Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

The Christmas banquet at Hogwarts did not disappoint. Although there were not many students left in the school, the auditorium was still full of joyful atmosphere.

I wonder if the hundred fat turkeys that I can’t finish eating will end up in Lu Wei’s stomach after tonight. Maybe the mountains of barbecue would be more tempting if they weren’t paired with boiled potatoes?

After filling the last space in his stomach with fiery red Christmas pudding and wine-soaked jam pudding, Rollo stretched and walked slowly towards his room.

He lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out. With the gentle movement of his fingers, a piece of parchment that had not been opened for a long time floated in front of his eyes.

"I solemnly swear that I have done nothing good."

With the tap of his fingers, the threads of ink spread out, and the complete map of Hogwarts was revealed in front of him. It took almost no effort for Rollo to find Harry in the Gryffindor Tower where few people were there. The little black spot of profit.

"It's really embarrassing for you to put so much thought into the layout, Professor."

When Rollo came into contact with the Invisibility Cloak this morning, he felt a subtle fluctuation of magic power. This definitely did not come from the Invisibility Cloak. If it had such a big flaw, it would not be worthy of the title of Deathly Hallows.

His keen magic perception, which is far beyond ordinary wizards, is no different from those magical creatures with naturally powerful magic power. Because of this, such subtle fluctuations cannot escape his perception.

Then the thing is very simple. Dumbledore cast a clever little magic on the invisibility cloak, and his purpose in doing so was just to guide Harry to what he thought was the right path.

The prophecy that has been half verified is the main reason why Dumbledore did this. Voldemort, who is now extremely weak, is no match for Dumbledore at all, and his remnant soul staying in the Albanian forest is not nothing. At least Dumbledore knew the secret.

Rollo didn't think that a white wizard who could be called the White Devil would really be unable to find out the remnant soul of Voldemort, he just didn't want to do it.

He wanted to train a successor for himself, a successor who could support this dilapidated house on his behalf.

Dumbledore, who was powerful and had countless honors, had become very tired after hundreds of years. Immortality was not a sweet fruit for him.

After he killed his own sister Ariana, witnessed the rise of his best friend Grindelwald in black flames, and finally imprisoned him in Nurmengard himself, there were some things behind Dumbledore's dazzling figure. Just holes that cannot be filled.

This is why when Voldemort was raging in England, Dumbledore was living in Hogwarts and did not stand up immediately. He did not want to stand up, but he was considered to be 'the only person Voldemort is afraid of'. Dumbledore Bullido had to step up when people needed him most.

While the glory that filled his body brought him glory, it also became his shackles, making him unable to seek death or silence.

England needs Dumbledore. This ancient and decadent magical world needs a pillar named Dumbledore to prop up its decaying body to maintain its vitality.

The arrival of that prophecy and the arrival of Harry became the place where the overwhelmed Dumbledore's soul rested. He found an excuse to take off his shackles and die calmly. No one was more suitable than the boy who became the savior. Replace yourself with someone else.

Maybe in the great adventure of the afterlife, he will not repeat the same mistakes. He will hold Ariana's hand and apologize sincerely, asking her to forgive him for being an irresponsible brother. He will wait for the arrival of his best friend, where there is no one. The disturbed afterlife joins hands with him again.

To complete a greater adventure for a greater good.

Such a life is what Dumbledore considers to be a complete, perfect, and regret-free life.

If he could do it all over again, he would not want to be a radiant white wizard. He would just watch the sunset with the person he loves the most, and spend every day peacefully and warmly with his family he loves the most.

'But these are all unattainable dreams...'

Dumbledore looked at the Mirror of Erised in front of him, sighing silently. He disconnected his sight from the mirror and hid the warm and happy scene deep in his heart.

There were footsteps approaching, and he knew that Harry was coming.

