When a note landed on the desk of someone like Dumbledore in an ordinary way, it might be temporarily ignored, but it would never be forgotten.
The house elf brought maple waffles, milk and ham sandwiches to the old headmaster. The official documents on the table were neatly moved aside. The old headmaster wore long pajamas and a pointed nightcap, as if he occasionally did it before going to bed. During a break, he picked up a sandwich cut into small portions with his left hand, and picked up the piece of paper with his right hand: it was neither a summons from the Ministry of Magic (of course, the Ministry of Magic's summons was not so casual), nor was it today's news, nor was it the news of the day. It was not an evening greeting from a professor, just a word from a foreign country.
"There's a boy here."
There was no signature, and no explanation of where 'here' was, but with just such a sentence, Dumbledore could almost simulate that tone in his head - arrogant, irritable, impatient -
--No. He's not like that anymore. At that time, he was - downcast - no, desperate - no - unwilling -
But no matter what, the man imprisoned in New Mengadri is no longer the same as he has been for decades.
He picked up the hot sweet milk and took a sip, carefully putting away these messy thoughts. Dumbledore's thoughts gradually shifted to the focus - from the owner of the note to the content of the note - the note said, 'There is a boy. '. What does it mean?
The first thing to rule out is the curse. Dumbledore is very aware of the confinement he has set up. No magic can be used in that tower or in that room. The magic power and precision required for a spell that needs to be cracked in a subtle way are not something that an ordinary wizard can easily pay. Grindelwald is even in it. There was no way to use a simple levitating spell, let alone one that needed to be broken.
So could this be a codeword?
No.
dumbledore's blue eyes stayed on 'boy' for a moment. Whether it was the destination of the note (that is, himself) or anything else, it didn't look like a code, or it was, but What's the use of this code when Dumbledore himself doesn't know what it means?
——So he is just there, there is just an extra boy there.
dumbledore stared at the note. After about a quarter of an hour, he threw the note towards the fireplace. The flames inside quickly devoured the note cleanly, leaving only a little ashes falling at the bottom of the fireplace. At the same time, he waved his wand. Let a blank piece of parchment fall in front of you, and use your wand to write a few lines on it:
"Dear Andre, I haven't contacted you for a long time, I..."
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"..."
Harry was reading the obscure book given to him by his old roommate seriously, but suddenly, he raised his head, quickly closed the book, and held all the parchment he had written in his arms, He stood up and went to the corner to squat again.
Grindelwald glanced at the boy from the corner of his eye, and the sound of the wizard's shoes could be heard outside the door. The sound was familiar and sounded three times a day as guards brought food and water in person. However, that's all. There are only one or two wizards responsible for guarding this place all year round. Due to the powerful imprisonment of Dumbledore, this place has gradually become a forgotten corner of the world. Everyday things and order are monotonous to the point of boring. Boys are like these Only new residents in years.
Sure enough, in less than five seconds, the guard brought food and water for two people, but this time the forty-year-old wizard did not put it down and leave with a yawn, but expressed his doubts and impatience. His eyes scanned the entire room, seeming to be looking for something - but this was the reason that made Grindelwald think he might be blind. This prison was not too tightly sealed. Although the boy was easily ignored when squatting in the corner, under normal circumstances Next, you can definitely see him with such a glance.
But the guard glanced around for a few minutes, finally looked puzzled, cursed a few times in German, exhaled and stomped away.
"You know where to hide now." After the guard left, grindelwald let out a thick sneer from his throat, "I thought you ignored his existence."
"Actually, I can't." The boy touched his nose and looked up at the dark ceiling. "I can't risk it. If he has the idea of 'searching', I'm not sure he really can't see me."
This sentence is worth pondering.
"How do you know he has the will to 'search'?" The old man was still sitting by the window. He neither took a bite of the food nor looked at the boy more. He just asked coldly, "He treated you like a blind man last time. Turn a blind eye."
"I have my secret." Harry said, "I have my method - but this method is very limited." He said with reservation.
After all, he was not sure whether grindelwald could allow someone who could peek into other people's minds to continue to be his 'roommate'. Harry didn't want to test the former Dark Lord's broad-mindedness at all. For a person with secrets, a mind-reader like him Perhaps the least popular one.
"Another natural Legilimency?" Grindelwald was silent for a while and asked coldly, "Are you twelve or thirteen?"
The expression 'yet another' is worthy of scrutiny. Harry thought.
He said honestly: "I was only thirteen years old a few days before I came here." After that, he asked again, "What is 'born Legilimency'?"
"Literally," grindelwald said slowly, his voice hoarse. His tone sounded like he was thinking, but also like denying, and Harry felt a sense of estimation in it.
"...I don't like to read other people's minds." Harry pulled himself back and said sensibly, "I don't like to talk nonsense, sir."
The old man snorted contemptuously. Even though he was in ragged clothes and as skinny as a tree, there was still an awe-inspiring aura in his voice, "Read my brain?" He only mocked Harry briefly, "You can't."
"I have no doubt about that." Harry immediately agreed. In fact, he didn't take the initiative to read the guard's mind. "I didn't use this ability, but the gentleman complained too loudly in his heart just now. I just thought it would be safer to do that and not be able to read the content."
