Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

(This chapter is late and I struggled to write it)

In the principal's room at Hogwarts, the strange silverware was emitting small streams of smoke. Fox stayed quietly on the golden branch, closing his eyes and enjoying Rollo's gentle touch.

The black tea placed on the table was slightly cold, but Dumbledore had not returned here yet.

But after a while, Fox opened his eyes and looked at the door. Dumbledore's footsteps also sounded at this time. He opened the office door and said apologetically:

"I kept you waiting for a long time. I wrote a letter to an old friend and took up some time."

"Do you need me to change you to a cup of hot tea?"

Dumbledore waved his finger gently, and the half-cooled black tea was replaced with a new one.

"Thank you Professor, but let's continue with the previous topic, okay?"

"Of course, I just wanted to tell you this."

Dumbledore nodded, and poured himself a cup of sweet drink. The alluring sweetness of the lethal amount of honey could be smelled across the table.

"You should have seen that just half an hour ago, Harry defeated Voldemort easily. Tom couldn't even touch Harry with the body he occupied."

"You should understand how powerful the magic his mother Lily Potter left on him is."

"It's a fact that I want to train Harry to be a warrior who can stand up to Tom Riddle after I'm gone, because there's no other person in the world who has more advantages than him."

Dumbledore took a sip of the sweet liquid and smacked his lips, then his voice dropped slightly.

"But that's not the whole reason why I chose Harry."

Dumbledore had already noticed Rollo's misunderstanding about him before, and he believed that he needed to explain clearly, whether to Rollo or Harry, when a well-intentioned concealment was misunderstood, the final bad result was that Dumbledore What Bledo didn't want to see.

"Harry's parents have sacrificed everything for him. As the son of a hero, Harry has the right to enjoy the life his parents have fought for him with all their efforts. He is more qualified than anyone else to enjoy a happy, happy and peaceful life."

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"As long as the honor of defeating Tom rests with his parents, Harry will not be involved in everything that happens next. But I finally told the wizarding world that it was Harry who defeated Voldemort. I concealed her mother's magic and He...brought a one-year-old child to the forefront."

"I feel deeply guilty for this, but this choice is also forced."

"Because Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux."

Dumbledore looked directly into Rollo's eyes and said seriously.

"On the night of the tragedy, Voldemort's body was destroyed after Lily's magic reflected the Killing Curse. At the same time, his soul became even more broken. One of the fragments of his soul was attached to Harry."

"Because I'm aware of this, even if I give him a peaceful life, even if I don't do such an extreme thing, Harry and Tom will eventually have a fateful showdown."

"As long as Harry doesn't die and he, as Voldemort's Horcrux, doesn't die, Voldemort will not be truly killed. After the tragedy that night, the fate of the two of them is closely linked, and they are tied together. Together."

"You asked me before, is Voldemort worth the price we pay?"

"He doesn't deserve it."

"But if the ultimate goal of such a price is not to kill Voldemort, but to save Harry's life, I think it is worth it."

"I did take it upon myself to design a small part of Harry's life, but I never thought of controlling his future."

"There is no savior in the world, Rollo."

Dumbledore's eyes seemed a little distracted, and his unfocused eyes seemed to be looking through space into a distance that Rollo didn't know about.

"There are only one or a few people in the world who do what they think is the right thing, but when they do it, they also save more people they don't know."

"Harry's path ahead is destined, and what I, an old man, can do for him is just to tell him that the enemy in his fate is not an undefeatable being. Courage is indeed rooted in the hearts of each of us. , but this courage also needs some guidance to make it sprout and grow."

"I have said these things to you to Harry before, but regarding the fact that he is Voldemort's Horcrux, I hope you will keep it a secret for the time being. It is not yet time for Harry to know the news. Growth requires moving forward step by step in a down-to-earth manner.”

"Harry will understand when necessary. As you reminded me, Harry is a smart boy, and reading more makes you smarter."

"Harry has some very good friends, good friends who will urge him to take big steps forward and strive towards excellence."

Dumbledore's words can be regarded as untying Rollo's knot. At least he figured out the real reason why Dumbledore let Voldemort go.

The world does not revolve around him. Dumbledore has more power than himself and has his own legitimate reasons.

"I should apologize to you, Professor. It was my bad attitude that offended you."

