Hogwarts White Knight

"They're all crazy. They're all dead."

Gawain felt as if his chest was being pressed by a boulder, and a sudden sense of tension arose from within.

He didn't know what kind of despair would make someone write such a record.

"professor?"

Raising his head, Gawain looked at Dumbledore, expecting an explanation from him.

"That's all I know."

The white wizard shook his head.

"You may already know that some information cannot be conveyed through language or writing. All I know about them is the one in the Forbidden Forest."

Sensing Gawain's confusion, he explained.

"He wants to escape from prison, completely escape the shackles left by the Big Four, and 'live'. This idea is stronger than at any time in the past, and he is closer to success."

Dumbledore pointed to a silver narrow-mouthed vessel on a shelf.

From its mouth, smoke of many colors was sprayed out.

Among them, the white one turned into the shape of a castle, the green one turned into a poisonous snake, hovering in the forest outside the castle, and the scarlet one turned into a crown, high above the castle and forest, but was represented by the other three in yellow, red, and white respectively. The ropes turned into a dense net, bound in mid-air.

"Then what should I do?"

Gawain asked this question hesitantly.

"Do nothing, don't do anything. At least for now, this is still a battle for us old guys, and it's not time for you to get involved."

Dumbledore shook his head.

"But I only hope that at some point in the future, when Gawain finds that you are the only one who has the opportunity to stand up, you will not shrink back or hesitate."

He looked at his right hand and said slowly.

The office fell into silence, even Phoenix Fox had fallen asleep. Gawain could only hear the "beep-beep-boop" sound in the fireplace, the sleepy yawns of the portraits on the wall, and whispers.

"Okay, it's already too late. I've listened to too many crazy things from an old fool. I think you need to go to bed early."

Dumbledore put the tea cup aside, stood up, and patted Gawain on the shoulder.

"Professor, good night."

Although full of doubts, Gawain stood up politely, said goodbye to Dumbledore, left the vaulted principal's office on the eighth floor, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

But Gawain couldn't hear the smooth man's voice that suddenly sounded from the principal's office after he left.

"Dumbledore, you just let him make his own choice? He is very rare..."

The man's words sounded sarcastic.

"Phineas, even if I use him as a tool, how much more chance will I have of winning? Besides, we all know that no matter how careful the plan is, it is impossible to truly change a truly talented person."

Dumbledore said in response to the man in the portrait. The man didn't reply, either because he agreed with Dumbledore's point of view or because he couldn't find enough arguments to refute him.

"Besides, maybe it's the old man's premonition... I think he might bring many surprises to our friend."

He took out a box from the desk drawer and opened it. On the purple velvet cushion was an ocher red wand. It is 15 inches long, but the decoration is very simple, with only a few round knots on the body.

"Who knows?"

Dumbledore gave the wand one last longing look before closing the box.

At the same time, Gawain has returned to Gryffindor Tower.

The common room floor was a mess, with torn parchment everywhere, and pumpkin juice and butterbeer spilled on the ground that had solidified - the Gryffindors had undoubtedly enjoyed a wonderful evening in Professor Flitwick's class. .

Gawain walked up to the second floor and took off his robe in front of his bed. He took out the long bow given by Margery from his pocket and pulled the bow string briefly, but it did not pull.

"What an awkward guy."

He thought, stuffed the longbow under the bed, and put it back into the dragon skin pocket with some hesitation.

"Meow?"

Abyss was awakened by him, climbed up from the pillow, jumped to the ground gracefully, crawled along Gawain's legs to his shoulders, and licked the side of his face.

This made him feel much better.

"Thank you, Abyss."

Gawain took out a can, opened it, and put it on the ground. Abyss just looked at him like he was looking at a fool, and jumped in front of the can without hesitation.

After simply tidying himself up, Gawain stuffed himself into the pillow and quickly fell into sleep.

"Just give it a try..."

Even in his dreams he repeated these words.

The night passed quickly.

The Winged Demon was sent to the village of Hogsmeade, where he lived a happy life in the magical creature breeding farm jointly run by Hogwarts and the Zabini family, keeping company with the basilisk and eating well-fed pigs or cows every day. of brain.

No one knew what was going on except the professors and poor Filch. But the little lions of Gryffindor at least noticed very intuitively that Gawain had changed.

——He seemed to put all his energy into studying.

