Hogwarts White Knight

"I must say, Gawain, you did a very, very brave thing."

After Gawain resolutely rejected the cockroaches in his hand, Dumbledore took them back with some regret and said seriously.

"By the way, Professor, is Neville okay?"

Gawain recalled the moment before he passed out.

"He has two broken ribs, but with Madam Pomfrey's help, I think he can make it to Professor Snape's Potions class tomorrow.

But you almost boiled your head into porridge. If Miss Granger hadn't found me as soon as possible, something worse might have happened.

Of course, Fox also helped. "

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, a golden bird flew to his hand, and he raised his head proudly.

"Phoenix, tears can heal all injuries."

Descriptions of magical creatures and their origins came to Gawain's mind.

"Thank you, Professor.

I thought I must have gone crazy before. "

Gawain is sincerely grateful.

His back was almost soaked with cold sweat.

It was only now that waves of fear came over him, making him feel deeply shuddering.

Gawain had never been so scared.

Even when facing the gates of hell.

Thinking about it afterwards, he could have chosen to wait until Neville was about to fall, or urge Professor Huo Qi to catch up.

That's safer and won't necessarily cause an accident.

His approach was reckless, risky, and crazy.

But before it can think, the body acts.

"Gawain, I think you actually have a noble soul, because you still have a sense of awe for yourself."

Dumbledore looked at Gawain with his dark blue eyes, clasping his fingers together, wondering what he was thinking.

Gawain didn't speak either.

He didn't know how to answer.

Because even he doesn't know the answer.

It has been a long time.

"I think I still underestimated your talent. The continuous flying sand and rocks, rapid transformation, and I think it is a slowing spell? I believe Professor Flitwick will be willing to give you an extra 20 points.

But please excuse the curiosity of an old man, how do you do it? I just hope that the price you pay is not so painful. "

Dumbledore looked at Gawain.

His eyes are so deep.

The expression is so sincere.

Gawain believes that if someone can make such an expression and want to hurt others...

Then I'm afraid this world should have been nuclear neutralized long ago.

At this moment, he even wanted to tell Dumbledore the spell, along with the strange dream and prophecy.

"The professor will believe it."

Gawain thought, but when he finally made up his mind to speak, he found...

Can't describe.

"Professor, I..."

No, not just indescribable.

It was a will from some higher, more mysterious level that stopped Gawain the moment he wanted to speak.

A suffocating feeling choked Gawain.

"Indescribable, indescribable, right...?"

Dumbledore thought.

"I don't know the principle, but I can at least roughly guess that you achieve it by squeezing your body's potential in some way. Right?"

Seeing Gawain nodding in confirmation, Dumbledore waved his hand as if he had expected it, indicating that he did not need to say any more.

"As a teacher, and as an elderly person who has seen too many tragedies, I sincerely hope that you will never have to resort to dangerous tactics like that again.

But we all know that fate will always be too cruel.

I think you could at least try to find a way to get better at that at Hogwarts. "

Dumbledore smiled to himself.

"You know Godric Gryffindor? Of the Big Four, he's the only one who wears a sword."

He suddenly started talking about Gryffindor.

"But isn't that because the spells from thousands of years ago are far less systematic than modern times? Also, the environment that wizards live in is more chaotic and dangerous."

Gawain asked Dumbledore.

"Hogwarts: A History of the School.

If I were Professor Binns, I would add 3 points to you without hesitation. Like you said, that's part of the reason.

You know, using magic spells was a cumbersome and dangerous thing in the past, and many times it was not even as effective as a sword.

All scholars think so. "

Dumbledore smiled proudly.

"But they also think that Godric's victory over the stone troll in hand-to-hand combat is just a story, just like the wizard's hairy heart, don't they?"

Mentioned in that annotated edition of the story.

——The wizard actually used a kind of black magic curse to exchange for power that did not belong to him at the cost of his own heart.

"Chosen by Gryffindor, guided by Ravenclaw, supported by Hufflepuff, and coordinated by Slytherin. Except for the most selfless Hufflepuff, the other three have all left clues."

Dumbledore quotes a ballad.

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"But didn't you say that the story about Gryffindor was considered to be a legend that he boasted about?"

Gawain asked hesitantly. He felt that he was getting close to the true intention of Professor Dumbledore's story, and he just missed the last point.

