HP's Adagio Minor

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The ancient secret passage was cold and winding, and three figures were shrouded in a cloud of fluorescent blue light, walking slowly in the darkness.

"The Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. We should have been sorted into Gryffindor when we entered school... This kind of 'big adventure' is not what smart people do at all, is it?!"

After Anthony tripped over the debris under his feet for the third time, he couldn't help but joke, even though he knew in his heart that they could only rely on their "self-help" in this situation.

"Adventures have never been the province of Gryffindors - recklessness is."

According to the old tradition of Hogwarts, Sally Ann managed to amuse Lola and Anthony at the expense of the other houses. It is unimaginable that just half an hour ago, the three of them had cleverly played with a group of Death Eaters in a small hotel. deal with.

"God of magic, if all Ravenclaws are acting school, then I must cheer for you!"

"Smart people do smart things, it's not my style to be too stupid, and those guys have nothing to do with us - just a few unlucky Hogwarts students who missed the bus."

"Another 'missed'." Sally Ann repeated emphatically, "We have to learn to innovate. It is best not to use an excuse more than three times."

"Of course, sweetheart." What the girlfriend said was the truth.

"Oh——" Lola drew a long voice, "No wonder you think Zizi honey candy is not sweet enough."

"For me, Sally Ann's smile is the sweetest."

"Ahem!" Sally Ann tried to change the subject, "It smells musty here, but you can avoid those annoying guards, who use the school as a prison, and don't even allow an owl to fly in—fortunately, there are these Secret way, so that I can occasionally go to Hogsmeade for some air."

Sally Ann's foreign status restricts many student rights. When she voluntarily stayed in school, she signed a foreign student behavior guarantee. If there is any violation of discipline, she will be sent back to her country immediately.Therefore, she had to be as cautious as other foreign students, but privately, everyone agreed that the 'pure-blood certificate' was ridiculous-the British Ministry of Magic's self-proclaimed 'Wizarding World Center' was too self-righteous.

"I heard from others that those Death Eaters seem to be planning to seal up all the secret passages. We'd better hurry up." Anthony reminded.

"Don't worry, I have the Portkey ready to leave - of course, it's not an 'unapproved' item, it's 'Made in Durmstrang'... I feel a strong sense of magic, have we reached the castle yet? Lola couldn't wait to draw out her wand, "These days, I almost forget that I am a wizard."

"Of course, take another turn...Hey, Lola, use your wand without any worries!" Anthony pushed the wooden board at the exit of the secret passage, "Welcome to Hogwarts again—the place for underage wizards!" Heaven! The Ministry of Magic can't be bothered with us nobodies anyway."

Coming out of the hidden door in the corridor on the third floor, Lola changed into Sallyanne's cloak, and cast a concealment spell on herself just to be on the safe side—now she only needs to keep her head down and not take off the hood, and she looks just like that. Ordinary Ravenclaw students are no different.

Perhaps it was because the Easter holiday had just begun, and Hogwarts was empty. In order to avoid being bumped into, the three of them specially chose the remote stairs to go to the tower.Along the way, Lola looked at everything in this ancient castle. Compared with a few years ago, the paintings and decorations around had hardly changed, but the atmosphere of the whole school seemed particularly gloomy and gloomy.

Climbing up the towering steps, the three of them stood in front of the bare wooden door at the top of Ravenclaw Tower, and the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker asked in a gentle, musical voice:

"Keeping awake, still breathing, falling into sleep, what is doomed to die?"

Anthony froze for a moment, "Today's question is a little strange, did it see my prefect badge, so it made it more difficult?"

"It's possible." Sally Ann agreed.

"...The answer should be 'Undine's Sleeping Curse'." Lola thought for a while and said.

"That's right." After the eagle-shaped knocker finished, the door swung open.

"Whoa, Lola, welcome to Ravenclaw." Anthony joked, "What is 'Undine's Sleeping Curse'? I've never heard of it."