Almost as long as there are no classes, Holly Club activities, and one or two odd nights a week (Professor Lupine’s special training), you can find him in the library.

In the classroom, his performance was equally astonishing.

"That's wonderful, Mr. White. Five points from Gryffindor for his skillful levitation spell!"

Such compliments have almost become the norm at Hogwarts.

In Charms, Transfiguration, even the Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes taught by Professor Snape, his performance was so good that no one could fault him.

Especially last week, he even successfully mastered the technique of simple silent spellcasting and stopped Neville from falling to the ground during the flying lesson.

Gawain's reputation as a "magic genius" spread among young wizards.

Of course, besides him, Hermione performed equally well in that class.

It seems that after crashing through an eighth-floor window of the castle on Harry's broomstick, she regained her confidence in flying. Although she is still not very skilled, she can at least fly around the field a few times.

But in contrast to all these amazing performances, it was Gawain's performance in the History of Magic class...

"Mr. Wade, if you are really sleepy, you can go to the campus hospital to take a rest."

This was probably the first time in decades that the staid ghost Professor Binns had remembered a young wizard's name (although it was still wrong) and actively advised him to rest.

"Sorry, Professor."

Saying this, Gawain drooped his eyelids and was about to fall asleep again.

Last night, he tried all means to defeat Professor Lupine, but in the end he was defeated because of his skillful silent spell skills and rich experience.

The night before yesterday, after the Wintergreen Club event, he asked Professor McGonagall to teach him some quick transformation techniques alone, and he trained alone until late at night.

The night before yesterday, he borrowed "Standard Spells: Intermediate" from Senior Penello and practiced some of the relatively complex curses recorded in it.

These days, Gawain has pushed himself like a clock, without even a moment's rest. Hermione even offered to lend him the Herbology class paper for him to copy in order to give him a little more rest.

"That's not fair! Hermione! Look at us! We're tired too!"

Ron looked at Gawain enviously, holding up the parchment in his hand that was cleaner than his face and howling. But all he received was a sharp and disgusted look from Hermione.

"Gawain, you will destroy yourself like this!"

More than once, in the common room and in the library, Hermione had frowned at him.

"Thank you, Jane."

But every time, Gawain answered her like this, and then changed her topic with more questions.

"The strength is loose and the strength is released, the body is shattered into pieces, the bones are broken quickly, the eyes are covered with blindness..."

Gawain repeats the spell he still needs to master.

Professor Lupine was more competent and knowledgeable than he imagined. Not only did he explain many magic spells to Gawain, he was also willing to serve as his sparring partner.

"Gawain, you need to pay attention. Although I don't know why you are so impatient, you must stop now and take a good rest!"

In this week's "special training class", Lupine said sternly to Gawain after explaining a protective spell called "Human Appearance".

Humanoid Appearance is a very commonly used spell that helps wizards detect whether there are hidden opponents around them. Although it does not have direct offensive or defensive effects, it plays an important role in dealing with illusion spells, invisibility cloaks, and various smoke bombs and other props.

Maintaining the effect of human form protection for a relatively long time and improving one's sensitivity to the invisibility spell as much as possible are compulsory courses for becoming an Auror.

"Okay, Professor. Homenum revelio (humanoid manifestation)." Gawain responded to Lupine, and at the same time he waved the magic spell, and an invisible wave spread out with him as the center, making Lupine's body appear faintly fluorescent.

This means he succeeded.

"I won't be able to teach you next week. I will also write to Mrs. Pince in the library and ask her to refuse you to study in the library. I hope you can make good use of the time before Christmas and have a good rest."

Lupine said with a sigh knowing that Gawain didn't listen at all. After hearing his words, William suddenly realized that before he knew it, Christmas was only a week away.

"professor?!"

Gawain looked at Professor Lupine who looked tired, but he shook his head mercilessly and rejected Gawain's attempt.

A mandatory "holiday" week.

It seems this is already doomed.

"It seems that Professor McGonagall did ask if she would be leaving school for Christmas?"

He recalled that when Professor McGonagall asked him to fill out a form, he was busy practicing spells and mailed a letter to Elsa and Colin, saying that he would not be home for Christmas.

"Now that I think about it, I really regret it..."

Gawain shook his head and put away his wand. He said goodbye to Professor Lupin and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

"It's such a headache."