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Godric Gryffindor opened his eyes.

He remembered that he was dead, most likely Slytherin.

In the final vision, Slytherin's indifferent smile made him feel cold all over.

There is no reason.If Slytherin wanted to do something, he wouldn't have to wait that long.

Was it because he was plotted by the blood clan?

But I didn't feel any hurt at the time, and if this is the case, how can Slytherin's expression be explained?

The realization that Salazar Slytherin had killed him exploded in his head like a bomb.Gryffindor curled up on the ground.He never believed that Slytherin would kill him.

no way.

He was trying to figure it out, and then he noticed the fabric that was catching his limbs.

What's going on here?

Gryffindor sat up, looking at the clothes and shoes on his body that were more than a circle too big.This strange situation diverted his thinking about the cause of his death.He looked around, and he was still by the lake in the center of the Forbidden Forest.

It was still dark.

He waved his hand, and a string of pale green numbers appeared in the air: 23: 3325/51972

"Merlin!" He yelled, and found that his voice was also four or five years old.

At this time, he saw a little flickering fluorescent light swaying towards where he was in the distance.The light stopped after he yelled, and went out.Gryffindor got up and took a step forward to get close to the person, but his boots, which had now grown to his thighs, stumbled firmly.He cursed angrily, put a few transformation spells on his clothes, and then planned to get up.

He heard a titter, like the voices of boys.Fluorescent lights up again.Four twelve or thirteen-year-old boys wearing gold and red scarves from Gryffindor College appeared in front of his eyes.

The boys were obviously stunned when they saw him, and hurriedly pulled him up from the ground.

A pudgy boy, somewhat bewildered, said to one of the boys with wild black hair, "James, it's a kid."

The boy known as "James" scratched his already disheveled hair and said, "Hogwarts doesn't have kids that young. He must have come from outside." Next to him was a similarly dark-haired, But the taller boy, who was much neater than him, interjected, "Maybe it's a transformation of some magical creature, not necessarily a wizard."Finally, a brown-haired, medium-sized boy touched his head and said, "Fortunately, he didn't cry, he fell quite hard just now."

Gryffindor stood up straight, finding it hard to accept such treatment.He cleared his throat, "Thank you, I'll go first."

"Wait," the tall black-haired boy grabbed Gryffindor, "Are you a Hogwarts student?"

"No", Gryffindor replied, at his age, it is impossible to be a student of Hogwarts.

"Entry is forbidden in the Forbidden Forest," said the boy, turning to his front, looking at him suspiciously, "How did you get into Hogwarts and fall here again?"

"Let's take him to see the professor, Sirius," the brown-haired boy held him by the shoulders and held him in his arms.

Gryffindor wrenched himself out of the boy's arms, "I'm fine," he said gruffly.

The strange situation was driving him mad.

"Go and meet the professor with us!" The messy-haired boy rushed over from behind and picked him up, with a burst of momentum he lifted him up and shook him a few times, Gryffindor involuntarily gave himself two An iron armor and three levitating spells.

In the end it was the brown-haired boy who got his feet back on solid ground.

In this way, five people went to meet the headmaster - Albus Dumbledore.

Gryffindor looked around his office.

What a difference, he said to himself.Those light yellow wallpapers on the wall and these interesting silverware definitely didn’t exist in his time. He looked at the opposite “principal” who looked about a hundred years old, had a white beard and white hair, and a pair of blue eyes. , looked around.The old man also pushed the half-moon glasses on the twisted hooked nose and looked at him.

The four boys just now had told them in detail about their windfall in the Forbidden Forest, "a child", that is, him, and left excitedly after being deducted [-] points.

"I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts Grand, and my name is Albus Dumbledore. What's your name, little gentleman?" Dumbledore asked kindly, calling him a cup of hot milk.This child who suddenly appeared in the Forbidden Forest actually aroused the magical response from Hogwarts Castle, especially from Gryffindor College.

"My name is", Gryffindor paused, put down the milk in his hand awkwardly, "I don't want to drink this", he explained, and then said, "My name is Rick Grand." He thought for a while , or decided to use a pseudonym.

"Mr. Gran," asked Dumbledore, putting away the milk and offering him a cup of hot cocoa, "do you know what magic is?"

Gryffindor gave him a surprised look, and then realized that he was not the famous white wizard, and replied, "I know."

"Oh, did your mother or father tell you?" asked Dumbledore?

"I'm a wizard, I don't know how I got here, I don't have parents anymore." Gryffindor couldn't bear such a conversation, so he simply finished it all at once.

"Oh, that's it." Dumbledore stood up from his chair and looked at the blond boy. "Where do you live now?"

"A long way from here," Gryffindor replied casually.

"Then how about you stay here for one night today?" Dumbledore came over and took his hand, leading him to a bedroom next door.

"Thank you, Headmaster."Gryffindor said sincerely.