“History is written by the victors.

So, if we want to know the real history, who should we ask? I think you know. "

The white wizard said with a smile.

Gawain suddenly realized.

——Ask the loser!

The centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest!

It is said that it was because they failed in the bet with Gryffindor that they reluctantly agreed to his invitation and settled in the Forbidden Forest.

"Look, aren't you very clear?"

Dumbledore happily picked up a cockroach, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, which made Gawain feel a little uncomfortable.

But he still has a problem.

"Professor, do you know... Lily Evans?"

Gawain hesitated, but still asked.

"...Well. Gawain, you actually know her too."

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes showing deep regret and sadness, "After getting married, she changed her surname to Potter."

"I think you discovered the unicorn's little secret? Please believe me, when you can see it, you will understand it.

But knowing too much in advance may not be a good thing. "

Dumbledore stared deeply at Gawain and spoke in the most serious tone he could.

"But now that you are aware of 'it', I will put Hagrid in contact with the centaurs. You must master your 'one' as quickly as possible.

When you wake up, you will definitely need strength. "

"All the gifts given by fate,

The price has already been marked secretly. "

Gawain thought of this sentence.

Suddenly, the bed curtain was pulled open, and Madam Pomfrey wearing a white turban walked in with a cup of unpleasant-smelling potion.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but Professor Dumbledore, what this kid needs is rest! He almost died because of Merlin's black stockings!

I always say they shouldn't be exposed to dangerous stuff! "

She stared at Professor Dumbledore dangerously, like a lioness protecting her cubs, her eyes as sharp as a knife piercing her heart.

"Sorry, sorry. Poppy, I'm leaving right now. Gawain, what you need now is not to chat with an old guy anymore, but to rest early and regain your energy.

I believe you will need it tomorrow. "

Dumbledore blinked lightly, stood up, and drew a light arc with his fingers, closing the curtain for Gawain.

While Madam Pomfrey was chattering, Gawain held his nose and drank the thick, milkshake-like but extremely bitter potion and watched her leave.

Dumbledore was considerate enough to prepare a potion of living hell for him and placed it on the bedside table. After taking it, sleepiness swept over me.

But Gawain suddenly thought of it.

He forgot to ask the professor a very important question.

——"Did he also pay the price?"

It was already Friday night when Gawain, who was destined to have no answers, returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"boom!"

As soon as the fat woman opened the door, there was a loud sound of firecrackers above Gawain's head, and colorful shreds of paper scattered on the floor, shining brightly.

Many faces, familiar and unfamiliar, all wearing robes with brown and red Gryffindor ribbons, greeted him at the door.

"Merlin's beard! Gawain, you are back!"

Hermione, with disheveled hair, rushed over, hugged Gawain, and held his waist tightly with her arms, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly evaporate.

"Thankfully you're okay! I went to see Professor Dumbledore and when he came back he told us that you needed to be hospitalized but you were safe! I almost thought you were dead!"

Hermione said in a tearful voice.

Only then did Gawain see the difference here.

Scarlet banners were hung high in the lounge.

"Salute to Gawain White, the white knight of Gryffindor, the youngest winner of the Special Contribution Award in the millennium, and the genius of magic!"

There is a slightly smaller one at the bottom.

"We have a Seeker!"

ps1: I finally wrote the origin of the title of the book. The White Knight (the surname white also means white), knight (rather than sir) is a typical Muggle title, and it also represents the evaluation of him.

ps2: Gawain's rescue of Neville was stupid, self-destructive, crazy, and irrational, because even he didn't know if he could control it, and he was very aware of the possible consequences.

But as they say in My Hero Academia, even though he usually has a good disguise of enthusiasm, sometimes his body moves first and his thinking catches up.

ps3: I know that current HP fans emphasize reason, calmness, and interests first, but I think Gawain is not a time traveler, let alone an omniscient and omnipotent God. He is just a boy trying to explore in his own way.

He can waver, be slippery, be lazy, and use clever and innocuous means. He will not keep a bad look on people he hates and will not hesitate to use threats.

But he is a kind man.

Rather, it would be really cold-blooded if he watched or waited for Neville to fall before using the magic spell.

ps4: For the story about the wizard’s hairy heart, please refer to the content in the related works.