I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

Hearing Ian's answer, Dumbledore was still a little happy, although it was somewhat different from his ideal answer.

"Well, maybe you are right. Tom's problem will be completely solved before my portrait is hung in the principal's office." Dumbledore said in a decisive tone.

Then he said in a helpless tone:

"I really didn't find the so-called curse... If there really is a curse, I won't let innocent people come to Hogwarts to encounter these misfortunes. This may all be a coincidence, but I can't provide evidence. So many things cannot be explained.”

Ian nodded and agreed with this. The reason for believing it was very simple. Dumbledore really wouldn't let innocent people suffer such misfortune even though he knew it was a curse.

Quirrell and Lockhart may have deserved their punishment, but Lupine was innocent. Maybe it was just a coincidence as Dumbledore said.

He didn't say much about this, but changed the topic: "By the way, speaking of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, are you planning to invite that liar next year?"

"Well, letting Lockhart stay for a few months can be an education for Harry, so that he can't be immersed in fame. And I have collected evidence about Lockhart through friends during this time. It's about the same time. When the time comes, I will apply directly to the Division of Legal Enforcement to arrest Lockhart."

When Ian heard this, he suddenly interjected: "In this case, there is no need to let him start selling books, and none of those books are cheap."

Dumbledore said easily: "Hahaha, don't worry, after he signs the contract, I will tell him that the professor has no right to change the textbooks at will, unless he can get the co-signatures of the vice-principal and me. I think Minerva I won’t agree to it at all…”

"Okay, he was really tricked by you, but who deserves it?"

Dumbledore nodded with some emotion in his tone:

"Yes, he deserves it. He specializes in the Forgetting Curse, which has allowed him to achieve what he is today. But also because of this specialization, many innocent people have been irreversibly harmed. I have checked the victims, that kind There is nothing I can do about the Forgetting Curse."

Ian knew that if Dumbledore said there was nothing he could do, it might really be irreversible. He said now: "What happened has happened. Perhaps the only way to compensate those victims is with the property Lockhart illegally obtained."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will raise this point with the Ministry of Magic."

When it almost felt like the topic was over, Ian asked Dumbledore: "Professor, I want to know how the Philosopher's Stone can extend life? What are its specific uses."

"Oh?" Dumbledore glanced at Ian in surprise. "The method is very simple. Collect dew at night. Make sure it is dew that has never seen the sun before sunrise. Then put the magic stone in it and soak it overnight."

"The next day you will find that the dew has turned bright red. About 50 ml can make up for a person's ten years of life."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore suddenly looked at Ian seriously and said: "You can only drink it once within ten years, and it cannot exceed 50 ml. Be sure to remember. Otherwise, while it will make up for your life, it will also speed up your life." Aging. It's a pity that Nico and Perenelle knew it too late..."

Suddenly Dumbledore seemed to think of something, and then said: "I also collected a lot of Nico's books and manuscripts about the Philosopher's Stone. I thought maybe you would need them."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he winked at Ian vaguely.

At this moment, Ian truly realized that he had matured. It was obvious that Dumbledore had guessed something, but he didn't mention anything.

Maybe so many years of life have long made him have a death wish, and he has been struggling just because his responsibilities have not been completed...

…

In this abandoned classroom on the sixth floor of the castle, an old man and a young child sat on the floor, chatting freely without any scruples...

After about a long time, Ian moved his somewhat stiff shoulders and said, "I'm going to take pictures later, and I have to save a whole photo album before Christmas. By the way, Professor, if you can, Let’s take a photo together too.”

He looked around at his surroundings and suddenly realized that the only one he could use was the Mirror of Erised, so he said, "Let's use this mirror as a backing board."

"Haha, of course no problem." Dumbledore said, waving his wand and turning an abandoned bench into a middle-aged man with a dull expression.

After Ian found the angle, he handed the camera to it, and then stood together with Dumbledore. The background behind them was an abandoned classroom and an unusually gorgeous mirror...

"Click"

The shutter of the camera sounded, and time seemed to freeze...

"Thank you. If there's nothing else, it's time for me to leave. I've stayed here long enough."

…

After bidding farewell to Dumbledore, he still wandered around with his camera, looking for some beautiful or interesting places to take pictures.

In the next few days, Ian completely transformed into a photography enthusiast. After taking pictures of the castle, he took pictures of the towers, and after taking pictures of the towers, he took pictures of the Forbidden Forest. Anyway, with the existence of the Phoenix, he was not worried about the long journey.

Christmas is approaching day by day, and the weather is getting colder and colder, with snowflakes floating in the sky from time to time.

Ian was wearing a thick robe, sitting on the top of the tower in the astronomy class, lighting a magic flame behind him to keep him away from the cold, and just staring at the silver-covered Hogwarts.

This sudden heavy snowfall lasted all day and night, and the snow reached a rare depth of more than two feet. Even Professor Kettleburn had to move the location of the Care of Magical Creatures class indoors in the castle.

Some people were laughing while others were suffering. He met the cursing Filch more than once in the castle. The other person was either complaining about the weather or scolding the students. In short, the snow suddenly increased Filch's workload.

The happy ones are Gryffindors. The energetic little lions can always find fun in everything.

For example... the latest news told to him by his roommate Andre was that the Gryffindor Weasley twins, while Professor Quirrell was not paying attention, chased each other around with enchanted snowballs, and even A snowball hit the opponent hard on the back of the head, causing Professor Quirrell to faint on the spot.

For this reason, they also received a one-month confinement ticket given by Professor McGonagall after the Christmas holiday.

Fortunately, there were not many points deducted. Perhaps the upright deputy dean had long been tired of Quirrell's perfunctory teaching, or maybe Professor McGonagall didn't want to break the tradition of deducting points at Christmas.

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