The Last Goodbye

y saw Aberforth frown. Slughorn continued, "We also don't know why Grindelwald didn't disclose the news of Albus's magic damage... But it is in our interest. So I suggest, of course, this is only my personal opinion, that we better keep his condition a secret from the outside world .What do you think?"

So that's why it was widely rumored that Albus Dumbledore didn't shoot Gellert Grindelwald until 1945?They hid the news of Albus's magical damage? Harry was still thinking and didn't reply in time. Slughorn clearly misunderstood, his expression turned serious, "You know we're going to war, Harry?"

The young man responded vaguely.They are living in the darkest and turbulent era of the twentieth century-the Pacific War is about to start, the two sides of the Atlantic are eyeing each other, the economies of North America and Western Europe are in depression, the powers of North Africa and East Asia are changing, the Austro-Hungarian Empire ceased to exist at the beginning of the year, and the Third Reich on the other side of the strait is on the way. Rising—for a moment, he couldn't tell which war the other party was referring to, and he couldn't even tell which side the people in the room were on.

Slughorn probably felt that the young colleague was confused, so he said, "The Germans are ready to attack Slovakia. Russia and the United States are very vocal. But to be honest, Britain and France may not be able to stop it-maybe they feel that Germany That's the end of human ambition. I hope they are right, but who knows what will happen in the future?" Harry finally understood.He was a little surprised that the head of Slytherin would be interested in the Second World War.

It was a war in the Muggle world.

"But it's a war in the Muggle world." Aberforth spoke Harry's heart.Everyone at the table looked at him in unison. "I don't think Albus has any obligation to be involved in this." His tone was strong, and his dissatisfaction was palpable.

"To tell you the truth, I wish Grindelwald thought the same way." Slughorn gave him a helpless look, "But I have reliable information that he is visiting Berlin, leading the most famous dark wizards in Europe to swagger Lives at Hitler's estate - and he's as good as hell, unscathed. It's too bad for us now..."

"That's not something Albus needs to worry about - he's already done enough." Aberforth interrupted bluntly, looking as if he wanted to kick the others out.

"Aberforth, please understand." Galatea interjected, "Albus is our hope, we cannot lose him..."

"You won't lose him!" Aberforth stood up suddenly angrily.The chair creaked loudly against the wooden floor.He couldn't bear to leave the table, "You will not lose him, and the British wizarding world will not lose him-only me and my sister, we will lose him! He will do his duty to protect Hogwarts, protect Great Britain Empire, to the end of his life—satisfied!"

Everyone fell into silence again.The fire in the fireplace has been extinguished, leaving only a pile of charred coals.

The west wind leaked into the house through the window, dyeing the room cool in autumn.

"Aberforth..." Galatea stood up, her stern expression loosening for the first time, but the sound of footsteps interrupted her.The footsteps were getting closer, and then an old man with gray temples appeared at the door of the living room.The old man is over seventy years old, but he is tall and straight and full of energy.He was wearing a quaint dark green robe, with his slender fingers crossed and hanging down in front of him.The old man smiled mischievously at the juniors in the living room.

"What did I miss?" He asked gently, smiling innocently like a child.

The rest of the people immediately stood up and saluted the old man respectfully. Harry followed the others and nodded politely to the old man. "Monsieur Potter!" The old man looked at him happily, his English had a strong French accent, "Albus and I were chatting about you just now, and he said he must thank you personally. Go up!"

"Excuse me, are you...?" Harry looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm Nicolas Flamel," said the old man briskly, his manner much younger than his appearance.Hearing this resounding name, the savior opened his mouth in shock—the great alchemist Flamel, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone?He is at least 600 years old now, right?

"I..." Harry was a little speechless with excitement, "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Flamel."

"The honor belongs to me, Monsieur Potter." Flamel smiled kindly, then stepped aside to get out of the way to the second floor, "Go, he's waiting for you."

MASTER SO FOUR TIME, PART II

1938

Although the Slytherin common room is built at the bottom of a cold and deep lake, its interior decoration is the most luxurious of all the houses.The walls are made of black granite.The ceiling is a transparent semicircle carved in crystal.Outside the slender arched windows is the emerald green lake, and in clear weather, schools of fish can be seen swimming in groups.There is a fire always burning in the fireplace, so it is warm all year round.The leather sofas and carved seats are well arranged, so you won't feel tired even if you sit for a whole day.But it was clear that the three sitting in front of the fireplace were in no mood to appreciate their gorgeous lounge.

Alphard Black scratched off the last spell on the parchment and turned to look at the other two.The firelight reflected the handsome but helpless faces of the three of them. They were as serious as preparing for the OWLs exam.

There was a blank piece of paper in the center of the tea table where the three of them were sitting.

"Could this be a blank sheet of paper?" Alphard stretched his waist, and leaned back into the sofa chair.

"No." Riddle said firmly.He took the parchment full of manifesting spells, and began to check one by one against the dozen or so spell books around him. Abraxas leaned over, and when they were halfway through the comparison, the platinum boy suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "These manifestation spells don't work on black magic, do they?" The other two looked at him in unison, and then moved quickly. Alphard blocked the furnace light with a blocking spell. Riddle pointed his wand at the paper, "Verdimillion." A circle of green light in the darkness fell on it, and they were pleasantly surprised to find that the white paper emitted a hazy silver as if responding to something—this is the manifestation of black magic. trace.

"This is interesting." Alphard lifted the blocking spell, "Let's show it to Professor Potter!"

"No." Riddle quickly vetoed it.

"Let's not say it was ripped from your guardian's book. Let's just say we stumbled upon it while practicing Verdimillion?"

"No." Riddle insisted.The other two boys looked at him suspiciously.The black-eyed boy just stared at the dancing flames in the fireplace thoughtfully. Alphard wanted to say something more, but Abraxas stopped him with his eyes.

After a while, Riddle finally looked at them, and it seemed that he had made a decision. "It's useless to bring it to Professor Potter." His voice was indifferent, and he felt a little irrelevant, "Because Professor Potter is my guardian." The common room was quiet, and his words were resounding. There was a wave of waves in his eyes.

"I knew it!" Alphard said suddenly, and was immediately stepped on by Abraxas under the table, but this didn't stop Master Black's excitement, "No wonder Professor Potter always pays special attention to you... Ouch, what's wrong with you, Abraxas ..."

"Can't you just say a few words less?" Abraxas looked at Riddle a little embarrassedly, "Salazar, just ignore him."

"It's okay." Riddle looked at them calmly, "I was an orphan once, and Professor Potter adopted me. I didn't want to tell you before, for fear that you would alienate me if you knew."

The two people on the opposite side were even more shocked—is he an orphan?They really didn't think of this possibility...they never dared to ask because they were worried that he was Professor Potter's illegitimate child! Riddle carefully examined the two teenagers, but did not find a look of shake or contempt in each other's eyes.On the contrary, apart from shock, there seemed to be some kind of... admiration in their eyes?

"I said buddy..." Alphard smiled and shook his head, "If I had a guardian like Professor Potter, I wouldn't have time to show it off! Don't you see how obsessed those girls are with him!' Oh ~ if he was a Slytherin Dean would be so kind~'" He imitated the girl's soft voice, and flashed his passionate gray eyes.The other two were amused.

"Salazar, we won't alienate you because of your background." Abraxas also looked at Riddle kindly, "I swear on the honor of the Malfoy family." Alphard also laughed at this