[HP] Missy and Mischief

"Yeah, at least Voldemort will never guess the name of the Muggle lemon hard candy." Cassandra held her forehead weakly.

Dumbledore motioned them into the headmaster's room.

Cassandra seemed to hear loud voices before entering, but after entering, the portraits of the former male and female principals seemed to have fallen asleep within three seconds, snoring softly, and some of their heads were leaning back on the armchairs , some leaning lazily by the photo frame.Dumbledore's personal silverware sat on a slender-legged table, spinning silently, puffing out puffs of smoke.

"Ah...it's you again," Phineas Nigellus stroked his little black beard, and his sharp eyes turned back and forth between the three of them, and finally settled on Cassandra, " I thought you really dumped them both, young Slytherin."

He stretched his arms and let out a long yawn, "But entering Hogwarts at a time like this... I must say, you're very 'courageous'..."

"Enough, Phineas," Dumbledore interrupted the portrait's sneering sarcasm, "I think this is a conversation between us."

Sitting on the tall principal's chair, he gathered his hands into a tower, carefully looked at Fred, George, and Cassandra, and found that each of them was fine, so he regained that kind and calm expression.

—and this made Cassandra feel as if everything was under his control.Although Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes were only watching them calmly at the moment, and although he did not reproach them for trying to break into the headmaster's office, Cassandra felt a chill run down her back.

Why was Dumbledore so certain of her return that he anticipated the Death Eater attack in France?

"It seems that your reception has been very successful, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore in a very soft voice. "I must admit that I do not agree with the actions of the Ministry of Magic in many cases, but fortunately none of you have been affected. substantial harm."

"Speaking of which, Professor," said Fred, "we're giving them a little trouble."

"Yeah, French wizards may think of dung eggs when they mention their ministers in the future." George said jokingly.

"They can't do anything to me yet," Cassandra said, defensive in her voice.Her suspicions about Dumbledore peaked the moment she stepped into the headmaster's office.What else is he planning?

"Your bravery in battle puts almost everyone to shame, Miss Wolflin," said Dumbledore. "It was much more than I expected, even more so than when little Mr. Malfoy came to me. .”

"Draco came to you? He—did he join—" Cassandra asked immediately, unaware that she was following the other party's pace of conversation.

Fred and George raised their eyebrows at the endearing address.

"—Order of the Phoenix?" said Dumbledore, sizing Cassandra over the top of his half-moon spectacles. What to do with them. Although the truth is not far off-they spent almost the whole summer at Black's ancestral home."

Cassandra did not expect that after Lucius was imprisoned, they really quickly changed their direction.But Dumbledore didn't seem to need her answer, and continued: "In general, it's wise to do so, and I'm glad I didn't see that mark on the arm of Mr. Malfoy."

"So, what do they need to do for you?" Cassandra recovered from her surprise and asked sharply.Her skepticism led her to question Dumbledore, because he always seemed to know everyone, because he seemed to have calculated everything in secret but never said it.

"They don't need to do anything for me," Dumbledore said calmly, "everyone is responsible for their own future, and if one day they do something that is not their intention, it is for our common enemy, and Not for me—a bad old man who thinks he's smart."

"I don't understand why. Everyone says the only person Voldemort is afraid of is you, Professor Dumbledore," said Cassandra, her green eyes looking at the half-moon glasses on the headmaster's crooked nose, "but you seem to be afraid of something , have been waiting - what are you waiting for? Waiting for Potter - I heard he is now being called 'the savior' by the British press, waiting for him to kill all the Death Eaters?"

"Very perceptive, Miss Wolflin," said Dumbledore.

"Can we stop going around in circles?" Fred couldn't help interjecting. "I seem to be listening to Percy talking to the Minister, asking for more powers in circles or something—"

"—however we can be honest with each other," said George, clearing his throat. "We have some information from Skeeter. She seems to be planning to write a personal biography of you, starting with childhood."

For Merlin's sake, if he hadn't met Grindelwald, he would never have questioned Dumbledore about the rubbish written by Rita Skeeter.

"Most of it is made-up rubbish," Cassandra said, "but there are a few original correspondence between you and Grindelwald that she supposedly stole from Bathilda Bagshot."

"Oh? Which ones?" Dumbledore clasped his hands together, and his clear blue eyes under the lenses fell into a brief thought, as if they were not talking about his past relationship, but what he had for dinner, he was thoughtful Said: "I hope he didn't leave some misnomers at the Bathildas... Then I'll have to put Skeeter's masterpiece on the Restricted List."

