People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

The three people remaining in the corridor on the third floor fell into complete silence.

Sirius was not so shameless as to say, "See, Snape admitted it himself."

After a moment of silence, he hurriedly explained, "That was just James before the fifth grade. He got better after that. Later, it was Snape who took the initiative to trouble us instead of us looking for him. Lily also changed her mind because of James. That’s why I’m willing to date him.”

"As for me, I have always been an arrogant fool."

"But not James."

"He's not as bad as you think, Harry."

"In fact, he has thwarted many of my overly cruel plans to torment Snape, and even saved Snape's life."

"I'm the bad guy."

Then, he disappeared in despair in front of Harry and Ron.

Perhaps subconsciously, he also thought that his treatment of Snape was a little excessive.

But that was too much for Snape who had not yet turned to the Death Eaters and who had now changed his mind.

He didn't feel he had anything to apologize for.

But he didn't have anything to say to defend Harry.

Ron: "It seems that your father is not a bad person. He saved Snape's life!"

Harry's face finally looked better, "This is the only good news tonight. Well, I'm a little hungry, so why don't we go back to eat."

Ron nodded heavily.

And everyone in the chat group after reading this.

Beatrice looked disgusted: "Are all of you guys going to such extreme lengths to form cliques?"

"It's better to go to our school. Just stay with Hopeless."

Beatrice, who mostly engages in American-style bullying, such as "Everyone was invited to the ball except one, guess who wasn't invited," began to sympathize with Harry's anger. If she were Snape, she would probably be hopeless.

Madison: "I don't understand where Sirius got the idea that James Potter saved Snape's life."

"If James Potter doesn't save Snape, all four of them will be expelled!"

"If Snape is still here, he will give Sirius the Cruciatus Curse."

Sophie: "This Ron doesn't know how to read people's words. If I had a mouth like his, I might not live to grow up."

"It seems that the movie version is not without merit. At least this side of Ron was captured."

Zoe lay across her body, her white ankles exposed from the black robe. She made no comment. Just flipping through books. After all, she only cares about Bajir.

"How many times did Sirius mention James?" Bajir said with a chill. Too gay.

"Who cares?" Sophie yawned, "On the other hand, how did you discuss the matter I proposed before for Agatha to join the club?"

Madison waved her hand, "I don't think so? Agatha has a boyfriend. And she's not pretty enough."

"You know what we do after every club event. Is she really fit to show up? I don't want Sweetie to be taken advantage of."

Zoe nodded.

Beatrice also said in a critical tone: "I have seen the movie. She may indeed be forever, but she is not worthy of being a member of the Witch Club."

Madison continued: "Moreover, she and Tedros are now working together, and they don't want to be separated for a second."

"Even if you are worried that she will die in a hundred years. But don't forget, sweetheart has the magic stone."

Sophie: "That's fine."

Madison: "Speaking of the Philosopher's Stone, sweetheart, how many doses of that elixir have you made?"

Bagir: "10 doses have been made."

Madison patted her chest, "It might be useful if our super witch doesn't die calmly like in the original plot, or if Zoe and I are regarded as the next super witch."

Zoe nodded, "I looked at my data. If there is no Cordelia, I'm afraid I really will be the next super witch."

Madison: "And I have redeemed 3 legendary cards before. Fortunately, they are all summons. But I will not always summon. If it is exposed, then I will be in danger. I don't want to be recognized as a The next super witch. Unless it’s Cordelia, Fiona will kill anyone else. Although Fiona doesn’t have the same mind-reading spell as Nan, in case——”

Zoe: "Wait, Madison. Didn't you notice? Nan loves being around us. Because we're quiet. She can't hear us. Apparently chat groups protect our brains."

Madison: "That Down's baby face? I'm not going to focus on someone who isn't noteworthy."

"By the way, what is Snape holding in his hand?"

"He came down from a floor above the fourth floor, not necessarily the principal's office. Dumbledore asked him to get it."

"I bet that thing will be useful."

Bagir's perspective shifted to the silverware in Snape's hand.

Its structure is very strange, just like the ball of the globe replaced by a mirror.

And this mirror just passed through the long table, attracting the attention of the surrounding people and at the same time, it came into Dumbledore's hands.

The person who delivered it, Snape, immediately passed through the small door on the left and walked towards the basement.

Not a moment's pause. There was no communication with Dumbledore either.

Dumbledore turned the silver mirror under the expectant eyes of everyone, but nothing happened.

He smiled thoughtfully and continued to eat the chocolate and mint candies on the plate. He looked very happy and hummed an unknown ditty.

In the club space, Sophie mocked: "You guessed it wrong, third-rate star. That's just an ordinary mirror."

——

Late at night, 10:30 pm.

He returned to the dormitory early to rest and separated his consciousness from the community space.

Not only because Madison said her mouth was dry, Beatrice was sore all over, and Sophie and Zoe quit early.

Or because Dumbledore had been playing with the mirror since he returned to the principal's office. At the same time, another silver mirror was placed aside, the silver mirror that could communicate with Nick Flamel.

And now, the voice came from the silver mirror.

"Albus, I'm planning our burial ceremony with Perenelle, you'd better have a good reason to bother me."

Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "You have a full century to plan it."

"You still have an impression of the mirror in my hand."

Nick Flamel hesitated for a moment, "This is your work when you were 78 years old and still in your youth? I remembered it! You were once very curious about non-beings like dementors and boggarts. They feed on emotions and transcend Life and death cannot be truly eliminated.”

"And truly brilliant spells also rely on emotion, whether positive or negative."

"So you get an idea. Invent a tool to observe, to observe the emotion itself."

Dumbledore nodded, "I used it today."