Rollo bowed his head and apologized to Dumbledore. Dumbledore could have given no excuse, but in the end he patiently and gently gave his reply and answer. Rollo also felt this kindness given to him personally. arrive.

"Don't worry about these things." Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand, "You can let me see such a wonderful duel. In fact, I am also very pleased."

"Hogwarts will have another outstanding wizard. This is my honor as the principal. Your excellence will also make Hogwarts more brilliant."

"Young people are sometimes a little impulsive, and I made a lot of mistakes when I was young. It is precisely because of these experiences that I understand one thing. Before the fog that shrouds the truth is lifted, no conclusion can be drawn. It’s all just speculation.”

"Also, I have some good news for you."

"Nico came back from vacation recently and is in good spirits. I wrote to make an appointment with him. After your exam is over, I will take you to him to discuss what style your portable zoo should be. "

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All I can say is that an old fox is an old fox.

Before, Rollo naively thought that he could tie Dumbledore to his chariot, but the fact turned out to be that Rollo owed Dumbledore a favor.

The sentence "Until the fog of truth is lifted, any conclusion can only be a guess" made Rollo understand that if he could not come up with something substantial, Dumbledore would not easily make a move.

He has passed the age of fantasy, and what he wants to do cannot be easily shaken by others. Ariana is indeed Dumbledore's unforgettable heartache, but if he wants to use this as a breakthrough, for today's Rollo Say, it is something that is simply impossible to do.

After going back and thinking about it for half the night, Luo Luo dismissed his previous plans and plans. After all, the power of others does not belong to him, and making himself stronger is the most practical and effective method.

The exam that started the next day was not difficult for Rollo or Harry.

Whether it's making a pineapple tap dance across a desk, turning a mouse into a snuff box, or mixing a bottle of forgetfulness potion, as long as you listen carefully to the class and practice seriously in class, you will basically What could go wrong.

However, individual accidents still happen occasionally. For example, when the blasting genius Seamus's pineapple reached the end, all the protruding buds on the body were blown away, allowing people to take a big bite without peeling it. Neville's Pineapple seemed to have inherited his character of being lost in the lake. Before reaching the finish line, he took a step back and turned around, and returned to the lake in a daze.

But compared to Ron, who had been copying homework all semester and had even forgotten the sentences of the Dancing Spell and the gesture of waving his staff, the two of them could definitely get high marks for their performance.

Without the well-meaning and studious Hermione to customize a review plan for him and urge him to review, a person's true nature is exposed. Maybe the embarrassment at the end of the semester will make him start to work hard?But who can say clearly about this kind of thing that can only be decided by oneself.

Rollo, who had just finished his History of Magic exam, said hello to Harry and the others and quickly came to Dumbledore's office.

The meeting with Nicoléme was something he had been waiting for a long time. In the Forbidden Forest, he used his own arrangements to trap the weak Voldemort. This success also allowed him to see the extraordinary side of magical creatures.

"Since you can't wait, let's set off. Nico is not in the UK, so this long journey may make you a little uncomfortable."

Fox landed lightly on Rollo's shoulder, and then a familiar fire flashed, and the figures of an old man and a young man were engulfed by the flash of fire and disappeared in an instant.

Compared to the rough teleportation of apparating a person into a tight rubber tube, the phoenix's teleportation is actually much gentler.

The golden red flames rotate and wrap around your body, and the warm fire licks your body. If it is a short distance, people will not even notice any discomfort, but when the transmission time becomes longer, the fire will be slightly dazzling. It will give people a dizzy feeling, and the feeling of being unable to touch the ground makes this feeling more and more prominent.

As they stepped onto the ground, Rollo, who felt slightly nauseous, retched.

"Would you like a cup of ginger tea? My child."

A gentle voice reached Rollo's ears. When he opened his eyes, he saw a well-maintained lady looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Madame Flamel, thank you very much."

Rollo spoke a little cautiously. He and Dumbledore had arrived in the living room of a low-key but luxurious mansion.

"It's an honor to meet you, too, Mr. Flamel."

"Don't be too formal, kid, sit down." Nicoléme, who was already full of white hair, nodded gently and pointed to the seat opposite him.

"You and Albus are really going to find things for me to do." Nicolas Flamel smiled and spoke with a hint of joking in his voice. His bright eyes could not tell that he was already 650 years old. .

