[HP]Aluet

"Who are you seeing? Who's coming? I'm still preoccupied with today's matter—the overall grades in the third grade's Transfiguration class were not satisfactory. This time, only Malfoy and Green passed the quiz. The end of the term is a bit more difficult—”

Minerva and Dumbledore walked in side by side, her pace seemed a little anxious, these words could not fully express her emotions, she even used some body language to express how bad her mood was, but all of this It all came to a sudden stop after entering the door, her eyes froze when they landed on me, her arms were still raised in mid-air, and she stared at me for a few seconds in a sculptural posture.

"...Oh, Merlin." Her facial muscles twitched, as if she was smiling, but it didn't look like it. Her big eyes didn't blink at the moment, and the area on her face appeared to be larger. up.She even plucked her square eyes down to observe my face carefully, and then the rigid facial expression suddenly eased, and she forced a smile, and I actually saw some tears in her eyes.She glanced in Dumbledore's direction, then walked over quickly, and held out her hand to me, "Hello—"

Minerva, who has never been easy to express emotional fluctuations, was a little excited at this time, but she still shook hands with me politely, opened her mouth, and it took a long time before she came out with a trembling voice: "Excuse me— —You look so much like an old friend of mine that I almost thought she was back, which is amazing—Don’t you think so, Albus?” She glanced at Dumbledore again, “If she At this age, it will look like this—”

I laughed, the tip of my nose became sour, and tears began to roll around my eyes.

"I'm Ashley," I said.

"Oh," Minerva was stunned, and wanted to confirm something with Dumbledore in disbelief, but Dumbledore just nodded silently, "Merlin." She repeated to herself twice before she realized Like, "This is unbelievable."

She looked me up and down like this for a long time, and the watery light soaked her eyes, which made her usually serious face look a lot more relaxed: "I can't believe I will hear such good news—Ai Sally, so you're fine." She pinched my arm, nodded repeatedly, and suddenly remembered something, then hurried out, saying as she exited, "Oh, I'll let you know about the students' affairs." I still have to solve it, I almost forgot—you talk first, I’ll come back later, it won’t be too late.” She hurriedly closed the door, and in less than two seconds, the door was opened again with a gap, and Minerva leaned forward Come in.

"This news more than makes up for my tired day. It's a wonderful job, Albus."

She closed the door again.

Dumbledore and I looked at each other and smiled, the joy of meeting again overwhelmed the negative emotions in our hearts.

After waiting for more than 20 minutes, Minerva rushed back, and we walked together in the corridor, went downstairs and out of the castle, and went to the Forbidden Forest while chatting.Hagrid's hut was still standing there, just as it had always been.

"You have to tell us a good story about what happened in these years—oh, don't just go in like this," Minerva quickened her pace, passed from beside me to in front of me, and then reached out her hand ahead of time to knock on Hagrid's room. door, turned his head and explained, "You might scare him into fainting."

"Very likely, Ashley." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and gave me a wink over his glasses.

"It's true..." I spread my hands helplessly, but there was a happy smile on my face. I haven't been this happy for a long time. I can't wait to see how Hagrid will react when he sees me.

"Rubus Hagrid!" She knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response.The long wait even made me a little nervous. She went around the wooden door, walked to the window, and knocked on the window for almost a minute before the door creaked open.

"Here, here, what's the matter, Meg? I didn't take a nap today, and I'm very sleepy." Hagrid rubbed his eyes, and now he was completely different from when he was studying—except for his tall body.His black hair was long and thick, curled together with his beard, making his entire face furry, except for a pair of eyes and a round nose.

"A surprise—a shock, perhaps, but you'll be glad, Hagrid, to see who's coming."

He looked over sleepily, but tried to open his eyes wide, and then shook my hand very naturally under my unexpected gaze.

"Come in and sit." He swayed and opened the door wide, and Minerva, Dumbledore, and I all followed in, sitting on the small wooden stool.

The three of us looked at each other, waiting in silence for Hagrid to boil the water and bring over a plate of sliced ​​bread.

"Are you finished? I had a dream just now, and I was riding a broom in the sky—I've never been so good at flying, and the broom broke when I flew to Gryffindor Tower. Fell into the kitchen, ouch." He rubbed his waist and stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth, "I've slept since noon, and I'm so hungry that I'm dizzy, I have to go out to eat something later..."

I chewed the bread and waited for him to finish.

"Well, you came here suddenly, are you looking for me for something?" He asked.

I didn't know how to speak for a moment——Hagrid seemed to know that I was alive and well, and was not surprised by my arrival at all, but when I looked at Minerva and Dumbledore suspiciously, I found that they also had a look on their faces. At a loss.

"Hagrid?" I tentatively called him, "You knew I was coming?"

"Of course not, Ashley, you didn't tell me about this in advance." He shook his head, blinked his eyes, and paused for a while, as if he suddenly realized something, "Oops."

His eyes widened, and there was no sleepiness remaining in them.

