of thinking of yourself as superior..." Dumbledore nodded slightly and agreed with Ivan's words.

Alvin suddenly laughed: "So my image in your eyes has always been very domineering, right?"

"Yes, and no." Dumbledore sat on the chair and said gently: "In my more than 100 years of life, I have witnessed the rise of two Dark Lords, and the second one is this..."

Dumbledore said, taking out Voldemort's diary from the drawer: "Tom Riddle, who is now Voldemort, was brought out of an orphanage by me. In other words, I should have been him who came to the wizarding world. The leader——"

"And the first Dark Lord before that, I think you have probably heard of his name, Gellert Grindelwald. To be honest, he was my confidant, best friend, and lover. , of course, these words are very appropriate no matter which one is used.”

Dumbledore didn't seem to see Ivan's melon-eating expression, and still said to himself: "It can be said that the two Dark Lords in history have a lot to do with me."

"Do you think I will become the Dark Lord?" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

"When I saw you for the first time, believe me, Alvin, no matter who sees you for the first time, they will have this illusion. This is not surprising. In fact, you are more domineering than them, but you Your domineering attitude is based on your correct stance, so it’s hard for me to find fault with you..."

Dumbledore said happily: "You have the same characteristics as them - domineering, strong, ruthless, contempt for rules, trampling on order, you are even more arrogant than them, you don't bother to gather followers, and you even despise those people." A weakling who only believes in his own strength..."

"Forgive me for using these words that are hardly complimentary. These shortcomings are particularly obvious in you."

Ivan nodded. He did not object to Dumbledore's comments. In fact, in his opinion, these adjectives were his rare shining points.

"Perhaps your background has created your personality, but what cannot be ignored is that - Alvin, you also have advantages that they do not have."

Dumbledore smiled kindly: "Tolerance of the weak, empathy with emotions, decisiveness in dealing with problems, and insight into world affairs..."

"You will get along with others on an equal footing. This is a rare advantage of a good person. Even I...sometimes it is inevitable that I will stand on the top..."

"Originally, I was indeed worried about your problems, but as I got to know you better, this worry also dissipated." Dumbledore said, blinking: "You have a very clear mind and a more ambitious mind." Your ambitions are far beyond this world, so I think you should be disdainful of embarking on that path."

"Stop filling me with ecstasy soup..." Ivan rolled his eyes: "It's getting late, I'm going back to sleep."

"So what do you think?" Dumbledore's eyes were deep.

"The barrier is an obstacle to the world, but not mine." Ivan turned his back to Dumbledore and waved his hand gently: "I will leave here after killing Voldemort, and of course, I will come back."

Dumbledore nodded gently, looking approvingly.

finally...

Finally taught a decent student!