People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 184: Old Friends of Nurmengard

I just hope these people don’t blow Hogwarts apart in the future.

Harry had wanted to go with Aphrodite, but when he saw Snape's gloomy eyes and expression, he chose to stay in the Great Hall.

Next to the gold plate was an open letter that Hedwig had brought to Harry when he got up that morning.

It was a letter from Sirius.

Two days ago, the Ministry of Magic cleared Sirius of suspicion and returned the wand and property that had been seized.

Sirius said in the letter that he hoped to pick him up at the train station and that Harry could stay at his home for a while.

"You haven't made up your mind yet?" Hermione swallowed the last piece of sandwich and glanced at Harry who was still poking at the plate.

"Are you worried that your uncle will not agree?"

"How could that be? They wish I wouldn't go back." Harry's lips curled up slightly, the self-mockery and indifference in his eyes made people feel sad.

The sun outside the window was blocked by clouds at some point, with only a few rays of light shining through.

Aphrodite stopped before the oak door and stood there like an Athenian Doric column.

She really couldn't figure out what Dumbledore was planning.

The "accidents" in the third grade seem to have been resolved, and everything is moving in a good direction.

Afro thought all the way but couldn't figure out the real purpose of the "cunning" Dumbledore.

"Maybe I should add a little magic to the door so it opens and closes automatically."

Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from behind the oak door. He seemed to have known that Avro was already outside the door, but had not come in yet.

Afro opened the door and walked in calmly. No matter what happened, she believed in the greatest white magic wizard in the magic world.

"Where's the doorbell? It might be better." She walked straight to the largest long table in the room.

Dumbledore, wearing a dark blue robe, was sitting behind the table. His long silver beard could not hide the smile on his face.

Under the candlelight, the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses flickered, as if they could see through people.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed his glasses, thinking seriously about Avro's suggestion, then nodded, "It's a good idea."

There are many magical gadgets in Dumbledore's office, which make various small sounds, which are particularly clear in the room where no one is talking.

"headmaster?"

Afro had been sitting there for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the white-bearded old man sitting in front of her with his hands crossed kept his head down. His lightly closed eyelids made her wonder if Dumbledore had fallen asleep.

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I've been thinking about this for a long time..."

Afro raised an eyebrow and looked at him, waiting for the second half of his sentence.

"Everything was peaceful at Hogwarts until—"

"Until Harry starts school."

Aphrodite responded quickly by saying the second half of the sentence. Dumbledore smiled at her, his eyes full of admiration.

"Yes, you know why." Dumbledore stood up and walked to Fawkes who was perched on a tree branch, and stroked his fiery red feathers twice with the back of his hand.

"It's because of Voldemort." Afro looked straight at his back.

He is tall and thin, with a very prominent wizard temperament.

"I have always suspected that Tom is still alive, he was just seriously injured, so he didn't come out."

I have to say that Dumbledore is the smartest person here.

It’s a pity that no matter how smart a person is, when facing a strong enemy, he can only exchange one for one.

Afro did not respond to his words, but she thought of Dumbledore's ending in her mind. Her hands hidden under her school robes slowly clenched into fists.

"But I can't figure out what he wants."

Dumbledore didn't care whether she responded or not. He could vaguely feel that the little girl in front of him was not ordinary.

She is always there whenever an accident happens, and it seems that because of her presence, every accident develops in a strange direction.

Dumbledore turned and walked to a bookshelf. The dark brown bookshelf was very tall, and the top shelf reached the ceiling.

On its side is an arched decoration covered with black cloth, which looks familiar.

"Isn't there a magical world consisting of only pure-blood wizards?"

Avro, who had a God's perspective, certainly knew that Voldemort still wanted eternal life, but she couldn't say it out loud.

"This is just one of them." Dumbledore walked around the room and returned to the starting point. "My child, he is not the only one who wanted to make a big splash in the wizarding world, but they all failed."

Hearing this, Aphrodite glanced at the covered Mirror of Erised placed in the corner.

Indeed, there was a first Dark Lord before Voldemort.

He is an old acquaintance of Dumbledore.

"Tom's goal is far from simple. I once suspected that he was practicing some mysterious black magic."

“But I have no clue.”

Dumbledore let out a long sigh, seeming a little tired of talking. He picked up the teacup and drank some tea, staring at Aphrodite with his shining eyes.

Afro continued to ask questions with feeling.

"why?"

"I am ashamed to say that I know nothing about the dark arts."

Having come to this point, there is nothing Afro doesn't understand.

Dumbledore said that he didn't understand the dark arts, so who in the wizarding world knew more than him?

Of course his old friend Grindelwald!

Others may not know, but Aphrodite knows! Grindelwald is not dead at all, he is "living out his days" in Nurmengardi!

She looked at Dumbledore with a half-smile, a standard official smile on her lips.

"so what?"

Dumbledore smiled and picked up a yellow candy and handed it over, looking as gentle and wise as ever.

"I think of a friend who knows all about this."

When Afro heard his words, she rolled her eyes in her heart.

What friend? An old lover, right?

He pretended not to notice the teasing in Afro's eyes and continued to talk to himself, "The scenery in Austria is very beautiful. I really want to have a chance to see it."

"You can go now." Afro pointed out his purpose expressionlessly.

"I remember he lived in Nurmengard."

How long are you two old men going to be so awkward?

Afro tried hard to suppress the urge to roar these words until she left the principal's office.

The corridors in the castle are spacious and clean, with warm sunlight pouring in through the window lattices.

At this time, there were less than two hours left before the train departed, and there were no little wizards left in the castle.

When Afro was about to reach the agreed location with Harry, she was "kidnapped".