"Me too."

"A fairy tale from Germany." Lola explained to the two curious babies, "Water spirit Undine fell in love with the human knight Lawrence, and the knight swore with every waking breath of his life that he would love her forever, Then he broke his promise and was cursed."

"So the knight is still dead, and it's impossible for a mortal to stay awake—I didn't expect you to understand German culture, I guess it's because of love for the house..." Anthony was suddenly stabbed by his girlfriend's elbow as he was talking.

"Latvia and Germany are geographically close, so it's normal to know a few stories." Sally Ann smoothed things over.

"Uh, yeah, it's pretty close." Anthony consciously made a slip of the tongue and echoed.

Lola didn't care that much, a year and a half was enough for her to digest her young and fruitless first love, not to mention, she was not alone now.

The three entered the Ravenclaw common room, which had been furnished as it had been for decades - elegant blue and bronze silk curtains fluttered in the wind, and the ceiling and carpet were dotted with stars.Staring at the stained glass in the window, bits and pieces of the dream flashed through her mind.

"The school is too strict, everyone wants to go home and relax, so no one stays except us." When Sally Ann spoke, Anthony had already walked through the hall and walked to the side of the white marble statue the wicket.

"Hey, man! How's Michael doing now?"

"After you left, he fell into a coma. Although he woke up a few times, he couldn't eat anything. It's not good if this continues." A boy's voice came faintly from inside.

"Promise me," Sally Ann grabbed Lola's arm and said softly, "Whether you can remove the curse or not, you can't force yourself—I don't want to see anyone get hurt, especially you."

"I know."

The backlash of witchcraft is terrible, and Lola is equally aware of this. She gave Sally Ann a comforting smile, and then walked into the boys' dormitory.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, a strong atmosphere of black magic almost hit his face. Michael Kona lay unconscious on the bed, while Terry Boot, who was sitting on a chair beside him, widened his eyes and said no in shock. Speak up.

"Hi, long time no see, Terry!"

"How did she get in?" Terry turned to look at Anthony, "You brought her here?!"

"That's right!" Anthony dragged his friend aside, "Lola noticed that Sally Ann and I were cursed, and we suspected that Carlo wanted to hurt Michael and use it to affect us all— In this regard, it is obvious that Durmstrang will be more professional than us, and they really teach black magic."

"Merlin! How dare you do this! You are crazy!" After exclaiming a few times, Terry finally calmed down, "...were you noticed when you came?"

"Of course not, it's a holiday."

On the other side, Lola carefully observed Michael. His eyes were closed tightly, his body was dripping with sweat, his face was almost blue, and he seemed to be enduring great pain in his sleep.Lola immediately used the wand to measure the total amount of black magic elements in the air, and roughly judged that it was a Celtic reverse spell.Then, she cast a purification spell, and under the command of the wand, the gray light group slowly absorbed the surrounding black magic elements.Soon, the oppressive atmosphere in the room eased, and Michael's brows slowly relaxed.

"How is it?" Sally asked.

"It's not very serious. The caster didn't intend to cause death."

Hearing this, several Ravenclaws were relieved. If their lives were really in danger, they were ready to smash the headmaster's office.

"However, this alone is not enough. It will take a few days to fully guide the witchcraft - I can teach you these kinds of spells. Of course, this is still a kind of black magic... Do you mind? "

"of course not."

Using black to cure black, Sally Ann had discussed it with Lola many times in letters, so she didn't hesitate like the boys—after all, the "real white magic" is an extremely complicated and profound healing technique, few people can use.

"Eh? How long have I been asleep?" Michael woke up quickly. He rubbed his eyes and stared blankly at Lola, "Huh? Isn't this Sally Ann's cousin? Why is she here?"

"It's been a long story, man, how are you feeling?"

"It's not bad, it doesn't hurt so much... Am I dreaming?"

"No, your dream has been 'cleaned up'."

