Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

"Okay, here we are."

With a bright firelight, the figures of Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Elena appeared on the wooden floor of the principal's office, and of course, the girl's two heavy suitcases.

"Thank you, Fox."

Dumbledore nodded toward the phoenix, which flew back to rest on the bird stand, and showed a warm smile.

Even for the magical phoenix, it is not an easy task to bring three people back to Hogwarts across such a long distance. Fortunately, this is the time when Phoenix Fox's magic is at its peak.

"A lot quieter than I expected."

Grindelwald stood by the window, looking at the peaceful Black Lake under the night, with a somewhat complicated tone.

It has been 46 years. To be precise, if we count from the time he met Albus Dumbledore in the summer of 1899, a full 92 years have passed. This is the first time he has come to this magical place that Dumbledore said. castle.

"Of course, it's lights-out time now. The students have returned to their dormitories and are getting ready to sleep."

Returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at the brass pendulum clock on the table, and replied with a smile.

"The bedroom upstairs is quite spacious. I usually take my nap there. Gellert, you can rest on my bed tonight. In fact, I think we still need to discuss some details about magic. "

There is a fundamental difference between adding a new visitor to Hogwarts and adding a new member of staff.

This is not just a form or an explanation for teachers and students, but more importantly, all teachers will inevitably form some kind of wonderful connection with this castle through a contract - this involves extremely advanced name magic and contracts. magic.

Of course, all this is not difficult when faced with the joint efforts of two of the most outstanding wizards of the contemporary era, especially one of them has spent most of his life in this castle, which may be the most difficult thing in the history of Hogwarts. The most senior principal.

What really bothers Grindelwald and Dumbledore are the ubiquitous ghosts and some details. Time is the most terrifying monitor. If you fail to consider all the links clearly, it is very likely that all preparations will fail. It fell short because of some extremely small places.

"Sorry, honey. You may need to go back to the lounge by yourself first."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Elena in the office, shrugging slightly apologetically.

As he spoke, he took out his wand and tapped the suitcase lightly. The large black box that was originally clinging to the floor floated lightly, as if it had turned into two hydrogen balloons, swaying slightly with the airflow in mid-air. .

"The password is, Pu Rong Rong."

"but……"

After glancing at Dumbledore, Elena reluctantly raised her finger to poke at the light suitcase. After thinking about it, she confessed dejectedly, "Professor Dumbledore, I don't know anyone from the principal's office to Hutch." Path to the Patch Common Room.”

Elena is very aware of her shortcomings. She doesn't want to be alone with two suitcases, like a lonely ghost walking through a maze in a huge castle, and then waiting for some kind ghost to take her out for a walk. Take it back to the dormitory.

It was still very cold at night in the Scottish Highlands, which was not a good time for her to show off.

"I know, that's why I said the password for the Gryffindor common room."

Dumbledore blinked flexibly, pointed to the golden and red lion pattern on Elena's chest, and explained with a smile:

"I have already communicated with Professor McGonagall about your special situation, so you now have a bed in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory. Of course, in terms of courses, you mainly follow the exclusive class schedule. to execute.”

Gryffindor?

Hey hey~ Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a cute little beaver.

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"Professor Dumbledore, you are indeed a good person who cares about students. I will not disturb the world between you and Mr. Grindelwald. Bye."

The dissatisfaction on Elena's face was instantly wiped away. Under Dumbledore's somewhat unclear eyes, she happily ran out of the principal's office pushing two suitcases.

Now that there is a cute little beaver to tease, Elena is naturally too lazy to continue to stay in the principal's office to watch the scenes between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. As for what Dumbledore said about preparing an extra bed - sorry, she The only thing wrong with people is that they don't know their bed when they sleep.

……

Walking confidently through the Fat Lady's portrait, Elena pushed the floating suitcase into the Gryffindor girls' dormitory. With the help of the faint light of fluorescent lights, she placed the suitcase properly in the room marked "Elena" "Kaslana" under the bed.

Then, Elena extinguished the light of the wand and tiptoed towards the bedside of a certain first-grade lolita.

