A grand celebration dinner was in full swing in the auditorium. The four long tables that were originally side by side were arranged into a square frame. The elves in the kitchen tried their best to fill the long tables with various kinds of things. Mouthwatering food.
The professors did not maintain their identities. They mingled with the little wizards and chatted happily.
Professor McGonagall pretended not to see the Weasley brothers secretly replacing the juice of the little wizards with butterbeer. Snape seemed to be comforting Draco, who looked sad. When the mood came, Professor Flitwick and Sprout The professor even sang a waltz amidst the roar of everyone.
"Actually, I noticed something was wrong in that bathroom early in the morning--"
Lockhart, who had not appeared in front of everyone for two months, appeared here despite Madam Pomfrey's dissuasion. He was pale and could only stand by leaning on the table, but he still tried his best to keep his smile and the light on the ceiling bright. match the incomparable stars,
"But I don't think it's the behavior of a gentleman to barge into a girls' bathroom!"
"How dare he say that!"
Hearing Lockhart's boastful words, Harry's face turned blue with anger, while Dean next to him made a vomiting expression.
"Where did Professor Blaine go?"
Hermione, who was a little sad about Professor Lockhart's performance, looked around, looking for that young and thin figure.
"He and Headmaster Dumbledore left midway." Neville answered the question.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, both slightly uninterested. After a brief exchange, they took some food and left the Great Hall, heading to the school hospital to find Ron.
On the eighth floor of the castle, Amosta led Dumbledore and pushed open a smooth door embedded in the wall opposite a tapestry of a troll beating Barnabas silly.
"...At that time, I would often practice magic or make potions in some remote classrooms in the castle. Starting from the second semester of fifth grade, both you and Professor Snape kept a close eye on me. Once, Professor Snape seemed to smell the potion I was carrying, but he didn't say it clearly. Out of caution, I wanted to find a safe place to store my potion... I'm here I was walking around and came across this amazing room.”
Squeak!
This is a room as big as a church, and the surrounding scenery looks like a city. Those high walls are made up of thousands of things hidden by students who are no longer alive. Most of the things, It can basically hold up garbage - expired potions, rotten and moldy food, collapsed bookshelves and boxes, old textbooks and the like...
Amosta led Dumbledore deeper and deeper into the maze of rubbish, until he came to an old cabinet with a blistered surface. On the top of the cabinet sat a bust of a wizard with pitted cheeks. There is a clear circular indentation on the old, dusty hair cover on the head.
"Well, here it is--"
Amosta raised his chin and said to Dumbledore, who looked solemn.
Dumbledore was holding in his hand the broken crown that Amosta had given him last night. He only glanced at the statue and then looked away, turning to look at the room he was in.
"It is indeed a good place to hide things...I can probably guess when Tom hid the crown here..."
Dumbledore murmured,
"To be honest, Amosta, you have done me a big favor. For so many years, I have always had doubts that Voldemort had split his soul, and I think he may have done it more than once, but I have always doubted that Voldemort had split his soul. There is no evidence, and you confirmed two long-standing doubts in my mind in one day..."
Although Dumbledore said this, he could not see any sign of relief. Instead, his shoulders were a little stooped, and his eyebrows seemed to be half drooped under heavy pressure.
Amosta understands why Dumbledore is like this. This is indeed a very troublesome problem. If you want to destroy Voldemort, you must first destroy his Horcrux, but God knows how many times this madman Voldemort split his soul. Second-rate?
Theoretically speaking, there is no upper limit to the number of soul divisions. As long as your broken soul is enough to support the activities of your body, then it is not a problem to split dozens or hundreds of times. But in fact, the human soul cannot be that... Powerful, like a piece of white paper, it can theoretically be folded countless times, but in reality, it becomes inoperable after just a few times.
"So--"
Amosta ignored Dumbledore, who was looking down in thought, and walked straight towards the exit.
"If you really think that I have provided some insignificant help, Principal Dumbledore, please stop staring at me all day long. In that case, I will be very distressed!"
.......
Although the muscles of his arm were torn apart by the basilisk's fangs, thanks to Fox's tears and Madam Pomfrey's professional treatment, Ron's mummy-like bandaged arm could now move. He leaned on the pillow and listened. After Harry repeated Lockhart's boastful words, his nose was so angry that he was so angry!
"Just him, Harry!"
Ron panted and said, "Without you, Harry, even if Hogwarts closed down, he wouldn't be able to find the door to the Chamber of Secrets... By the way, didn't Myrtle get the punishment she deserved?! "
"The Ministry of Magic can't imprison a ghost in Azkaban, Ron." Hermione, who finally regained her composure, said rationally, "Professor Brain also thinks that trying a ghost is very ridiculous and cruel. matter."
"I don't see what's so cruel!"
Ron twisted his nose and looked at Ginny, who was sleeping deeply after drinking a large glass of chocolate milk with sleeping pills a few beds away. This morning, his parents were still looking worried and sobbing beside Ginny's bed this morning. echoed in Ron's head.
"Speaking of Professor Blaine," Ron looked at Harry, "He has decided to leave, right?"
Speaking of this, Hermione's mood became depressed again, and even Harry took a deep breath and looked frowning.
"Anyway, that's what Principal Dumbledore told me. He told me that Professor Blaine has completed his duties and he will leave the school soon--"
"This is really bad,"
Ron seemed to want to cross his arms, but he forgot about the injury on his right arm. As a result, he accidentally touched the wound and grimaced in pain.
"Hiss... Mom also asked me to invite Professor Blaine to our house during the summer vacation. Dad also said that he almost saved our family..., and it is true that he saved Bill and Charlie when they were in school. Now it's a headache to save E and Ginny from the hands of the mysterious man and the basilisk. This is not a favor that can be repaid easily..."
"I didn't save you just to gain gratitude, Mr. Weasley."
Amosta strode in with a smile, looking at the three little wizards who were very surprised by his appearance and said.
"How do you feel, Mr. Weasley?"
"Oh...well, it's much better now, Professor Blaine!" Ron, whose ears turned red, said shyly. As he spoke, he tried his best to raise his arms.
Seeing that Ron was in good spirits, Amosta nodded with satisfaction. He sat on the hospital bed next door and smiled at the three of them and said,
"Actually, I have some gifts for you--"
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