Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

It's three o'clock on Friday afternoon, outside Hogwarts Castle.

According to the original course schedule of Hufflepuff House, Elena should appear at the Quidditch field at this time, preparing to start the weekly flying lessons with the little wizards of Ravenclaw.

However, judging from the current situation, she will obviously have to miss this week's flying class again. Although in Mrs. Hoqi's words, Elena no longer has to take this class. She can fly better than most. The seventh graders were okay.

"Is Professor Binns okay?"

Standing on the long bridge in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Elena glanced at the serious Dumbledore next to her and asked cautiously, "I didn't expect that before, I just asked a few more questions. , the professor will become dull."

"This is not a question of whether it is good or bad. Professor Binns is in a, um, rather special state now."

Dumbledore rubbed his brows, shook his head helplessly, and sighed softly.

"You must have read so many documents about Hogwarts and the school's history. When Hogwarts was first founded, Professor Binns' History of Magic course was once known for its humor and interest. But then after becoming a ghost, it gradually became what it is now.”

Long time is the most deadly poison in the world.

Even Nicoléme and his wife have begun to feel tired of their own lives, not to mention Professor Binns, who has been around for several times longer than Nicoléme. To use a more vivid metaphor, Professor Binns took the initiative to enter the low life. Power saving mode, and Elena's questions and behavior happened to reactivate the old professor.

"If nothing else happens, when Professor Binns comes back next week, maybe the history of magic will become interesting again. This is also thanks to Miss Kaslana's help. However, I'd better try not to bother the old professor too much in the future. ”

Dumbledore said this and glanced at Elena meaningfully.

"I'm not just referring to questions, but also some strange inducements and hints that ghosts are not truly immortal. In some cases, ghosts who cannot use magic are much more fragile than wizards."

Dumbledore had always been a little confused about how Professor Binns discovered the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

From Myrtle's ghost to the bathroom, from Salazar Slytherin's question to Professor Binns' obsession, from Tom Riddle's anomaly to the description of the basilisk, even if all the evidence chains are intertwined It formed a closed-loop logic, but Dumbledore's intuition could still clearly perceive the number one promoter hidden behind the scenes.

"Hey, hey, I'm not worried about you."

Elena stuck out her tongue, sneered and shrank behind Gellert Grindelwald, who was watching the show silently.

In fact, it had never occurred to her to completely hide Albus Dumbledore from the beginning.

The biggest advantage of cooperating with smart people is that as long as both parties have the same purpose and demands, many things can be accomplished through a silent tacit understanding to clean up the unstable factors in the school and help Hagrid clear his name. These are all What Dumbledore wanted to see.

As for where Elena knew all this, it was actually not that important to Dumbledore.

Whether it comes from reasoning, or the strange entanglement of the castle, some pure-blood families related to Slytherin, or even the prophecy talent that may exist in the bloodline, as long as those three unbreakable oaths are still imprinted on the back of Elena's hand, then The interests of girls and Hogwarts are always on the same side.

"So, Albus, how long are we going to stand here?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Dumbledore, with a hint of disdain on his face. "After all these years, it seems that there is still considerable room for improvement in the Ministry of Magic's attitude towards you."

“We have always had different views on this matter.”

Dumbledore shrugged noncommittally, took out his pocket watch from his pocket and took a look at it, "If nothing else, they are already on their way. Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Minister."

As the old wizard finished speaking, a short, stocky, middle-aged wizard appeared in front of the three of them.

Cornelius Fudge, now the British Minister of Magic, still wears the same unflattering hodgepodge of clothing as before: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cloak, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat. , with a large roll of parchment tucked under his arm.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry, I may be a little late."

As Cornelius Fudge spoke, he raised the large roll of parchment held under his arm and waved it, "You know, find a dossier from decades ago, and then let the members of the Wizengamot It is a thankless and troublesome job to sign the opinion on changing the sentence."

Now that the existence of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been confirmed, and there are indeed traces of Basilisk activity, the accusations made by the Ministry of Magic against Hagrid more than ten years ago are naturally untenable, and it is logical to revoke the verdict.

"Thank you for your hard work, Connelly, and thank you gentlemen for your cooperation."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, "At least in this way, one less person in this world will suffer unjust injustice. Let's go quickly, otherwise Hagrid may be so anxious that he will stamp the floor to pieces."

"This is what our Ministry of Magic should do." Cornelius Fudge nodded politely, glanced at Elena standing behind Mr. "Otto", and asked with some confusion, "But, this child?"

"This kid is a friend of Rubeus Hagrid and is also the chef of Hogwarts. This time I happened to have some questions about ingredients and I needed Hagrid's help, so I just went with us."

Dumbledore waved his hand and explained very naturally, "I don't think Hagrid would mind having one more person to share the happiness in such a happy moment. You know, he has been waiting for this day for almost 50 years. "

There is no doubt that 1942 was the worst year of Rubeus Hagrid's life.

During this year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened by Tom Riddle, who had not yet become a noseless monster, and blamed Hagrid for Myrtle's death, causing him to be expelled from Hogwarts and banned from holding a wand. , and in the same year, Hagrid also lost his father, which almost interrupted his path of learning magic.

If there is anyone in this school who most hopes to discover the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, it is none other than Rubeus Hagrid.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, after finally receiving the pardon document from Cornelius Fudge, Elena and her "grandparents" and their group left the castle and walked through the open forest farm towards the cabin where Hagrid lived.