Dumbledore disappeared, quietly looking at the immature boy in front of him in the shadow, watching him stretch out his hand to touch the mirror, but was froze with joy and sadness by the coldness transmitted by his fingertips. of tears.

Perhaps at this moment, Dumbledore would apologize to Harry in his heart. He was sorry for this boy. He used this boy to become a tool for him to seek relief and die calmly.

'But what does this have to do with me? '

After seeing Harry's name coincide with Dumbledore's, Rollo, who closed the Marauder's Map, strengthened his belief.

"You are doing it for yourself, and I am doing it for myself."

"If there is a chance later, I will calculate another reward."

"I'm sorry that I might ruin your hero training game, but for the sake of those countless cute hybrid creatures, old man, please feel aggrieved again."

"What's more, the world will not stop running without anyone. This crumbling house in England will collapse if you are gone, so why not demolish it and build a new one before it collapses?"

"Behave well, Germa. I will use galleons to pave the way for you and cast it into golden steps. Don't let me down."

After a final moment of reading, Rollo turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

"I will make the world the way I like..." In his dream, Luo Luo murmured, with a slight smile on his lips: "In the name of fraternity and protection, let's live in harmony. .”

Time flies by, and the Christmas holiday comes to an end amidst the continuous surprises.

The morning light of 1992 arrived, and the little wizards also embarked on their return.

Some noisy footsteps were mixed with excitement and excitement. The noise coming from outside the dormitory made Harry raise his head.

Due to the incident with the Mirror of Erised, Harry had hardly left his dormitory in the past few days in order to clear his mind. The invisibility cloak was placed on the bottom floor of his box. The books he borrowed from the library one after another became his distraction. A good tool to focus your mind and stop random thoughts.

"Looks like they're back!"

Harry stood up from his chair, ready to go out immediately to find Hermione and Draco, but when he was stuffing the books on the table into his bag, the door to the dormitory was pushed open.

Harry's eyes met the visitor's, and both of them paused at this moment, a trace of embarrassment appearing in the dormitory.

"Good afternoon, Ron."

Harry spoke slightly stiffly. After not talking to Ron for several months, he still felt that he could not find the familiarity he once had. Even though they almost didn't see each other and lived in the same dormitory, they seemed like a couple. Like a stranger.

Harry didn't want to continue such an inexplicable cold war. Even if he was angry, it should be over after a few months. He prayed that the twins would really have a good talk with Ron when they returned home and stop making fun of him.

Harry, who didn't wait for Ron's answer, was stunned for a moment, but when Ron walked past him carrying a bag, he tentatively asked again.

"I know you are very good at wizard chess. I wonder if you would like a Christmas gift?"

This sentence nailed Ron's footsteps to the spot. He turned around slowly, and the conspicuous freckles on his somewhat numb face turned slightly red. He didn't know what kind of emotion he was expressing.

Ron's lips moved, but he couldn't spit out a complete word, so he picked up the bag in his hand and reached out to fumble inside.

"I'm different from your friends." Ron raised his chin slightly and glanced at Harry, who was a head shorter than him. "You can't beat me even if you use these fancy chess pieces. Damn it." It’s talent and strength.”

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned, and these harsh words made him confused.

"Stop your hypocrisy, Potter, aren't you mocking me for being a poor guy?"

An unpacked box of wizard chess was held in Ron's hand.

"When did I ever say -"

Harry's words were rudely interrupted.

"Perhaps following that little black devil who smells like copper, he did leak a lot of gold to you. You should make good use of the pocket money he gives you. I don't like this kind of thing. ..."

"Hmph~" Ron hummed a short sound and dropped the wizard chess box in his hand to the ground.

A set of sparkling crystal chess pieces were scattered on the floor, and the broken crystals exploded into fine debris. If they hadn't been very forceful, they wouldn't have appeared so fragile.

"I'm not the same person as you. I didn't need any gold galleons to get into the Quidditch team, and then I spent money to win. You make me feel sick."

