[HP]Aluet

The rest of the holiday, besides finishing homework, is to practice spells and your own ability to control the soul-I don't think it should be called the Imperius Curse, although there seems to be no difference, but I don't want to use the Unforgivable Curse to give it to me. It's named, after all, this is my own ability, no wand required, no spell required.Similarly, I think I would never use this ability to make others do things that are harmful to them.

When walking on the road, I often briefly control the behavior of some animals around me, and gradually become more proficient, but I have not tried it on humans for the second time.

However, I'm still not sure how to sneak into Azkaban and communicate with Heinrich.I once thought about using the ability on the person who recorded the information of the visitors, but he is not the only one there, and it is absolutely impossible for me to control so many people at the same time.If you go directly to Azkaban, there are so many guards watching...

Maybe it's because I don't have much experience and I can't think of a way. In short, I still can't understand why Grindelwald pinned his hopes on me, a 16-year-old kid who started sixth grade, just because of my Alouette status?He probably still overestimated me.

If it doesn't work, why don't you just give up, anyway, according to what he meant, it's not that he really can't come to England, it's probably just that he doesn't want to come for some reason.I don't believe that with his ability, there will be no way to rescue Heinrich in England.

After a while, I went to Mr. Kande's house again, but I knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered.

A week before school started, I went again, but no one responded.Maybe he was out on errands and didn't tell me in advance.Forget it, send him a letter after school starts.

I went to Diagon Alley to buy my sixth grade back-to-school supplies.King's Cross Station was still as noisy as ever, but the weather was fine and cloudless.

After arriving at the school, besides a group of new faces, I unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance whom I hadn't seen for two years.

"Minerva?" I looked at her in surprise, "Oh—it should be Professor McGonagall."

She smiled: "I applied for Hogwarts teacher qualifications, and Professor Dumbledore approved me to go to the Transfiguration department."

"What have you been doing these two years?" I asked.

"I work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." She shook her head. "But I don't like it... so I decided to come back here. I have been in London for two years, and there is not a day that I miss living here."

"Nice to see you again," I said sincerely.

"Me too."

……

The life of the sixth grade lasted peacefully for less than a week.

"Aisley, come with me." This is the last class of the day, Dumbledore packed up his books, and stopped me before I got up to leave with my classmates.

I followed him to his office full of doubts, thinking about my vacation homework all the way-it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and I have been very serious in class recently.

Probably something else, like Professor Slughorn called me over on the first day of school and asked me if I would be interested in joining some of his slug clubs...

When I was guessing wildly, Dumbledore had already opened the door of the office, and I found three middle-aged people I had never seen standing inside, they seemed to be discussing something before opening the door, and now they are all quiet Quietly looked at me.

"Ashley Field, is that so?" said the woman wearing glasses.Her voice was as unemotional as an interrogator's.I subconsciously glanced at Dumbledore who was frowning beside me.

"You need to come with us, we will do some necessary procedures, and you need to confirm and sign. Follow me." She finished speaking mechanically, and then waved slightly to the other two people Waving his hand, he walked out the door first, his robe tail was windy, as if he didn't want to waste any time.

I stood there blankly, and in an instant, all my emotions left me, only my heart fell into the dark depths, with a heavy sound.The clock chimed the hour at an inopportune time, and the low hum made my guts rip.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

My answer was a faint sigh.

"Come on," Dumbledore said softly.The hands on the shoulders pushed me forward with comforting strength.

What's the meaning?I opened my mouth, my throat was blocked by a ball of cotton, and I couldn't make a sound. The extremely strong depression turned into an ominous cloud of smoke in my heart.I turned to Dumbledore, hoping he would tell me the answer, but he kept staring straight ahead.

"Portkey."

Before I could react, a special force hooked forward from behind my navel, and I flew forward like a gust of wind, my eyes were dark and I couldn't see anything.

I was suspended in the air, and there was no place to stand around. The world was spinning, and Dumbledore's hand on my shoulder pressed firmly, and my feet landed on the ground, and I almost lost my foothold.

Those three people were still walking leisurely in front, I followed them into a gate, the golden light inside made me unable to keep my eyes open, and I could not observe everything around normally until I stepped up the spiral staircase.The ladder carried us up slowly, and finally stopped. The iron door opened automatically, and there was a bright and long corridor in front of us.

They took me to an unusually spacious space, and communicated with other personnel here in a low voice.

"...Now the identity of the deceased has been confirmed...the inspection done last week...just ask her to identify the photo and sign it..."

I suddenly looked up at Dumbledore next to me, a fine layer of sweat suddenly appeared on my palm.

I seem to have a premonition of what will happen next.

"Let's make sure, do you recognize the person in the photo?" The woman pulled out a photo from the folder and waved it in front of me.

I froze there as if under a petrification spell.

"Huh? Talk."

Slightly curly blond hair... light blue eyes, looks like 50 years old.

"...I know." I nodded with difficulty.

"There are some things here that need to be confirmed and signed by relatives." She took out a thin stack of parchment from the side.

Two drops of water slid down my face and dripped on the toe of my shoe. I lowered my head and stared at the two spots of water-soaked dark color. When my eyes moved to the stack of papers again, I subconsciously Take a step back.

I know I shouldn't be wasting their time.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a relative of Mr. Kande, can I also sign?" My tone was unusually calm, but I suddenly felt a weak exhaustion.

The woman frowned, a look of puzzlement flashed in her eyes, and she turned to Dumbledore.

It is not normal to be quiet for more than two seconds, as if everyone is waiting for a sound to break the silence so that their work can continue.

"Aisley,"

I looked blankly at Dumbledore - the only one who spoke at the moment.

"He's your father. He's Andrew, Andrew Field."