"I thought I was in a dream." He stood up and looked at the pumpkin patch outside the window, as if he was trying to identify something, then he turned around and stared at me with a shocked expression, his beard trembling, "Aisley ?”

I tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"God, you haven't even changed much, I haven't seen you in 20 years, have you?"

"I said he would be frightened." Dumbledore whispered something, smiled and took a sip of the hot water in the cup, maybe he was scalded, so he quickly put it back.

I talked to them roughly about the things I have experienced in these years-naturally, there are trade-offs in these things.I didn't describe the special relationship between me and Riddle, I just talked too much about it, so after I finished talking, our discussion goal also focused on the serious topic of Riddle's desire to start a war.

"He has another name, maybe you've heard of it," I said, "I don't know if you associate him with Riddle—Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Minerva raised her eyebrows sharply. "I did hear about him, Albus. I mentioned this man to you earlier, do you remember?"

"That's right." Dumbledore said, "I have thought about it, but there is no conclusive evidence to confirm my conjecture. From this point of view, his preparations are complete, and he has even penetrated into Hogg Watts' plan."

"So, you heard about it from the students?" I clicked my tongue secretly.

"A large part," Minerva responded, "not much to learn, just some very dangerous ideas and things about dark magic - we have reorganized the library for this reason, moved The number of books in the restricted area has suddenly increased a lot.”

"He is very smart. He starts with the students who are the easiest to be guided ideologically, and this group of students will become mainstream figures in the wizarding world in the future——by the time this kind of news reaches the ears of the professor, it is too late to stop the spread. We can fill in as many holes as possible.”

"Yeah, it's too late." I frowned.Now the war is on the verge of breaking out. Starting from Spain, the war caused by the giants has already begun. I believe it will soon spread to Europe, and Britain will no longer be a safe place. After all, Tom Riddle is not Gellert Grindelwald.I don't know why Grindelwald didn't set foot in England at the time, but I know that Riddle will definitely focus on England, especially Dumbledore, the wizarding giant who sits at Hogwarts.

"Maybe we can only guide them and bring them back. There is no other way but to break what he has instilled with new ideas." I said, "I believe that most children do not fully understand the so-called Voldemort's real purpose is that he probably took advantage of their admiration for the strong, and the ambition and desire of those young people who are full of blood. If they can understand his methods and everything he has done, they will not be willing. For his use. As for...the Slytherins who are seriously influenced by the concept of pure blood supremacy, I think it is the group that needs the most attention..." I pursed my lips, "So, in these few sessions, there are some who have stronger talents or... …the eccentric student?”

"That group of brats are very active, there's nothing weird about it." Hagrid snorted twice.

"For Slytherin... There is Lucius Malfoy in the third grade. He is a kid with excellent overall qualities. Many professors like him," Minerva said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Me? Not bad." She blinked. "Maybe he's being too flamboyant, isn't he, Albus?"

I smiled.It's exactly the same as his father.

"Nacissa Black is a very well-behaved child. She is very serious on weekdays and has good grades."

Hearing this familiar surname, I involuntarily raised my spirits a little.

"Oh yes, the three of their sisters are all good, and they are all ranked in the front in the third grade, fourth grade and sixth grade."

"If you want to say that he has a weird personality, I'm a little worried about Rodolphs. He has a withdrawn personality and has few friends. Since he was caught abusing Vodaya's cat in the first grade, he has not committed any crimes until now." Deng said. Bredo made a point.

"Rodolphus?"

"Rodolphus Lestrange."

I suddenly said: "I'm afraid you are right to worry, Professor."

"You don't need to call me Professor anymore, Ashley." Dumbledore smiled, intending to change my address to him.

"Well—" I thought for a moment, "well, Dumbledore," I suppressed the awkwardness, "I'm afraid you're right to worry, Voldemort's followers—that is, the Death Eaters, have Some people will definitely follow him because of the family relationship, of course, Rodolphus does sound a little problematic." I recalled the names of the Death Eaters around Riddle, and listed them one by one, "Malfoy, Lestrange, Avery, Nott, Crabbe...all I can think of, I'm afraid they will all become members of the Death Eaters in the future."

It was dark by the time we left Hagrid's hut.

Dumbledore arranged for me a residence closer to Hogwarts, so that I can always go to Hogwarts in my free time.As for my identity, although he has some status in the Ministry of Magic, he can't help me recover casually, so my actions will still be subject to certain restrictions.

I still don't want to show my face in front of the students, especially if there are some familiar descendants of Death Eaters in the school-even though they haven't met me.So when I am alone in Hogwarts, I always stay in every corner in the form of a bird.

I went to find Myrtle - no one knew how excited she was, and her screams filled half the corridor, as if she was afraid that no one would know that there was an extra person at Hogwarts.

I like to stay on the beech more often, watching the students coming and going, recalling the time when I was studying in school, and sighing a little.

"Oh, it's you again." The black-haired girl with braids calmly raised her hand and tapped the feathers on my head, "I've seen you several times."

I land on the pages of her book.