Harry tentatively released some information about himself. In the ten days since he came here, the old man almost never asked him about his origins or his abilities. Except for that time not long ago, grindelwald seemed to have lost interest in him. As long as he could make this place clean, what would he do? No matter what, he even had a desk, new books and...well, well, homework issued by the Dark Lord himself.
Although he thought at first, "Is this treatment exceptional?", in this era, Harry knew that this would be better.
Compared to living aimlessly outside, living here has more purpose. An unchanging space, an old man who has little to do with the outside world. Compared to the outside, Harry felt more at ease here. Reading and doing homework made him more comfortable. Even if these homework were placed there, grindelwald would not judge a word, as if he did not assign them casually. Doing homework and reading are two things that fill Harry's life. Doing these things here will make him feel like he is still in the tower of the college, or in his own room, or even in his own time——
——Even if Harry didn't step out of Nurmengard, he knew very well that he had been sent to more than ten years ago by the time turner. There was no need for Grindelwald to lie to him.
These things are useless. You can't lie to yourself, you just traveled through time, just like the science fiction movies in the "Back to the Future" series, everything you are familiar with becomes unfamiliar, and the unfamiliar is even less familiar——
But what can I do except do this temporarily? Harry questioned himself in his mind. He stood up carefully, put the half-finished homework and books back on the wooden table, and took out the parchment from his pocket that had been inseparable since he came here.
It was an official document with a pattern he didn't recognize. He couldn't understand it at first. The content and signature were extremely blurry, as if water had stained all the writing. But as long as he held it in his hand, Harry could tell it was A document with the effect of a magical oath. As long as the time is up, it will display all the contents. Harry completes the part he should do, and the oath will automatically complete the other part. This is the magic above telling the holder, and That's all Harry's information.
Although this is an extremely mysterious feeling - magic has no shape and seems to have no consciousness, so how can the wizard sense its own intentions - but Harry feels that he has no choice now.
Harry put the document back into his pocket, sighed all the breath in his heart, sat down at the table again, and spread out the book. In his heart, he felt that this was the first time in his life that he had been confused for such a long time, because the outside world was full of special unknowns. : When exploring the general unknown, he will get information. This is walking on a straight line; but when he masters the information on another line, he can go back to touch that line and return to his own line. Online? If a bridge can only be built between a and b, then if a becomes a+1, can this bridge still be built? In other words, is it still the original bridge? Are the two lines parallel or linked? What does this '+1' mean, and is it allowed?
Harry thought, maybe this can all be summed up in three questions:
——What on earth is he going to do in this era that does not belong to him?
——What does he need to do?
——Can he still go back to his own time?
——Are Draco and Dad okay?
The fourth question was something Harry thought about countless times every day - even if he didn't get the answer.
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If Harry could master the power of the prophet, he would get an answer - not good. And that was the answer everyone could tell him.
In Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy was tired and angry.
"I'm going to expel you from the family tree -" he could hardly breathe, he had never scolded a person so loudly, because it was very unseemly, let alone his son, "-you are nothing like What a Malfoy! Do you know what you are talking about?! Not going back to Hogwarts? Never going anywhere until you find Xavier? Draco, please wake up, that is not your responsibility and obligation!!"
"I think I'm very awake!" Draco walked down carrying a small bag. His expression was as if he was frozen, white, cold, and stinging. "It's you who haven't been awake all this time - you haven't been awake all this time. I can’t even see clearly!”
"I'm going to kick you out of the family tree—"
"Please, please," Draco was not afraid. He quickly went downstairs and loudly replied to his father, "If every Malfoy is going to be like you, then please take this surname from my name immediately." Peel it away!”
"Draco," Narcissa followed him downstairs, jogging all the way to keep up with the young boy's speed. She was more attentive than Lucius and understood Draco's heart better. She keenly discovered that there was something wrong in Draco's words - the child's emotions were wrong. She knew that Harry meant a lot to Draco, and she could also understand the feeling of being helpless watching a friend disappear, but these days when she looked at her son, she realized that this was not the level of emotion that Draco should have.
——He has gone too far. He felt like he was stuffed with ten cannonballs. Lucius couldn't control his hand and tentatively poked it upwards, and Draco immediately exploded.
She could only persuade him tactfully, "Draco, dear, I know you blame yourself. You watched Harry disappear with your own eyes - but you can't help with this matter. The time turner involves very profound magic. That document states There is also the logo of the Department of Mysteries... You have given the official document to Sirius, and your uncle and Mr. Where are you going again?”
"Move to my uncle's place, mother." Draco was still a little polite to his mother, but turned his cold face to his father, his gray eyes sharp, "I think you should be happy now, Harry is gone. My uncle has no heir. I am his second heir. Although you can take over two families, no one will stop me from getting married——"
Lucius was so angry that he trembled at his words: "Draco Malfoy!"
"Draco!" Narcissa had to stop her loudly, "Your father didn't--that's not what he meant!"
