[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

After stepping out of the portal, there was a faint damp smell.

That night.

Xia Chuan looked at the environment he was in with the dim light coming in from nowhere.

Tall bookshelves, some mixed energy atmosphere, and scattered books that are not so neatly arranged - thick and thin, with strong historical traces engraved on the cover and pages.

Xia Chuan raised his hand, his white fingers wandered in a wooden frame, and finally chose a book that he felt most comfortable to read.

Knowing the familiar content, the elf flattened the rolled parchment, and sensitively received a friendly signal from the forest outside the building.

His movements paused slightly, and the next second he gently put the book into the grid and left the place at the same time, taking a few steps back to hide himself.

A little light——Now Xia Chuan can see the true face of the approaching light.

It was an oil lamp held in one's hand, the light was not very bright, but it was very conspicuous in the darkness.

There was a faint smell of parchment in the air, and Xia Chuan backed away calmly and slowly——the smell of the forest he brought was somewhat incompatible with this old library area.

The visitor was a middle-aged man who moved very cautiously and didn't look very benevolent in his eyes. He was holding a tabby cat in his arms.

The man checked the bookcase and carefully walked through every aisle near the book collection area, and finally passed by the hidden elf standing at the corner, and left this place.

The elf breathed a sigh of relief, and made a silent gesture to the cat squatting on the man's shoulder and looking back at him.

The cat made a purring sound, retracted its head, jumped from the man's shoulder to the ground, raised its tail and meowed at the man behind it, and ran away with light steps.

The man followed closely.

Xia Chuan heard the footsteps getting farther and farther away, and the invisibility BUFF also disappeared.

The dense whispers in the forest can also be heard across the wall made of huge stone slabs, and everything here seems familiar.

Xia Chuan was stunned for a while, and left the library area along the route the man had taken before.

Should have been here.

Standing in the corridor, Xia Chuan looked at every plant and tree under the light of the moonlight, pursed his lips, and had some doubts in his eyes.

This is a huge castle, and the atmosphere of life in the castle is very strong. Even the old library area just now has not accumulated a speck of dust.

"Hey...you are not a student here!" A male voice sounded very hearty, but it shocked Xia Chuan who was thinking.

The elf turned his head sharply, the dagger in his hand reflected a faint cold light under the moonlight.

"Don't be nervous..." The strange creature exuding soft pearly white light smiled and shook its hands, "Don't be like this, buddy."

Xia Chuan looked at him coldly, the dagger in his hand tightened.

The other party shrugged indifferently, "The thing in your hand can't hurt me, you see." The strange creature held his head in both hands, and with a little force, his head was tilted to the side, and only a piece of skin was connected to his head. and neck, making sure the head doesn't fall off.

"I'm already dead, I'm a ghost." The strange creature—it should be called Mr. Ghost now, and Mr. Ghost looked at the expressionless black-haired young man holding a weapon expectantly, expecting to hear the scream of the other party—or You can see the other person's face distorted by fright.

It's a pity that he didn't see it. The man in front of him was very calm.

"To tell the truth." Xia Chuan looked coldly at the phantom with unknown purpose, and said, "It's really a bad prank."

The ghost seemed to be hit, its head drooped and even the light on its body dimmed.

"Okay, I'm here to do business." The ghost straightened his head and cleared his throat: "Who are you? How did you enter Hogwarts? What's your purpose?"

"Hogwarts?" Xia Chuan still did not retract the dagger, thought for a while, and finally found this somewhat familiar word in his memory.

The ghost was surprised, "You don't know this is Hogwarts?"

"Now I know." Xia Chuan looked at the ghost, and turned his head to glance at the white-bearded old man who suddenly appeared.

The beard is very long, tied at the end with a bow, and she is wearing a purple background with yellow stars printed... probably a nightgown, and a soft silk nightcap on her head.

"Hello, sir." After looking at the other party and being looked at by the other party, Xia Chuan greeted him with some doubts.

The old man with the white beard smiled, and the blue eyes behind the lens completed the crescent shape.

This smile seemed to make people feel very comfortable, and the aura on the old man was also very peaceful—even if he was dressed a little weirdly.

The old man with white beard looked at Xia Chuan and was silent for a few seconds.

"Hello, young man." He bent his eyes and smiled, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, and I think I will ask you the same question as Nick."

Xia Chuan snorted and thought for a while—he was recalling, but both the recall and the task panel told him that you had completed the main task. "Celegon Gallanord." After a pause, he added: "I don't know about the other two issues."

Dumbledore showed a surprised look, he seemed to like to fully reflect his emotions on his face, so that people could see very clearly.He smiled, "I think we've met before."

Startled by these words, Xia Chuan glanced at Dumbledore's wrinkled face, but couldn't remember that he had seen such an old man before.

But after such a long time, it's normal not to remember, the other party is definitely not a very important guy to him.At least the more important ones to him - Tom Riddle and the Malfoys, he still remembered.Although a lot blurred.

"We met." Dumbledore repeated, "50 years ago, the Forbidden Forest, Mr. Elf. You still have the authority to freely enter and exit the Forbidden Book Area."

After being dazed for a long while, Xia Chuan finally remembered that there really was such a thing, but the impression was really weak.

The elves appeared and disappeared so abruptly that Dumbledore—or Hogwarts—had no information at all about the elves' purpose.