She's a Slytherin student, but it's rare to see her, she doesn't fit into those small groups very often, she occasionally walks with two other girls, but more often, she still sits here alone .

interesting.I thought of myself back then.

She read the book for a while, raised her head and looked around, her eyes fell into the distance, I didn't know where, I looked at that position, there were only a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

"Andromeda, come here!"

I turned my head and saw a girl with curly black hair waving at her from the other direction—it might be her older sister or sister, because they look alike.

She rolled her eyes, stood up and greeted her.

……

I always hear some news about the Ministry of Magic from Dumbledore. The war is starting at a slow pace, starting from Spain, but all of this is still dominated by magical creatures. Riddle and his black The wizard and Death Eater forces remained patient and did not cause any trouble.I guess they must have had a tough fight with the Giants in Madrid, and the Death Eaters still suffered heavy losses, otherwise they wouldn't have suddenly disappeared for so long after being forced to make a noise.

For several months, there was no news from Riddle, and it was strangely quiet for a long time.Instead, I became more and more anxious, probably because of psychological effects, and I always felt that there was a nerve throbbing somewhere from time to time.

The heat from the wall of the cup spread from my fingertips to my whole body, and I suddenly felt as if I had been scalded. When my fingers hurt, the water cup almost fell out of my hand.

"Hiss—" I put the cup down and shook my hands, "It's so hot." I kneaded my fingertips a few times, and my whole arm felt a little numb.

My anxiety symptoms are getting worse by the day.I even started having incessant nightmares - all kinds of nightmares.

"Ah!" I could still vaguely feel the cold touch of being strangled in my throat in the dream, and I sat up suddenly.

The moon outside the window hung high in the sky, and it was still night.I touched my neck with lingering fear, and lay down again.My eyelids kept fighting and I fell asleep again.

This time, I dreamed of a fire. I was trapped in it. I couldn't move my hands and feet. I could only let the flame spread from my ankles to my clothes and eat me all the way until my eyes were filled with flames. The pain made me struggle desperately, and at the last moment when I opened my eyes, I seemed to see a pair of scarlet eyes that had no warmth like a beast. The intense terror made my blood almost freeze, even if I gradually woke up, Unable to move, he lay trembling and limp on the bed, staring at the ceiling, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

The next day, I went to Dumbledore with dark circles under my eyes.

This has been going on for weeks now, I just can't take it anymore, and if I can't find a solution, I'm going to go crazy.

However, even if I drink sedatives and sleep aids, nightmares will still come to me every night.

I sat on the edge of the bed, the chill penetrated into my bone marrow, I couldn't help shivering, wrapped the quilt tightly, forced myself to open my eyes wide, and didn't dare to relax for a moment.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore." I collapsed and cried on the table, and Dumbledore patted my shoulder lightly. The strange thing is that even he didn't see anything wrong with me.

"It's really not possible, you should find someone to accompany you to look at it all night, and ask Minerva."

Minerva took my hand reassuringly and left the office, and before we left, Dumbledore was still sitting there, frowning and thinking.

Having someone in a space with me always gives me some peace of mind.However, the first half of the night was fine, I thought I could finally sleep peacefully, but in the second half of the night, the nightmare came again, I was awakened, and even Minerva woke up.

"What's the matter, are you having nightmares again?" she asked me.

My voice was so hoarse that I couldn't speak, I nodded and shook my head, and finally put on my shoes, put on a coat and walked out the door.

I lay on the railing, looking up at the silvery white moon, the evening wind was blowing on my face and hair, the coolness penetrated my body, I almost lost consciousness, but it made me feel better.

Minerva also followed and stood beside me, looking worriedly at my thin figure.

"You should wear more," she said.

I shook my head.

"Strange, Minerva," I murmured to myself, gazing at the moon. "I never thought that one day I would feel more comfortable standing under the cold moonlight than lying in a warm room."

Those repressed things in the bottom of my heart are attracted by the fear brought about by nightmares, and every other negative emotion that is just around the corner is drawn out.

How sad, I thought.

The familiar atmosphere that always lingers on me is now only in my memory, and I start to miss every night when I was trapped in his arms and fell asleep peacefully. This emotion swallowed me violently, and I gave up Throw in defeat, there is no way to resist, it will destroy me without breaking a sweat.

"Stop talking nonsense, Ashley, go back to the house."

"I'm not talking nonsense." My eyes were so dry, I stood stiffly in the wind, my lips were trembling.

... The quiet and cool moonlight is more likely to arouse people's thoughts and make people calm down.

And the calmer you are, the more aware you are of your deepest emotions.

It will penetrate your eyes and skin, and penetrate into the brain, blood, and internal organs bit by bit.

It's like... slow poison.

I smiled wryly.

"Leave me alone, Minerva, and go to bed."

"What about you? You can't stay out all the time."

I turned my head away, dazed for a few seconds.

I took a few steps closer to Minerva and hugged her tightly, and she also stroked my back.

I closed my eyes for a while, as a rest.

"I won't sleep, Minerva, I can't sleep."