HP Approaches the Magical World

Jon was helpless.

He didn't know why Professor Trelawney, who was drunk tonight, suddenly found him. His disillusionment spell didn't seem to have any effect on the professor who had opened his eyes.

He even saw Harry Potter once on the way to find Hermione, and he moved several times, trying to make trouble, but he didn't do it in the end.

The most recent one was at the statue.

Fortunately, he finally got rid of the professor when he came downstairs to Gryffindor Tower. It was really a happy thing that no one was chattering in his ear about divination with poker cards.

He used magic to hook Hermione's notebook, and after a while, Hermione ran down the stairs.

"teacher."

She looked out of breath: "Why did you come to me suddenly? Didn't today's class finish early?"

"There is something temporary, I want to take you out."

"go out?"

Hermione was very hesitant. After all, it is not a good thing for a student to go out suddenly. If she is found out...

"Don't worry, I brought this."

Jon took out a crude version of the Time-Turner from his ring, one of the original batch stored in the Department of Mysteries, before Harry Potter and the others blew it up— — It was so convenient to have a mother who worked there.

Jon twisted the time-turner, then shook it on Hermione's head, and a Hermione suddenly appeared beside her, and then walked back upstairs.

"Okay, no problem now, let's go."

Hermione looked at the Time-Turner, hesitated to speak.

"Teacher, aren't the Time-Turners all destroyed in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, what do you say?

I think you should be able to guess that the battle that took place at the Ministry of Magic is actually under our control, so it's normal to take two out in advance.... "

"If you can take two... you should be able to take more, right?"

"That's not the case. These two things were not taken out according to the normal process. Normally, all the time converters have been destroyed in that accident. This was taken out by my mother."

The two of them walked towards the gate of Hogwarts, shrouded in darkness and magic.

"If all of this is planned in advance and these things are under control, then Sirius is not actually dead, is he?"

Jon's body trembled a little when he heard these words, but he immediately smiled and said, "How could that be? How could we be such people?"

"Teacher, you are not very good at lying, or, teacher, you have not lied for so long that you have forgotten what it should be like to lie."

"oh?"

"Since you are telling a lie, you should at least show some grief. Even if Sirius has no friendship with you, you shouldn't be so lighthearted.

Since you are not worried at all, it means that Sirius is not important in your eyes, but I am so important,

Isn't Sirius an important force in the Order of the Phoenix?

But what a coincidence, it happened that it was none other than Sirius who died. Dumbledore had obviously gone that day, so why didn't Sirius be rescued?

And also, Sirius died in the Ministry of Magic. Even I know that the Killing Curse is not absolutely capable of killing people. Sometimes his power will be weakened, and the Muggle society has many ways Come to rescue a person who suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. Since you want me to help promote the integration of the two worlds, it is impossible not to understand the affairs of Muggle society. Now that you understand, there must be a way to rescue people. "

Jon was silent.

But at this time, silence is equivalent to acquiescence.

Although Hermione is not very beautiful, she is indeed a very smart person anyway.

"Okay, okay, Sirius is indeed not dead, but if you know about it, you have to keep it a secret, and you can't let Harry know it anyway. When everything is over, the two of them will meet again .”

"yes."

Hermione smiled. Although she and Sirius were not close, they were not bad after all. It was a surprise to get the news that Sirius was still alive.

"But teacher, where are we going?"

"Go to an old place."

...

Outside Dumbledore's office.

Harry stood in front of the statue.

"Sour soda."

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

Harry stepped up, and as the stairs turned round and round, higher and higher, he finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with the brass knocker.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

It was Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, sir."

Harry walked into the headmaster's office.

"Good evening, Harry.

Sit down," said Dumbledore, smiling, "I think you've had a good first week of school, haven't you? "

"Thanks."

"You must be very busy, you have already had a confinement!"

"Um……"

Harry didn't know what to say, but Dumbledore's expression was not very severe.

"I've already told Snape that you'll be in detention next Saturday."

"OK."

Harry's mind was preoccupied with more important matters, and he could not think about Snape's confinement.

He looked around furtively, trying to figure out what Dumbledore had asked him to do that night.

The circular office looked the same as ever: delicate silverware on slender-legged tables that swirled and belched wisps of smoke.

The portraits of old headmasters, men and women, dozed off in their respective frames.

Dumbledore's imposing phoenix, Fawkes, stood on a perch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.

It seemed that Dumbledore did not spare a place to practice fighting.

"I suppose, Harry," said Dumbledore in a serious tone, "you must be wondering how I am going to give you - for lack of a better word - lessons?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, now that you know what prompted Voldemort to kill you fifteen years ago, I think it's time to let you know something."

"..."

"At the end of last term, you said you'd tell me everything."

Harry had a hard time getting the slightest bit of reproach out of his own words.

"I did that," said Dumbledore calmly, "and I told you everything I know.

From here on out, we're going to leave our solid foundations of fact, and together we're traversing the dim swamps of memory, into the intricacies of wild speculation.

At this point, Harry, I might be as sadly mistaken as Humphrey Belcher, who believed that cheese could be used as a cauldron. "

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