"Oh, then what do you mean by my noble father! I'm sorry, mother, but I can't stay any longer," Draco walked around his mother, extremely pointedly, "Since he confirmed that Charles and Erik did not blame us. ——He began to isolate me intentionally. He told me not to care about this matter, told me that it might involve some secrets and dangers, and persuaded me to pretend that I didn’t know what the matter was about. He also hoped that I would tell all the relevant matters. The clues, yes, I'm talking about the official document, hide all those, don't tell others that I know, otherwise there will be endless troubles - what do you mean by him! Yes, my son encountered an unexpected incident Of course I need to 'ask for advice' from my father about this matter, but why do I need such advice!"
His near-screaming question was almost like a gunshot that shot through the house.
"He's just," Narcissa formed her words in a cryptic mood. She looked at her son in front of her, as if a scene from more than ten years ago was reenacted. Sirius also carried his own luggage and left the house quickly, making a lot of noise. "Dear, I know you are sad, but your father, there is something wrong with him, but you have to know that his starting point is just for you -"
"——It's good for me. I know that everyone is good for me. But I can make decisions for myself. I don't need the road in front of me to be paved by others!" Draco exhaled almost tremblingly. He stopped at the door, hugged his mother for the last time, and coveted the last second in the warm embrace. "This is all my fault," Narcissa almost choked when she heard him say this. , the voice was very weak, "Only I know what is going on, no one knows better than me. It shouldn't be his, mom, I don't know where he went, but it shouldn't be Harry's."
"I'm going to find him." Draco said, as if he was complaining, but Narcissa knew that he missed that child very much, "Harry is a nerd, an idiot, he can't do anything except feed himself - He, he’s very good.”
Narcissa didn't know the definition of 'very good', but her heart softened almost instantly.
A sharp Draco, a fragile Draco. She had almost never seen the sharp one, but the fragile one seemed like a three-year-old baby in her arms.
But the baby is afraid that another person will be alone, and wants to help him, and wants to be someone that that person can rely on.
"Where are you going to find him?" Narcissa couldn't help but pat her son's back, as if she was patting a baby. She now knows that this child has truly grown up, but how can her mother's nature not make her worry, "How are you going to go? How can you ensure that you are safe?"
"We can do whatever we can," Draco said. It was more like he was speaking to himself. He didn’t have much confidence, but he was very tough. “You only know something after doing something.”
After saying that, he opened the door, let go of the broom, rode on it and headed straight outside.
"He won't get what he wants!" Lucius stood at the stairs on the second floor, yelling angrily, "Don't think you can escape like this - this is Malfoy Manor! I will never - let you - use your crazy Destroy the honor of this name by word or deed—and by your crazy ideas—"
"Crazy thoughts?" Draco's movements suddenly stopped. He looked back at his father, smirked and frowned and said, "Merlin, father, is it crazy to like someone? You only want to be with the person you like. Is it crazy to get married? Or do you think it's crazy that I like Harry? Do you have to let me say it? For a few days, you have banned me from saying 'immature remarks' to you, but do you feel that you can't tell the truth? It doesn’t count!!”
eccentric. Draco snorted coldly and thought, I'm not afraid now.
This sentence was like coals falling into a pool, with explosive information that heated up all emotions, but at this moment, it also made everyone silent.
"...You can't get out," Lucius said hoarsely after a few seconds of silence, "I won't let you step out of the manor. Malfoy has never had a person like you -"
Narcissa understood what he meant. The manor had an automatic protection mechanism that could prevent people from outside from coming in and people from inside from leaving. But for some reason, she felt faintly uneasy in her heart, and her mother's intuition told her: No, Draco will get his wish.
She picked up her skirt and ran after him, looking up at her son. The boy was blocked in front of invisible protection. Indifference was the most common expression on his face. He held the wand and chanted several spells. There seemed to be no response, but Narcissa keenly heard an inaudible sound.
Lucius chased after her, his eyes concerned and not leaving Draco, but he still looked sarcastic: "——Innocent boy. He thought that chanting a few unlocking spells could unlock the protection of Malfoy Manor——He was doing it What?"
His tone suddenly changed from sarcastic to horrified.
Draco in the distance looked back at them almost slowly. The movement was almost frozen, click, click, twisting bit by bit. It was unclear what kind of expression it was, but it frightened the couple.
Then the Malfoy couple saw their only son flicking the magic spell, and the tip of the wand became as sharp as a blade. Every flash of the tip of the knife pierced the hearts of the parents, causing them fear.
——He did not recite the incantation. A silent, fast transformation spell, this is definitely not the level Draco usually performs, and now he has changed into a knife, what should he do?
And next, they saw Draco reciting a curse loudly - not cutting his wrists as they were afraid of, but the boy almost making a cut on his arm, blood dripping on the ground, a paragraph they couldn't hear. , an unseen spell was chanted as Draco opened and closed his mouth, and the blood flashed on the ground for a moment, and then was sucked dry by the ground.
Boom, bump, click————
Just like a real house collapsing, both Lucius and Narcissa heard the sound of the protection collapsing.
But their son just healed the wound with a magic spell, then flew into the sky again and left far away. 166 reading network