After a whole week of training, students of any grade are very tired. Even after two days of weekend rest, the physical pain has only been slightly relieved.

Therefore, although less than an hour had passed since the lights were turned off, most of the girls had already fallen asleep deeply. The entire girls' dormitory was quiet except for the slight breathing of the girls.

Hermione Granger, who is responsible for part of the training guidance for first-year students, is no exception. After a week, the baby fat on the girl's face has obviously disappeared by a small circle, and her eyebrows can't help but have a little bit of a look. Elena's majesty.

"Elena, when will you come back..."

Hermione frowned, hugged the pillow, and let out a low murmur.

These days, she was not the only one, everyone asked Hagrid this question almost every day.However, the answer was the same every time - Elena was receiving treatment outside the school due to her injuries and would be back soon.

For this reason, Hermione has hardly given them a good look these days, including Malfoy, Goyle and Crabbe. After all, in her opinion, one of the culprits that caused Elena's injury was... One, just the three of them.

Drowsily, Hermione felt a little itchy on the back of her neck, as if someone was secretly breathing on her.

Vaguely, a warm and soft body pressed tightly against her back, making it impossible for her to stretch her arms comfortably. It was as if the white-haired ball that suddenly got under her quilt a few days ago was back. .

Is it a dream again?

Hermione muttered, stretched out her little hand to brush away a few strands of silver-white hair on her cheeks, and was about to change her position to continue sleeping. Suddenly her whole body froze, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and slowly turned her head to look behind her.

I saw a little silver-haired witch who was concentrating on holding the ends of her hair and drawing circles on her face. There was a familiar evil smile and a pleasant expression on her shimmering face.

"You! Uh..."

Hermione Granger's eyes widened instantly, and before the sound came out, Elena's lips were once again blocked by Elena's skillful hands, suppressing her screams back in her throat.

"Shh, everyone is asleep, don't wake them up."

Elena blinked and said pitifully, "Anyway, as you can see, I'm back. And then I didn't find my way back to the Hufflepuff common room. You didn't plan for me to come back for the first time. One day, just kick me out of the lounge all alone."

As she spoke, Elena squeezed into Hermione's bed, squinting her eyes comfortably - this is the beautiful Hogwarts Castle, and the deserted Nurmengard can't compare with it.

"Where have you been these days? Everyone is worried about you."

Hermione held Elena's cheeks with both hands and looked around, lowered her voice and whispered with concern, "By the way, are your injuries healed? Are you okay?"

hurt?

How could everyone as far away as Hogwarts know that she had just been injured?

Elena was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted.

Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, this was the excuse the spicy old carrot gave everyone for kidnapping her.

"It's not completely healed, but I brought the doctor to the school to get the details. Professor Dumbledore should tell everyone tomorrow morning."

Elena glanced at the little beaver with a concerned expression on her face, scratched her cheek uncomfortably and changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Speaking of which, how was the result of the training?"

"Sorry, we are the last..."

Speaking of this, Hermione looked a little embarrassed and scared, "Because the day after you left, everyone was poisoned because of eating poisonous mushrooms. It took a whole day of rescue before everyone woke up. And Also with us are the seniors and seniors from the seventh grade."

"Poisonous mushrooms?"

The look on Elena's face became a little weird. No wonder that one of the positions Dumbledore arranged for Grindelwald this time was that of one of the therapists in the school infirmary at Hogwarts. It turned out that this was also the reason.

"Okay, so which grade is No. 1? The third grade led by Professor Snape, or the sixth grade led by Professor McGonagall."

Now that the seventh grade has been wiped out, in Elena's opinion, if nothing unexpected happens, the final winner should be born from these two grades.

After all, except for these two professors who have a particularly strong desire to win and lose, the configurations of other grades are relatively weak.

"neither."

Hermione shook her head slightly, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, "The fourth-year seniors led by Professor Quirrell overtook the total score at the last minute and won the first place in the school. According to them, Yes, I don’t know why, but every time Professor Quirrell turns away from them, they feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.”

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