Cassandra: "..."

Fred and George exchanged glances.They didn't really care too much about whether Dumbledore broke more school rules than the two of them when he was young, or if he was messing around with a German at his great-aunt's house, because it didn't make him a respectable headmaster.

"To be honest, I don't intend to be honest with everyone I know about my past life experience. It is too long and too long ago," Dumbledore continued, "but now that you have learned about it in an unexpected way, Under such circumstances, if you choose to conceal it again, it will only lead to estrangement."

"Professor, this is your privacy, we can understand—" Fred said, and he took out several rolled parchments from his pocket and handed them to Dumbledore.

"This is the real purpose of our visit," George added. "Mr. Grindelwald wants us to 'get out' and 'take this letter to Dumbledore'."

Until this moment, Cassandra found a trace of unexpected surprise on Dumbledore's face.It seems that Nurmengard has really been abandoned for too long, so long that no one is watching it, so long that no one can report the movements of the old devil to the principal... It is hard to say how he survived on the top floor of that narrow tower , by eating mice?

"Your journey was more exciting than I thought." Dumbledore said simply.

He took the letter.

For a brief moment, Cassandra thought he would put it away and examine it carefully after they were gone.But he didn't, unfolded the letter written in blood in front of them, and began to read it carefully.

Whispering conversations erupted from several of the portraits, some of them—like Armando Dippet and Phineas Nigellus—wanted to poke their heads out of their frames to see what was written in the letters.

Of course Fred and George were also very curious, but Cassandra ordered them to show basic respect for the old devil and not to open the letter on the way.She suspected that if they hadn't made that trip, the letter might have been the last words of a generation of great Dark wizards.

Cassandra felt all the portraits around her staring unblinkingly at Dumbledore, and the headmaster's room fell into silence.She gazed at the silver inkwell on the desk, and the beautiful quill made of phoenix feathers.After about a century, Dumbledore finally raised his head.

His expression is still as calm as it was at the beginning, but only he himself understands how big a storm Gellert's letter caused-"You know that I have fallen in love with you since the day we met... Potter and I are Your sacrificial lamb, as a sacrifice to Voldemort and the greater good...You want to save a Horcrux out of remorse?...Why would you care about anyone else? What use are emotions that hold you back?"

"To me, you are all children who haven't grown up yet," said Dumbledore finally. "Before this, I never considered letting you really join the team against Voldemort and his followers..."

"But we've been prepared for a long time," Fred interrupted him with a firm voice, "At the beginning of the seventh grade, we both decided to join the Order of the Phoenix and fight for justice."

"There can't be more people dying because of the war, look at Florin Foster, look at Emmeline Vance... Who knows who the Death Eaters will attack next?" George said, "Next A place where the Dark Mark rises might be the Burrow. You know, Professor - our family clock has been permanently set to 'Dangerous' since Voldemort announced his return."

"It was I who overlooked the determination and will of young people," Dumbledore admitted. "I would like to take off my hat to pay tribute to you, but unfortunately I don't have one now."

"I want to restore order to the wizarding world, Professor," Cassandra said, staring into his clear blue eyes. "For this we should unite all possible forces and defeat Voldemort a second time, instead of trying to Confine the battle to the British Isles."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as defeating the second time." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and then said: "As a dark wizard, Grindelwald has undoubtedly gone farther on the road of evil than me, and knows Voldemort better. He did what many dark wizards never dared and would never do - split the soul into multiple pieces in order to never die."

Dumbledore paused, collecting his thoughts, and then said: "Four years ago, I got a piece of evidence that Voldemort split his soul. Two years ago, you gifted me another Horcrux of Voldemort, proving that he More than just a 'Horcrux'."

"I gift you?" Cassandra asked. "I've never had access to—"

"That locket, Miss Wolflin," said Dumbledore, "Sirius gave it to you inadvertently, and you sent it untouched to where we are now... I have to Said that at that time, I was almost stunned by the surprise."

"I don't understand, sir," Cassandra said. "How could Voldemort have created the 'Horcruxes' that would bring him back to life, and would leave such an important thing lying around—even in the Black house?"

