How to break into a ring

A golden arc flashed across the sky, and black clouds covered it.

The torrential rain kept washing the gray-black tower, and the castle was a huge shadow. The administrator Filch walked through the eighth floor with a dangling lamp in his hand.

Following his footsteps, a burst of grunts of unknown meaning sounded in the corridor one after another.

The statue and the knight armor turned their necks, changed their positions and continued to sleep, the portrait on the wall raised its arms to cover its eyes, and looked at Filch very unhappy. This is a relatively remote corridor, where Filch often catches Students who live at night.Even though all the students were sleeping obediently in the college dormitory, the dry and hunchbacked Hogwarts administrator still passed by here often, staring at the steps outside the corridor with bulbous eyes.

"It's summer now!" the lady in a certain oil painting said to Filch angrily.

There are only a few holidays a year to sleep peacefully.

"Boom!" A thunderclap made Filch's hands tremble, and the lantern fell to the ground.

Lightning turned the brightly colored portraits on the walls into a horrific blue-white, and the animals in the paintings ran wild in fright: a vine full of grapes was knocked down by a flock of sheep three paintings away, and there were chaotic screams everywhere.

Filch stretched his head to look out, the water in the black lake overflowed to the shore, only the canopy of the trees by the lake was exposed above the water, all the paths and slopes disappeared, and the situation of the Forbidden Forest in the distance could not be seen.

"It's unfortunate..."

The forester's hut is in that direction.

Filch grunted and looked around suspiciously, as if he didn't understand why he came here.

Hogwarts is a wizarding school in England. This castle is protected by many spells. Filch quickly forgot about Hagrid the Forester. He walked around to another corridor on the eighth floor. At the end of this road were two A teardrop-shaped monster statue.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore was not there, there was a lot of parchment piled on the table, and the circle-in-circle font was automatically and smoothly written from the tip of the quill pen to the admission notices.

The wooden box containing the Resurrection Stone ring was still on the table, completely unmoved.It is unremarkable in front of a bunch of weird items.

Hogwarts was not in session, and of course few people entered the headmaster's office.

Fay is interested in the castle itself, but what can a ring in a box tell?

——I can only listen to the portraits of previous principals hanging on the wall and chat.

These once great and influential wizards now only exist on canvas, unlike those panicked wizards, even if they become portraits after death, few people think that Voldemort and Death Eaters can destroy or rule the British wizarding world, some old principals Chattering about Goblin Rebellion, Muggle Wars.The memories of previous headmasters of Hogwarts can almost make up a complete history of magic.

Compared with Arda's complicated and miraculous history, this place seems much more normal. There are no gods, and no race against the sky. And the boy who lived, Harry Potter, is about to enter the sixth grade, and many things have changed. Even if there is no memory of "Fey" in the ending between the Savior and the Dark Lord, Melkor can be sure that Voldemort will not succeed based on the experience of N times of failure.

——Unfortunately, no matter how you hide important things, they will definitely be found in the end.

The Daily Prophet still lay open on the table.

"The Balrog..." Fay didn't understand why the Balrog appeared. Could it be that in the field of Iluvita's ability, all the exiled gods would be stuffed into other worlds?This is impossible... The Balrog is powerful enough to destroy the entire Ministry of Magic, how could he stay in a fireplace?

From a Moria demon deep in the magma to a hearth monster, the difference is a bit big.

wrong!How the hell does a fireplace get stuffed into a Balrog?He's almost like a stone giant!Could it be that it has shrunk... no, it has shrunk?

Since the Balrog can appear, maybe Sauron will also—

Thinking of this, Fay immediately felt a headache.

"I have a bad feeling." He said to himself.

He didn't notice that on the high shelf against the wall behind the desk, a dirty pointed hat twisted and snapped back into place.

Fay desperately wanted to get rid of the ring, but the dark forces in this world were so limited that they couldn't condense into one body at all.Evil and darkness only resonate with each other. These two hardly exist at Hogwarts. It took a long time, and it only attracted Filch, the Squib administrator who has a shadow in his heart because he can't use magic.

What is the use of this?Even if he hadn't been awakened by the thunder, Filch didn't know the password of the principal's office, so he probably could only be knocked unconscious on the gatekeeper.

"This is your plan?" Soul Piece wanted to escape from here, but he was happy to see the unlucky person in the ring, that strange and strange power, Soul Piece felt it.Reminiscent of Fay's abnormal grammar, he guessed that this was a "dark wizard outside the UK".

Of course there is no need for two Dark Lords in this world, but they can still be used when necessary.

"Kill Dumbledore!" Soul Pieces emphasized. "No one can destroy the ring but him!"