There had just been a light rain in the sky, which turned out to be an extremely refreshing light gray. The air was filled with the pleasant aroma of grass. Elena turned her head and looked in the direction of the Quidditch pitch on the other side of the castle. It was now a flying lesson. It's already started, and it seems to be a good feeling to skip class in front of the principal.

Hagrid's cabin is located on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. A giant crossbow used for hunting and guarding and a set of non-slip rubber galoshes the size of a small dolphin are hung in front of the door all year round.Nowadays, there is a small newly cultivated vegetable patch next to the cabin, which is a private vegetable garden exclusively for the Hogwarts faculty and staff.

Normally, the three-headed dog Luwei would lie down in the open space next to the vegetable garden to drive away crows and "vegetable thieves".

However, considering that the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, would be visiting today, at Dumbledore's suggestion, Lu Wei temporarily returned to the castle and continued to guard the trap door leading to the Sorcerer's Stone. After all, a three-headed hell dog with blue fire all over its body may be a little too exciting for this minister.

Although from Elena's point of view, there is actually nothing strange about this.

You know, most farms and pastures in the non-magical world will also keep several similar large dogs to help their owners guard the land and livestock. It's just that the dogs in the magical world are a little bigger.

Beyond the lush vegetable garden, behind is Hagrid's cabin.

Elena saw Hagrid standing at the door of the hut from a distance, looking like a hill, constantly looking towards this side.

Different from usual, Hagrid was not wearing his thick moleskin coat. Instead, he was wearing an oversized Gryffindor House wizard robe that was somewhat old but well preserved. As time went by, the golden red on it had already turned dull and white, but the majestic lion emblem on Hagrid's chest was enough to explain what it was.

This was the first time that Elena saw such an uneasy and expectant look on Hagrid's face, just like the expressions of the first-year wizards when they opened the branch school. The little giant was particularly nervous. With his hands on his hands, a faint flush of excitement could be seen on his dark face.

It is different from the light apology and erasure judgment in the original work.

Due to Elena's additional instructions and Grindelwald's superb negotiation skills, this time Cornelius Fudge brought not only a "suspect clearance" oral message, but also the Wizengamot Tribunal's Co-signed document, permission to possess a wand from the Ministry of Magic, and notice of resumption of classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Okay, okay, Hagrid, I think you don't want any more pleasantries."

Cornelius Fudge walked quickly across the rubble behind the vegetable garden, smiling and waving the parchment at Hagrid.

"Although it may be decades late, from now on, you are once again a recognized official wizard. At the same time, if you don't mind, you can continue to complete the studies you have not completed at Hogwarts. oh."

Before Fudge could finish his words, a huge black hound jumped out from behind Hagrid, stood in front of Hagrid with hostility, and barked at the Minister of Magic who was approaching quickly.

"Ya Ya, don't get excited, don't get excited. They are good people this time."

Glancing at Cornelius Fudge who was standing still, Hagrid patted his forehead in embarrassment, walked over and pulled the hound behind him, rubbed his hands vigorously, and his black beetle-like eyes kept looking at the curl in Fudge's hand. Lingering on the parchment.

this time

Cornelius Fudge raised his eyebrows almost inaudibly, selectively ignoring the offense in Hagrid's words.

"This is very rare, Hagrid." Fudge said in a clear and fast tone. "You must know that this is almost unprecedented in the entire wizarding world. The Wizengamot Tribunal collectively signed to admit the mistake. For a few things, The case ten years ago, if it weren’t for Professor Dumbledore’s persistence and the possible threat posed by the Chamber of Secrets this time.”

"So, everything has been cleared up, Mr. Minister, Professor."

Hagrid looked at Cornelius Fudge, then at Dumbledore, and asked expectantly.

"Have you found out who did it? If you need to identify or arrest me, I can do it."

"Sorry, there is no news yet. We still need help from the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore shook his head, his blue eyes flashed, and he frowned.

"But one thing is very clear. As a result of your life experience, you will never be the one to open the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. As I have said all these years, I completely trust you."

"Oh, Rube, you have to understand something."

Cornelius Fudge said, glancing at Professor Dumbledore, playing carelessly with the top hat in his hand.

"That was 50 years ago. Now we can only judge that the real murderer was a descendant of Slytherin blood. As for who it is, we are still slowly investigating. After all, in the magical world, The marriage relationship is too complicated. Unless the murderer himself comes to us, the hope is very slim."

"Well, all right."

Hagrid nodded dully, took the parchment from Fudge's hand, unfolded it and looked at it carefully, and his tone immediately became excited and clear again, "Then what it says is that I can get the wand again and join Hogwart. It’s about continuing your studies”

"If you don't mind, Hagrid."

Dumbledore said with a smile and blinked flexibly, "And if I remember correctly, you still have four years of courses to complete, and of course, there is also an after-school assignment on Transfiguration that has not been handed over to me. Of course, if you don’t want to participate, that’s okay.”

"No, no, Professor Dumbledore, I do."

Hagrid took out a large handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, choking with tears of joy.

"Before my father passed away, he always thought that I could complete my studies at Hogwarts. It's a pity that he left with great regret until he passed away. Professor, I am really grateful."

When he said this, Hagrid's eyes were already filled with tears, and he even had no time to wipe them with his handkerchief. He never thought that one day he would be able to rejoin Hogwarts.

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