"Oh, what a pity, I just kicked the Carlo brothers' ass hard in my dream!"

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Lappland Durmstrang School of Magic

Heinrich stopped in front of the corner of the dark corridor, and the strange marks branded by black magic on the wall were still clear. The figure looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil—everyone in Durmstrang We all know its origin.

And now, the person who left the mark of the dead spirit is dead.

Nurmengard Prison issued an official document announcing the death of the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald, and the news quickly spread to Durmstrang.Although a generation of old devil kings are old and weak, but the power is still there, who can break into Nurmengard's heavy guards and kill him and his saints, but that person--in fact, that Man wasn't trying to hide anything, and he and his Death Eaters were doing whatever they wanted across Europe.

'The Mysterious Man' - the man whose name no one can name - is back again.

"Hain?"

Heinrich turned his head and looked behind him. Professor Lemon's bright-colored turban and robe looked particularly eye-catching under the illumination of the inexhaustible magic torch. He held a crystal ball for divination teaching in his hand, and his expression was a little strangely calm.

"It's not surprising to meet you here. After hearing the news, many people will subconsciously come here to have a look, and so do I." He looked at the pattern on the wall, "This is really a rare, powerful black Magic, not even the death of the wizard who cast it can wear it out."

"I remember you said, Professor, the cloud over the southwest has not lifted yet."

"Yeah, all divination has been disturbed by this incident, and I have no way to conduct teaching analysis... The recent astrology indicates that disaster has come. Fortunately, the star of hope is still bright."

Like all wizards, although Durmstrang is in the wild north, he is also paying close attention to the political situation in the whole of Europe, especially in Britain.At the same time, the power of the Death Eaters continues to grow, and they have set their sights on the near future, trying to win over all forces related to black magic.

For Durmstrang, although this is an ancient and famous school of black magic, it has been passed down for generations. They have their own standards for judging value, and it is not an exaggeration to call it self-knowledge.Therefore, Durmstrang is unwilling to show himself too much to the world, and they also understand that black magic cannot be integrated into mainstream public opinion, not to mention that the Death Eaters' power base is not strong enough-although those guys seem very powerful now, But in fact, they are a group of rabble, not even the original necromancer saints.

"We will not lean towards any side, even if the school board of trustees lobby hard, it will not help."

"Of course, on this matter, you, Principal Sean, Scott, and I—we all have the same idea. As for the others—they don't care."

Professor Lemon smiled and continued:

"However, I came back to you this time not because of this matter... Nowadays, the control of students is not as good as before. Although Marco Rogar has a certain degree of involvement with the Death Eaters, he is not really lost. And I After all, he is the grade guidance teacher of this graduating class, and he always hopes that his students will have a bright future—especially, he is very talented, loves his family, and understands what he really needs—from these points of view, the sword is swaying It's not such a bad thing."

"You know, he's really taking some risks this time, and these things must be done in accordance with the school's rules and regulations."

Heinrich's answer was very businesslike. In fact, he rarely took personal feelings when dealing with school affairs.But Marco Roja's farce was hard to stop this time. Although his younger brother Leo Roja led the Ice and Fire Knights to try their best to restore it, the reputation and loss of the school were still severe.

"Of course." Professor Lemon paused, but suddenly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, the UK has recently sealed off its borders, and their Ministry of Magic is probably crazy, even the goblins didn't do it back then. It is said that all magical artifacts can no longer penetrate that barrier, the Portkey, the Floo Network, all of them are ineffective-it can be seen that the British wizards are planning to close the country."

Heinrich was slightly taken aback. Professor Lemon's pointing words reminded him of an application letter for off-campus practice on his desk. The postmark on the envelope was from Scotland - which meant that the person who wrote the application letter was Located on the cusp.

Seeing the black-haired young man frowning in thought, Professor Lemon stuffed the crystal ball into his sleeve with a smile, and then staggered towards the other end of the corridor as if he hadn't said anything.

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