"Just a guess, but I'm probably a little bit sure—I'm not so arrogant as to think I fully understand Voldemort's thoughts—that he rewarded his men with Horcruxes, his most loyal Death Eater. But that raises more questions. How many pieces did he split his soul into, and which Death Eaters would have Horcruxes in their homes?"

"If he makes hundreds of horcruxes that can be resurrected continuously..." Fred accepted the fact that Voldemort was a lunatic almost without any obstacles, and at the same time, a strange picture appeared in his mind: one after another A noseless, snake-faced monster keeps growing like a mushroom from a Death Eater's home...

It made him feel both disgusted and a little funny, and he blushed trying to restrain the latter.

George said imaginatively: "Will he grind his soul into powder with a millstone and put one grain in each Horcrux?"

Cassandra: "..."

Dumbledore was also amused by this unfounded guess.He explained gently, "I don't think so, Mr. Weasley. No one can bear the pain of having a soul crushed, even if Voldemort's soul has been destroyed beyond what we would call ordinary evil." He paused "Five, seven, and thirteen are the most likely numbers, I think."

"Why?" asked Fred and George together.

"Because these are numbers with magic power, five is the number for summoning demons, seven is the most magical, and thirteen symbolizes hell," Cassandra sighed, and glanced at the twins, "This is the level of arithmetic divination Newts. Content."

"Slytherin plus three points, because of Miss Wolflin's erudition," Dumbledore said calmly, clasping his fingers together, "Over the past few years, I have not completely allowed Voldemort to grow his own strength. Without humility , I traveled a lot, tried to understand his past, searched for his traces - and then destroyed the Horcrux, and still do so now."

"So—then can we join the hunt for Horcruxes?" Cassandra said hesitantly.She was ashamed, even blushed, that she had strongly suspected Dumbledore's motives.

It wasn't an old man's job to destroy Voldemort and his Horcruxes, but Dumbledore did, and did his best to keep all Hogwarts students safe - she couldn't have asked for more.

Dumbledore looked at them very carefully for a moment, then said, "I suppose so."

"We can?" said Fred, startled.

"Did I hear you right, Professor?" said George.

"Oh, yes, but not just you," said Dumbledore with a slight smile, "and other members of the Order of the Phoenix. I think I should apologize for my previous arrogance, and I do think that my dear The partners are pulled into such a dangerous task, but ignore that your eagerness for peace is the same as mine. I even conceited that my wisdom can solve the current difficulties-but Barty Crouch and other series What happened, I think I underestimated your abilities."

Fred and George looked at each other, as if they still couldn't believe that Dumbledore was really going to entrust them with such an important task, instead of thinking that staying at home was the best protection like Mom and Lupine did. .

The headmasters on the wall didn't seem to appreciate Dumbledore's decision that much, and Dexter Fusco muttered that instead of counting on some rabble, it would be better to ask the Ministry of Magic of other countries for help.Phineas Nigellus snored.

"I will tell you where you should look for traces of Horcruxes—but not now," said Dumbledore. "It's getting late, and if you go downstairs now, you'll still have time for the dinner in the Great Hall. I think your Friends and family will be delighted to see you coming."

Although there were still doubts, it was obvious that Dumbledore was not ready to tell them all the content immediately.Cassandra and the twins could only say goodbye to him.

The sun was setting slowly, and there was a yellowish orange edge on the hills. The setting sun was redder than blood, and it fell on Dumbledore, on his silver eyebrows and beard, on the deep holes in his face. Hair on wrinkles.

Cassandra has never been so aware that the world's greatest white wizard and Hogwarts' most respected headmaster is inevitably aging.He is not an emotionless monster, he will be sad and moved by that letter.

"...I reckon you think dark wizards don't love, don't you? Maybe you're wrong...don't leave me here."

Dumbledore looked down at the last few lines of the letter, tears trickling down his crooked nose in glistening trails.

"If you regret as much as I do..."

The author has something to say:

It's so hard to write, I'm stuck by deducing Dumbledore's behavior pattern.

*Part of Dumbledore's conspiracy theory (unscrupulous, manipulative Harry) is true, many of Rowling's patches are interesting... Put the interview:

"Although Dumbledore seems to be so benign for six books, he's quite a Machiavellian figure, really. He's been pulling a lot of strings. Harry has been his spuppet."

[I personally think] that Dumbledore's problem is that he trusted his own arrangements too much, and did not let go of mobilizing the power of the masses, making more people in the Order of the Phoenix and making fewer enemies.

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