"You have become a disgrace to Gryffindor by hanging out with that guy who deserves to be in Azkaban, as well as those guys who are willing to be dogs and fawn over him!"

"When you are implicated by him and enter Azkaban, I will watch you cry bitterly from across the cage."

"A dark wizard will always be a dark wizard, and those who go with a dark wizard will not end well!"

These words were completely puzzling and full of deep resentment, making Harry unable to recover for a moment. This unexpected words were actually his first conversation with Ron after Christmas?

Seeing Harry's speechless expression, Ron couldn't help but feel proud and turned around triumphantly, but he also heard Harry's words from behind that contained some emotion.

"I don't need Rollo's gold. My parents left me a rich inheritance, which turned into a mountain of gold..."

Harry's cold voice seemed to sting Ron's heart again.

"Rolo doesn't need Jin Gallon to join the team. He has proven everything with his own strength. You are the only one who is blind."

This unabashed ridicule made Ron turn around, and he saw Harry, whose face was red with anger.

"I have never said or laughed at your poverty, because six months ago, I couldn't even find a coin in my pocket. Since I was a child, I could only watch other children laughing and eating snacks, and then from there Passed by me."

"I once had no friends, nothing like what you have. I once thought you were my friend. You were indeed my first friend after coming to Hogwarts."

"But now—" Harry took a deep breath.

"You are the most unreasonable and neurotic lunatic I have ever seen. Maybe my previous judgment was wrong. It's not that you are far worse than your brothers, but that you don't deserve to be compared with your brothers at all."

"Ronald Weasley! You are useless and can only deduct points from Gryffindor. Are you worthy of being compared with me and my friends?"

"What if I hear any groundless slander from you about my friends in the future!"

With a hint of ferocity on his face, Harry glared at Ron, watching the freckles on his face become increasingly red until they looked like they were almost bleeding.

"I will never let you go, I will give you an unforgettable lesson!"

"You have the ability to come!"

Ron roared angrily and his blood surged. He dropped the bag in his hand, scattered all kinds of Christmas gifts on the floor, and rushed towards Harry with his fists waving.

"There are many obstacles!"

Harry pulled out his wand with lightning speed and flicked his wrist. He had taught himself more than one grade of spells, and this was one of the spells he had newly learned that would not hurt anyone.

Although he is better at disarming spells, it is obviously not suitable for his current situation.

Ron, who was instantly knocked away by the spell, fell onto his bed with a loud muffled sound, and several people who ran in from outside the dormitory door quickly stopped Harry.

"Harry! Calm down! You have to calm down!"

Neville, Seamus, and Dean, who noticed something was wrong in the dormitory, didn't dare to disturb them just now. Instead, they carefully leaned on the crack of the door and looked in.

"Yeah, Harry, you need to calm down."

After Seamus, Dean also continued to comfort the emotional Harry.

"Yes...yes...if Professor McGonagall knows..." Neville said to Harry pitifully: "That would be a big trouble."

"If he doesn't come at me like a gorilla with his fists pumping."

Harry put away his wand and exhaled, but his beating heart made it difficult for him to calm down completely.

"I need to go out for some air, or go see Professor McGonagall."

"I'm fine, just let me go. It's him who needs to reflect."

Harry glanced at Ron's position. Although Ron was trapped by the Obstacle Curse, he was struggling constantly, but he could not escape the effect of the spell. He did not know how to unblock the Obstacle Curse and could not undo the spell.

After Harry left the dormitory, it didn't take long for the news of the dormitory duel to spread to everyone. In terms of gossip, the energetic little lions were the most enthusiastic about it among the four major colleges.

The fact that could no longer be concealed naturally could not escape the ears of Professor McGonagall. When Harry took the initiative to explain the reasons and apologized to Professor McGonagall, the verdict on the matter fell quickly.

The little lion with nothing to eat left in disinterest, but there was not a lot of joking chatter in the common room.