"..." And the savior.

Fay decided not to remind Soul Piece. As a demon king, he would feel bad when he heard the name of the person who would kill him in the prophecy.Especially Voldemort's first failure was to kill the savior who was still a baby.

Thinking about it this way, it is not so sad to be an enemy of the whole world. At least Melkor was defeated by the gods twice, and this time he was forcibly summoned by his subordinates to bind him as a villain.

The great Dark Lord couldn't kill a baby, he died instead, this is so sad...

"What you can't do, let me do it?" No matter how bored Fay was, no matter how much he wanted to know why the Balrog appeared here, he would not be fooled by the soul piece to solve Voldemort's greatest enemy.

The kind of situation where killing an important person of a certain party, the bloody enmity of the N generation can't be counted, Melkor has already experienced enough.

"Tell me, what's in this box?" Fay was startled by the sudden voice. He looked up to find that there was a dirty box hanging on the shelf above his head. There is a crack in the brim of the sloppy pointed wizard hat, and the bulging body of the hat is squeezed accordingly, prolonging the tone and making a dull voice: "There are magic spells on the lid pattern, it looks good." The hat looks like a mold. He tilted his body decently and looked at him.

Next to it is a portrait lounging in an armchair on a canvas, "the work of a 15th-century French alchemist, and I'll bet it was a Christmas present from Nicolas."

Other portraits also joined the discussion, and a witch with silver-white curly hair said, "I saw that this box was taken out of the interspatial bag that Albus carried with him, and it contained his most important things."

"..." Plush socks?candy?

There must be something wrong, Fay thought silently.

At this time, a green flame burst out of the fireplace, and Dumbledore walked out of the fireplace with a disheveled wizard.The wizard took a quick look around the room as soon as he stepped on the carpet.The hat has been drooped on the wooden stand, motionless, the portraits on the wall are all pretending to be asleep in their respective frames, there is only the sound of silverware ticking, the red phoenix is ​​gone, and there is only an empty sycamore stand left.

"I haven't been here for a long time, the principal at that time..." The visitor stopped and began to search among the portraits hanging on the wall.

Two steaming cups of honey lemonade appeared on the table.

"The weather is terrible tonight."

All the letters on the table lined up automatically and fell into the drawer.

The visitor to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts certainly didn't come to drink tea and chat. The wizard slammed his cane to the ground and looked at Dumbledore with sharp eyes: "Going out to Godric's Hollow in such bad weather? Magic The owls of the Ministry sent at least eight letters, but did not receive any reply, Dumbledore, many people only believe in you. Voldemort is resurrected and killed non-pure blood wizards, we need to do something!"

Could this be a secret meeting between the Ministry of Magic and the White Wizard?

Fay subconsciously glanced at the black stone on the ring.

"I will replace Fudge as the new Minister of Magic next week. We want to keep the majority safe and stop the Death Eaters."

Dumbledore finally said the first words after entering the door: "Minister of Magic? This is obviously something to be happy about, Scrimgeour."

The other party was irritated by the white wizard's perfunctory attitude:

"Dumbledore, I just want to talk to Harry. After all, the 'Mysterious Man' matter is also related to him."

"Harry's just a kid."

The incoming Minister of Magic put his hands on the table, his gray hair and beard stretched out like an angry lion: "But the mysterious man will not let him go!"

"What you need is a savior, not Harry." Dumbledore's tone was steady, unaffected by the other party.

"I don't need Harry to do anything, I just let him understand his responsibilities, he can't stay at Hogwarts forever!" Scrimgeour stared at the old white wizard for a long time, and said annoyedly, "Now only Need you or Harry to say a few words in the Daily Prophet, those timid people will not panic and owl the Ministry of Magic all day long, what they really want to overcome is fear, not You-Know-Who."

"It's not a wise choice to pin your hopes on one person!" Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour through the half-moon glasses. "Fear comes from within, and they need to overcome themselves. Harry can't help them defeat Voldemort..."

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and did not stop Dumbledore from saying the name: "I can guarantee Harry's safety."

At this time, there was a knocking sound outside the window, as if something heavy had hit the window frame.

The spell made the window open automatically, and a wet owl flew crookedly in, delivering a message in such a storm, so exhausted that it collapsed on the carpet as soon as it entered.

Fay could just watch Dumbledore open the letter, which was delivered with such difficulty, and there was only one line on it: A strange black cat appeared in Privet Drive, it was an Animagus——

Of course, the person who wrote this letter was not Harry, but his neighbor, an old woman who loved cats, who was also arranged by Dumbledore on Privet Drive.She said it wasn't a normal cat, so it sure wasn't!