HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 "The prediction I made to Dumbledore was told to Teacher Grindelwald a long time ago, but he didn't care at all."

　　 "What prediction result?"

　　Sechateri was very curious. Grindelwald didn't care about Dumbledore. It was really strange.

　　 "I told him that Dumbledore would die."

　　 "……"

　　Satly was silent for a while.

　　 Isn’t this nonsense?

　　 "In this world, individuals will die."

　　 She said, "So your prediction is basically nonsense, not to mention Dumbledore is so old."

　　 Jon was also silent. Could he still say that Dumbledore would die and when?

　　 Remind Grindelwald that it is already very difficult, okay?

　　 Fortunately, after getting along for so long, the two of them still had a tacit understanding, and they turned the topic off the same.

　　 Anyway, there are some things that they don’t need to deal with now.

　　 "Okay, let's get started, we have to hurry up."

　　……

　　 Dumbledore walked down the hallway at Hogwarts.

　　 No one saw him. Myrtle was busy crying. Ginny, who had run away, didn't notice anyone behind him at all, and picked up the notebook she had thrown into the water.

　　 "Nice dark magic item."

　　 After hearing about the Horcrux, Dumbledore began to check all the records of Jon's subordinates.

　　No one can hide what the principal is doing in Hogwarts, unless the principal pretends not to see it.

　　 Being able to make something like a live-point map, Pippi obviously has a stronger surveillance ability than a live-point map. On the day he was created, his mission was doomed.

　　 Hogwarts Castle is responsible for all offensive and defensive facilities, while Pepi Ghost is an excellent visual aid and killer.

　　 "It's just too bad."

　　 Dumbledore threw the notebook under the basin and turned to leave.

　　 If nothing else, Harry will get this notebook soon.

　　 Then, the first battle can begin.

　　……

　　 "Is Lockhart the most sloppy guy you have ever seen?"

　　 Ron was obviously dissatisfied with this, and left the dormitory with Harry and started going upstairs to the castle.

　　 Snape gave them a lot of homework, and Harry thought he would not finish it until the sixth grade.

　　 Ron was about to say that he really regretted not asking Hermione how many rat tails should be added to the hair growth potion to work, when suddenly they heard an angry shout from upstairs.

"what happened?"

　　 "It's Filch."

　　 Harry whispered.

　　 They rushed up the stairs in three steps, hiding in places where others could not see, listening carefully.

　　 "Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

　　 They stood motionless, and put their heads in the direction of Filch's voice, which was almost hysterical.

　　 "...come to trouble me again! I mopped the floor all night, as if my work wasn't enough! No, it's unbearable, I'm going to find Dumbledore..."

　　 Filch's footsteps faded away, and they heard a violent door slamming in the distance.

　　Behind the door, Filch, who had finished acting, saw the letter of the express correspondence course that had just been sent by the owl on his desk, and threw it into the trash can.

　　 During the recent period, Dumbledore has asked him to act more and more strangely. He has no time to practice the introductory magic course.

　　 It's weird to say that he always feels that he can become a powerful wizard with a little effort. There seems to be something in the air calling him. That kind of existence seems very powerful, mysterious, and powerful.

　　 But when it comes to classes, he should follow Jon's advice and go to Lockhart to learn how to act.

　　……

　　 Harry and they poked their heads from the corner.

　　 Filch was obviously standing guard in his usual place, and they came to the place where Mrs. Loris was attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was yelling, and a large pool of water spread over half of the corridor. It seemed that the water was still leaking from under the door of the crying Myrtle’s bathroom. . Now Filch didn't yell anymore, and they heard the cries of Myrtle echoing across the walls of the bathroom.

　　 "What's wrong with her?"

　　 "Let's go over and take a look." Harry said, so they lifted the robes above the ankles, kicked the turbulent water, and walked to the door where the "fault" notice was hung.

　　 They turned a blind eye to the notice as usual, and went straight in.

　　 Today’s Myrtle’s crying voice is actually louder and harsher than before, which is really incredible.

　　 She seems to be hiding in her usual toilet. The light in the washing room is dim, because the gushing water extinguishes the candles and makes the walls and floor damp.

　　 "What's the matter, Myrtle?"

　　 "Who are you?" Myrtle said in a gurgling voice, "You want to hit me with something again?"

　　 Harry Water walked to her single room and said, "Why should I hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle yelled out, and spouted a larger stream of water, splashing on the already drenched floor, "I stayed here well, consider my own Question, some people think it’s funny to throw a book on me..."

　　 "Even if someone throws something to hit you, it won't hurt you." Harry said rationally, "I mean, that thing can go straight through you, right?"

　　 Harry said something wrong.

　　 Myrtle swelled up suddenly~www.wuxiahere.com~ screamed: "Let everyone hit Myrtle with a book, because she can't feel it at all!

　　 If you hit her in the stomach with a book, it will be worth a lot!

　　 If you hit her in the head, you get fifty points!

　　 Very good, haha!

　　 What a cute game, I can’t see it! "

　　 "Then who hit you with a book?" Harry asked.

　　 "I don't know... I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking of death, and the book suddenly fell from my head."

　　 Myrtle stared at them fiercely, and said, "It's there, it's all soaked in water."

　　 Harry and Ron followed Myrtle's direction and looked down the pool, only to see a small, thin book lying on the ground. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely drenched. Harry took a step forward, trying to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed him.

"what's happenin?"

　　 Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?"

　　 Ron said, "It may be dangerous."

"Danger?"

　　 Harry said, laughing, "Stop talking nonsense, how could it be dangerous?"

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