From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin left the Riddle House on the barren mountain with a low expression. He did not expect that Voldemort would be so decisive and directly give up his newly reborn body.

In the distance, Dumbledore's figure loomed, holding a sword in his right hand and a bloody snake head in his left hand, walking out of the fog.He looked at the old house behind Calvin that was gradually being swallowed up by the fire, and asked calmly: "Did you do it?"

Calvin shook his head, "I don't like using black magic. Voldemort put it himself."

"what's the result?"

"It's like destroying one of his Horcruxes." Calvin said half-truly, without telling Dumbledore the whole truth.

Dumbledore nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Calvin looked around, frowned and asked, "Where's Peter?"

Dumbledore threw the snake's head into the burning fire and said lightly, "I didn't see him. When I got here, I only saw this big snake."

"Didn't you see it?" Calvin sneered, "What a cowardly mouse, he even dared to disobey Voldemort's orders. I hope Voldemort won't torture him to death."

Calvin turned around and looked back at the dilapidated Riddle House. The fire on the top floor was like tarsal maggots, trying to devour everything.

"Albus, I have never used severe fire. I heard that it can burn everything. Is it true?" Calvin asked suddenly.

Although Dumbledore didn't know why Calvin asked, he still answered him seriously, "Yes, as far as I know, yes, out-of-control Li Fire will burn everything, including the user of Li Fire."

"Can you stop Li Huo?"

"It's difficult. I usually choose to rescue people who are threatened by the severe fire and wait for the severe fire to devour everything it touches." Dumbledore said sincerely.

"Oh, it sounds like you know Li Huo very well, Principal Dumbledore." Calvin asked with interest.

Dumbledore nodded, his silver beard trembling a little, "You can say that I know how to use the Fire Curse myself, and I once knew a master who played with Fire... You don't need to look at me like this, Calvin, I still have a certain understanding of black magic."

"Well, indeed," Calvin nodded thoughtfully, "So what happened to the master who played with Li Huo? Was he burned to death by Li Huo?"

Dumbledore looked at Calvin with a very strange look, "You are right to say that. His failure is sad."

"It's so stupid and ridiculous," Calvin sighed. "As the Far Easterners say, those who play with fire will burn themselves."

"I won't do this. I won't challenge things beyond my ability."

Calvin waved his wand, and the nearby clouds were pulled over by a powerful force, forming a dense dark cloud in the dark night.Dumbledore could clearly hear the faint thunder and the lightning in it under the dark clouds.

Soon, magic rain fell from the sky like an arrow, falling precisely on this area, extinguishing the fierce fire, leaving only the ruins of the wall that had not been swallowed up.

Dumbledore said with slight approval: "Rare magic can actually extinguish fierce fire."

Later, Calvin didn't want to talk more about this magic. He kindly reminded: "Dumbledore, you should go back and see Harry. I think he may not be able to sleep well tonight."

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Harry really didn't sleep well tonight. He had a terrible nightmare, dreaming that he was burned to death by a dark white flame, and the person who set the fire turned out to be himself.

Fortunately, just when the forest-white flames were about to engulf Harry, the severe pain in his forehead woke him up from the nightmare.

Harry sat on the bed, breathing heavily and covering his forehead with his hands in pain.He looked around. Seamus and Ron were sleeping soundly, especially Ron, who was holding a pillow tightly with his arms, while Neville seemed to be sleeping lightly, rolling around on the bed often.

Harry got up gently from the bed without disturbing anyone, quietly descended the stairs and slipped into the Gryffindor common room.

The lounge was dark, except for a candlelight in the corner, which was the Weasley twins.They were sighing sadly over a piece of parchment.

"It still doesn't work." I don't know whether it was George or Fred who spoke. "There are a lot of problems. The coverage area is not enough, the accuracy of the human trace spell is not enough, and our alchemy level is also far behind. There is no way to use it on the sheepskin." The paper shows everyone’s name.”

"Tsk, I really don't know how those four seniors made it," another said. "Why do you think you lost it?"

"Huh? You're blaming me now. I remember that the map is jointly kept by the two of us."

"Now is not the time to argue about this. Is there anything you can do?"

"I don't know," the man at the beginning said angrily, "How about asking Cedric tomorrow, maybe he has some good ideas for his magic painting."

"Hey! We agreed to keep this secret and not tell others."

"The problem is that we can't restore the original map, and we can't even imitate a simplified version. Do you want to tell Professor Capet..."

Harry listened for a while, then tiptoed away from them and walked along the wall to the other end of the Gryffindor lounge, where a fireplace was raised under the cover of a row of tall seats.

"Sirius, Sirius," Harry called softly to the burning fireplace, "are you there? I have something to tell you."

Soon, the face of a middle-aged man with long hair emerged from the flames in the fireplace. His neck shook slightly, as if he was brushing off excess sparks.

Sirius' head made of flames looked at Harry sitting on the chair, and asked half sternly and half concerned, "Harry, why don't you sleep so late?"

"Black, I'm... in a bit of a situation." Harry said hesitantly. He didn't know if calling his godfather for a nightmare was a bit of a fuss, or if he just wanted to find someone to talk to.

Harry fiddled with the firewood in the fireplace with the poker in his hand and said hesitantly, "Sirius, I just...just had a nightmare. I dreamed that I released a kind of forest-white flame and burned myself to death. Then the one on my forehead The scar started to hurt, it hurt so much that it woke me up."

Sirius thought that Harry, who had been lacking the love of his family for a long time, wanted to be favored by his family, so he used such a trivial matter as an excuse to call him.

He smiled, not intending to expose his godson's lies, but said with a gentleness unique to a middle-aged man, "It's just a nightmare, there's no need to be so scared. You have to remember, you are a Gryffindor." student."

"No, it's not this nightmare," Harry shivered, as if recalling some not-so-good memories, "This is the second time in a month."