However, until the old principal passed away, the elves never appeared again.This made the original group of teachers feel relieved, forget about this matter, and then retire with peace of mind.

It's just that after such a long time, the elves who appeared at such a sensitive time made Dumbledore very distressed.

Hogwarts will start school in a few days, and this school year happens to accept a child who is very famous in the wizarding world—the savior Harry Potter.

The old man was very pleased to see his capable subordinate, who was also the child who defeated the devil that most people in the magic world expected.What made him anxious at the same time was that he received news that Voldemort was about to make a comeback.

He knew that Tom was not dead, but that he was probably in very bad health--this was confirmed by the deepening investigation.

But just a "poor physical condition" is not enough to make this old man who has been worrying about the magic world all his life feel at ease.

He needs to do something on his own to gain some sense of security, which leads to him always running around in a hurry during the summer vacation.

Being so tired is just to grab a little comfort in my heart and make myself a little more sure.

"Sorry for not being able to entertain..."

"No, it's okay." Xia Chuan interrupted Dumbledore's apology and asked, "Do you still remember a student named Tom Riddle?"

Dumbledore's expression froze for a moment. He looked at the look of the elf's serious inquiry, thought for a while, and replied: "I have a little impression, I think I should be able to find it when I go back and check the previous student information."

The elf responded without asking any further questions, recalling where he lived in London with his eyes half down.

In 50 years, it may still be a question of whether that house will exist or not.But if Tom was obedient, it would not be a big problem to live well-after all, he was such a bright kid.

If it really doesn't work, go to Malfoy's house for a while, 50 years is only enough for wizards who live twice as long as ordinary people to go from youth to middle age.

Abraxas should have grown up. According to the rules of wizard nobles, after all these years, he should have become a grandfather.

... Then Olierno must be an old man.Xia Chuan tried hard to think, but he could only admit helplessly that for the Malfoy family, he couldn't remember the other party's face at all except for the distinctive platinum-blonde hair.

Dumbledore looked at Xia Chuan, and found that the elf seemed to have no intention of moving. After thinking about it, he felt that the other party might have nowhere to go, so he asked, "Do you need to rest at Hogwarts for a night?" Same as 50 years ago Similarly, Dumbledore still has no intention of forming any knots with the elves.

Xia Chuan thought for a while, nodded to express his need, and thanked him.

Hogwarts, which has not yet started school, is very deserted, but the whole castle exudes this reassuring and gentle atmosphere.

Maybe it was related to a certain magic or a certain magic circle. This kind of spiritual suggestion was very useful to him when he didn't mind it.

After all, it is very bad to be in a state of mental tension all the time.

……

Those who arrived earlier than the students were the teachers who left school during the summer vacation. Although most of the teachers stayed in Hogwarts, there were always unexpected situations.

Take, for example, the newly hired black arts professor Quirinus Quirrell.

During breakfast, I heard Dumbledore say that he was a very good young man, and he was fully qualified to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The other professors expressed some curiosity about Xia Chuan who suddenly appeared on the breakfast table this morning, who had never seen them before. Dumbledore, who was able to explain their doubts, just smiled and said nothing, while he himself just ate in silence. Various fruit preparations.

The door of the restaurant opened, and everyone paid some attention to it.

"Oh, our new partner is here. You are welcome to teach at Hogwarts, Professor Quirrell." Dumbledore first stood up and greeted Quirrell who stood dumbfounded by the scene inside the door .

"Yes, yes, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

His voice was stuttering, with flinching and fear in his tone.

At the same time, the elf's sensitive sense of smell and senses received the strange smell and thick dark breath from Quirrell.

This is the so-called excellent?

Xia Chuan glanced at Dumbledore, and found that there seemed to be a similar surprised expression on the other party's face.

"I promise, it wasn't like this during his interview!" Little Flitwick helped the tome under his buttocks, and chewed a mouthful of his sandwich, "It's impossible for Albus to not have such eyesight!"

Xia Chuan swallowed a bite of the vegetable and fruit dessert carefully made by the house elf, and gently put down the knife and fork.

The very slight sound of collision seemed to have finally awakened Quirrell, and he seemed to be walking towards the professor's seat in a hurry, as if something was driving him behind.

Xia Chuan frowned slightly from the strong smell, but he could distinguish a trace of rancid smell leaking out under the cover of the peculiar smell.

Looking along, Xia Chuan slightly frowned at the back of his head wrapped in a thick turban, the obvious sense of staring and the malice in his gaze.

However, the system prompt that appeared in the next second made him pay attention to that line of sight again.

[Mission: Go home. 】

Trigger the main line ([-]): Horcrux experiment results confirmed.

Mission Tip: Tom Marvolo Riddle

Main line completion: 0% (0/7).

Mission completion: 70%.

Mission Reward: Hidden

Xia Chuan looked at the back of Qi Luo's head, his eyes calmed down, and he made a mouth shape to the back of his head.

And Quirrell, who was walking forward at a fast pace, trembled suddenly, his left foot tripped over his right foot and fell to the ground for a long while without getting up, until Mag kindly went up to help him.

The elf looked coldly at Quirrell, who was eating breakfast with his head down, and did not dare to look up at him. He nodded slightly to Dumbledore, got up and left the restaurant.