Hogwarts and the Unspeakable

"Okay, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Alan to the concert now."

After chatting for a while, the sun slowly set, leaving only a trace of afterglow.

After Sir Humphrey Appleby consciously explained everything, he politely prepared to go to the next trip.

Although it was a straightforward explanation of "if you exuse me", Sir Han's etiquette was never faulty at all, and it seemed as if he really cared about Bernard's opinion.

Even though we all know Humphrey doesn't care.

Seeing his father and Bernard both stand up, Allen also stood up obediently and began to pack away his small stool and books.

Well-behaved, cute and sensible. At first glance, he looks like a young successor who can carry on Humphrey's legacy.

Allen was wearing a small suit, and even though he was ten years old, he looked even younger.

Since he was going to attend a formal concert next, Humphrey had personally put a small bow tie on his son.

In English, they generally call this quality "sound".

Father is kind, son is filial, brother, friend and brother are respectful, creating a peaceful and peaceful scene.

However, at this moment, Allen, who was bending over to pack the stool, suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt his heartbeat suddenly stop for a beat.

"thump."

"thump."

"Thump thump thump thump thump X......&@!&@) ()*"

Again.

As the night approaches the full moon again, his call comes again.

Despite being prepared early, it was still too scary for Allen.

He tried his best to control his body and mind so as not to fall into madness.

His eyes rolled up involuntarily, but he knew that this feeling would disappear in a few seconds.

This also gave him a reason to continue to hold on to his sanity.

At this time, a call came that seemed to transcend all information and come from the vicissitudes of ancient times. Just hearing it was enough to make people fall into eternal madness. Just listening to this sound is enough to make people feel the fear of the infinite time and eternity of the universe, and the shudder of the infinite darkness and incomparable loneliness of the lightless universe. That's light, that's the crazy teeth-squeaking sound of hydrogen and helium combined with oxygen. It's like the universe is grinding its teeth.

However, Allen is actually not an ordinary person. He has extremely strong willpower and endurance.

For some reason, his willpower was enough to withstand this extremely mysterious and terrifying summons.

Until then, all the information and feelings that are infinitely long and vast and come from nowhere are completely transmitted.

Finally, it condensed into one sentence, floating in front of Allen's eyes like floaters.

“ph‘ngluimglw‘nafhCthulhuR‘lyehwgah‘naglfhtagn“

This sentence was not finished at all, and was ultimately transmitted in the form of an afterimage.

A generous hand touched Allen's shoulder.

"What happened? Son."

Humphrey stared at Allen with serious and concerned eyes.

Allen shook his head gently, he knew this was the world of "Harry Potter".

After all, the Ministry of Magic, Britain, and Voldemort, these three pieces of information were combined together, plus I had watched a whole set of movies.

There is no doubt that this conclusion can be deduced. However, there is never a single word in the entire Harry Potter books or movies that mentions this sheer horror. If there is no solution, and the people who care about you and also care about you are sad for something in vain, it is better not to say anything and endure it silently.

Time travel comes at a cost.

Allen knew this early on. I'm afraid that I have already registered with the ancient god.

Every full moon night, he had to face the whispers of the ancient gods alone.

But even so, every day of survival is earned.

He was extremely grateful to God. In this life, he had a family member who loved him. Sometimes he would even shed tears of happiness.

A forced but hard-working smile appeared on Allen's pale face.

"fine."

"I'm sorry to say (to be polite), I'm just a little uncomfortable."

"Let's go to the concert."

Sir Humphrey Appleby ruffled Alan's hair.

"Your hair is covered in sweat and you say it's okay. Do you want to go to the concert?"

"Aren't you going to meet Sir Arnold there? I think it's very important to you."

Allen knew that Sir Arnold was Humphrey's immediate boss.

Humphrey smiled, helped Allen zip up his schoolbag, held Allen's little hand, and walked slowly.

"not going."

"Let's go home."

The setting sun pulled the shadows of the two people into the distance. . .

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"My dear son, why are you so interested in China?"

Humphrey and Alan were in the back seat of the car, with the Ministry of Magic providing them with a personal driver.

Allen couldn't say that he lived in China in his previous life, so he could only make jokes.

"I think Chinese beauties are very beautiful."

This sentence amused both of them.

"People are big and little devils."

Sir Humphrey poked Alan gently on the forehead.

Then transform the smiling face into a serious face.

"I think so too." (quiteso)

"Ha ha ha ha"

The driver smiled even more, but found that he was the only one laughing and felt embarrassed, so he quickly changed his expression.

"There are magicians not only in Britain, right?"

Allen raised a question that he had always been concerned about.

“Of course”

Sir Humphrey put on a matter-of-fact expression.

"Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, there are so many."

"Washington, Harbin, Moscow"

"Maari, Tokugawa"

"What other Nanyang, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Chukotka, Hawaii, Rome, Shigatse, Almaty, Sri Lanka, Damascus, Dagestan, Cordoba, Casablanca"

“And the clock tower.”

"There are too many to even check."

Sir Humphrey scratched his head.

"What's puzzling is that even H.R.R.C. can still produce powerful mages in some places."

"What is H.R.R.C?"

Allen asked.

"Human resources country. (A country rich in human resources). There are many people but little money. People come here to ask for money."

Sir Humphrey smiled.

"By the way, you can't even imagine what kind of catalyst the Chinese 'Alchemists' use."

"They don't use staffs like us."

As soon as Allen heard this, he felt a little wilted and seemed a little depressed.

"They would use jade, and if it broke, they would have to buy another one. How fun!"

However, the wilted Allen was not in the mood to reply.

"Don't mind, you are my son. Even if you don't go to Hogwarts, St. Paul's or Winchester are good choices."

Humphrey touched his head and said with relief.

What Sir Humphrey never expected was that Alan, as the son of a pure-blood noble family, would not have any magical riots.

The reason is not that Allen is a squib.

Quite the opposite.

It was because the mental power of madness and mania in his mind warned him,

He could feel that if he couldn't suppress his power, everything would be over.

Once this majestic power is combined with the whispers of the ancient gods, he will fall into complete madness.