"The young wizard who is suspected to have the blood of King Arthur suddenly has a sharp sword engraved with the name of Excalibur (Broken Steel) in his hand."

"He was so handsome that I lost my composure today, but he didn't cause any commotion among the students."

"I'm not bragging. My self-control ability is rare, and my aesthetics are not out of date."

Nick Flamel's disgusted voice came from the silver mirror, "So you thought of using this prop? Can you correct it? Your voyeurism is too strong. You don't really like him, do you?"

"The last person you monitored was Scamander, who I remember was very popular with beasts."

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses, "Surveillance? This word is too much. I am concerned about the students."

"The power that controls people's hearts, whether it is good or evil, is worthy of my warning."

Nick Flamel snorted slightly, indicating that he disagreed with Dumbledore. But he still asked curiously: "So, what is your conclusion after observation?"

Dumbledore stood up and began to circle around excitedly, "That sword is a sun! The sun where all the beautiful visions are condensed."

"We can finally conclude! The legend of King Arthur is true!"

"There really was such a legendary king in this land!"

"The descendants of his blood are in my school!"

"He is hope! Hope to make this country great again!"

Nico Flamel: "Are you going to play the role of Merlin? And don't forget, the Ministry of Magic doesn't need a king."

Dumbledore paused, "I'll give them what they need."

Nico Flamel was a little confused, "Why do you trust him so much? You have never trusted a person so much."

Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with memories, "If you had seen the sword over there, you would understand. The owner it identifies must represent the wishes of all good people, not himself."

That night. Bagir's sleep quality was poor.

In his sleep, there was always an old man with a white beard who called himself Merlin and had a Dumbledore face approaching him.

So, the next morning.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

Bagir suddenly woke up from his sleep after being frightened.

Just when he thought this was a dream, he saw Dumbledore walking into the Gryffindor common room and heading towards the dormitory through the full view of the picture.

Harry, who was awakened by Bajir's scream, raised his head in concern, "Bajir, what's wrong with you? Why don't you come over?"

Bargeer shrugged, "I had a nightmare. Dumbledore walked into our dormitory and invited me to attend his private lessons during the summer vacation."

"Okay, it seems you have awakened your third eye." At the same time, Dumbledore stepped into the door of the dormitory and said in surprise.

"Dumbledore!" Harry said excitedly, as if he suddenly thought of something, "Can I come with you? Take your private lessons! I don't want to go back to my aunt and uncle's house! See Dudley's big face again!"

He originally wanted to go to Sirius's house, but after last night, he gave up the idea.

Dumbledore put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Of course. But-"

"But what?" Harry seemed to be jumping up to the ceiling.

Dumbledore said gently: "Ten days. You must stay at the Dursley's for ten days. Your mother's charm to protect you is still flowing in your blood, maintained by blood relatives on your mother's side. So, every year You have to go back and live there for a while during the summer vacation.”

After discovering that there was a third party who opposed Voldemort and took away the Sorcerer's Stone, he felt that Harry's training could no longer just focus on tempering Harry's character and character as originally planned.

Bajir also needs a younger 'Merlin' to assist him. Due to the inertia of gay thinking, he didn't think of Hermione, but Harry.

"My mother?" Harry stroked the exposed blue veins on the back of his hand, "Mom."

He suddenly felt that going to the Dursleys to be tortured was not a bad thing.

Even at this moment, he had the urge to take back his words about attending Dumbledore's private lessons.

Dumbledore shifted his gaze, his eyes burning, looking directly into Basil's blue eyes, "What about you? Are you willing?"

Basil was speechless.

He suddenly wanted to say, family, who understands.

But it happened that he didn't want to leave Hogwarts. He wanted to stay here openly.

After all, today is the time for everyone to take the train home.

Last Thursday, their first-year grades were also announced.

The notice warning that magic was not allowed to be used outside the school was also sent to them for signature, and the trace took effect. Of course, except for Basil, he was already an adult.

Last night, the house elves emptied their wardrobes and packed them in the suitcase.

All the pets returned to their owners, including Rifle, who had been hiding in the girls' bathroom from Neville for almost two weeks.

Apparently, today was the day they were leaving the castle.

So, Basil said, "Can I stay at Hogwarts? I mean the classes are in the school."

"You know, I'm an orphan now. The elders in my family don't have the habit of leaving magic paintings."

"Besides, the basilisk skin you promised me has too much left after Professor Snape's treatment. I need your help to deal with it and get a fair price. The largest underground trading market in the British wizarding world is in the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade."

"Taking all factors into consideration, it's just right for us to stay in Hogwarts."

Dumbledore fell into deep thought. But he was not thinking about Basil and the others staying in school.

Instead, he was thinking about how to get Mungdons to give Basil a fair price.

Mungdons was actually his brother Aberforth's subordinate, before Mundungus Fletcher was banned from entering the Hog's Head Inn for life.

Afterwards, Mungdons served as a free character in the Order of the Phoenix, doing some intelligence and brokering work.

He was trustworthy and would not betray his partners, but this only referred to their lives. As for his partners' money, he was still willing to find ways to steal and cheat.

After repeated consideration, Dumbledore decided to pay for Basil's basilisk skin himself.

Of course, he said on the surface: "Okay, I will help you deal with the basilisk skin. You can also stay in school. But as for you, Harry, as I said just now, you go home normally, and I will pick you up at the Dursleys' house at 8 o'clock next Thursday night."

"Ubbe!" Harry raised his hands.

"Ouch~" Ron covered his eyes. His bed was next to Harry. He was dazedly looking up to see what was going on, but his left eye hit Harry's right hand.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Dumbledore!"