"It's better than listening to those old stage plays every day. Moving your body helps your physical and mental health."

Mrs. Flamel, who was sitting next to him, didn't think there was anything wrong with being busier. An overly dull life was the biggest torment for them.

"No way." Nicol Flamel, who was a little unconvinced, immediately said: "I haven't missed a single Paris Fashion Week show. If I hadn't thought that I should give the opportunity to young people, huh~"

"I don't realize that your old-fashioned aesthetic has any connection with fashion."

Mrs. Flamel was unmoved and took a sip of fruit tea. "Although those fancy clothes also have no meaning."

Seeing the old couple starting to bicker, Rollo glanced at Dumbledore, but he could only shrug helplessly, as if he was used to this daily routine.

"I'm going to prepare some snacks for you," Mrs. Flamel, who had won the overall victory, stood up gracefully, and then gave special instructions to Dumbledore: "Little Albus, don't eat too many sweets, it will cause tooth decay."

Dumbledore, who was innocently lying at gunpoint, smiled bitterly and nodded. In Mrs. Flamel's eyes, Dumbledore, who was about a hundred years old, was really just a child who had not grown up.

"I heard that you want a portable zoo like that bad boy Newt?" Nicole Flamel, who got right to the point, took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

"Albus is really good at making excessive demands. He first persuaded me to die..."

There was no trace of embarrassment on Dumbledore's face as he stared at him.

"Then I thought about my magic stone again, and said that if it can't be brought to life and can't be taken away after death, it's better to make a toy for the child..."

Nicoléme rolled his eyes, "If I hadn't known your ancestor 500 years ago, Hannibal Volentfort Sadwind, I would have almost believed that you were this guy's illegitimate son."

"Ahem, cough..." Dumbledore suddenly coughed and held his forehead, "Don't say such nonsense, Nico, I will..."

"Have you only ever loved one person?" Nicoléme, who spoke with a hint of ridicule, encouraged: "You are already over 100 years old anyway, what else can't you let go of? The worst thing you can do is retire as soon as possible and then come to the house. Apologizing and taking your regrets to your grave is the last thing you should do."

"But I can't, Nico, I..." Dumbledore showed a trace of struggle on his face, "I can't do it."

"It's better not to mention my almanac. It's not appropriate to say this in front of children."

"Zhen Zhengzhen, I thought you had found a successor and could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that you are still the same idiot as before, you haven't changed at all."

Nicolas Flamel, who was somewhat uninterested, waved his hand indifferently. He knew Dumbledore's stubbornness very well. Since there was no change now, it was impossible to persuade him verbally.

"Mr. Flamel, you just said that Professor Dumbledore asked you to use the Sorcerer's Stone..."

This absolutely shocking news left Rollo in disbelief.

"Of course, the best permanent alchemy material in the world is the magic stone, but don't be too surprised, kid, I don't have just this kind of stone."

Nicoléme took out seven pebbles from his pocket, but only one was bright red.

"The magic stone that has exhausted its magic power no longer has its original magical abilities, but it is also one of the most cherished magic materials in the world, and this last one."

He pointed at the only bright red stone and said, "The magic power of this stone is actually close to drying up. Even if there is the correct formula, even a single sip of the elixir cannot be refined."

"That's why I allowed Dumbledore to take it away and use it as bait."

"To be honest, the magic stone is not a good thing. Whatever you get, fate has secretly marked its price. You have to pay as much as you gain. Alchemy is an exchange of equal value."

"It's just that the Philosopher's Stone pushed this feature to its peak, making eternity a reality that can be touched."

"Nothing in this world comes without paying a price, kid, you need to remember that."

"Remember, don't indulge in power. No matter how much mysterious and powerful life blood you have in your body, I still hope you can live well as a human being."

Nicoléme gave a meaningful warning.

"I should have mentioned just now that I know your ancestor, Hannibal Volantford Sadwind. He was lost in power and finally embarked on the path of madness."

"This...why haven't I heard you mention it to me, Nico?" Dumbledore said doubtfully.

"Of course it's because you didn't ask, Albus. It's very tiring for an old man to recall things from hundreds of years ago."

"Be bold and make demands, kid. There are really not many things in the world that I can't do."

The smiling Nicoléme leaned on the sofa, seemingly confident.