[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

This is destined to be the day when the door to Freya's new world will be opened.

She was amazed by the magic of Diagon Alley. Although the shops on both sides of the street were very narrow and unevenly spaced, giving the people walking in the middle a sense of occlusion from both sides, no matter whether it was a potion shop, a wand shop, or a bookstore, the inside The products displayed and the services provided are all Freya has never heard of or seen before. If Diana hadn't been pulling her, I'm afraid she would have been lost in this brand new world long ago.According to what she heard before she came in, this street should be one of the busiest places in the magic world, but somehow there are not many people on the street today, and even the shops are open in twos and threes, and some are simply in A closed note was posted on the door.

When they walked into the Yila Owl shop, they were the only two customers in the whole big shop.

If you weren't a wizard, walking into such a pet store would be a thrill - as soon as Freya stepped into the store door, almost all the owls turned their necks to stare at her, and the lively ones had already started fanning. up the wings.

"Owls! How cute," her eyes lit up, "you said they could deliver messages!"

Diana nodded, seemed about to laugh, but held back.

Freya walked towards the wall on one side of the store.

There, several rows of cages were stacked neatly from floor to ceiling, and each cage contained owls of different colors and sizes, but her attention was first caught by a barn owl on the third floor attracted.

In a row of owls, only it is the most beautiful, with a lush coat, white neck feathers, and black eyes; but in a row of owls, it is the most ignorant, and the other little ones are flapping their wings Show your strength to the guests, only it just squats in place and ignores it.

Freya was a little greedy, she couldn't help getting closer, and stretched her hand through the gap in the cage.

"Be careful, these are the last of the new ones, they may hurt people." The owner of the pet shop suddenly appeared from behind the counter and warned, "The barn owl, three Galleons, a messenger A good player, timely and accurate, will not miss your business."

He greeted him and sat back. It seemed that, like Tom, he was not very interested in doing business in his heart.

"What are you buying this for?" Diana walked up to her and asked with a frown.

"What do you think of me sending Bruce a letter with an owl?" Freya suggested, "Maybe I can scare him."

"Why did this poor little thing provoke you?" The Amazon snorted. "Mr. Pennyworth might have shot it down before it got close to Wayne Manor."

Freya let out an "oh", a little sleepy, but she really liked this human owl, so she hesitated on the spot.

"If you like it, there's nothing wrong with buying one," Diana said, "except that in the outside world it may rarely fly as freely as it does in the wizarding world, delivering messages across several towns. In larger cities Here, raptors are not allowed to be kept, or kept in cages for long periods of time.”

Freya's hand stopped firmly. The little owl was wary at first, but then leaned over and pecked her palm tentatively.

A tickle to the touch.

It pecked once, then raised its head and stared at Freya with round eyes, as if to see if this person was angry.Finding no sign of it, it pecked, pecked again, and finally just rubbed the top of its furry head against her palm.

Freya's expression softened.

"Forget it," she said, "I didn't want to buy it so that it would follow me out and suffer."

She touched the top of the owl's head one last time, and it narrowed its eyes and let out a small noise from its throat.

After leaving the pet store, they didn't go shopping anymore, but returned to their room at the Leaky Cauldron to rest.In the evening, I ate a light meal made by Tom in the lobby of the bar, and immediately chatted in the room. After nine o'clock in the evening, the second floor where only one of them lived was still quiet.

Freya stared at the clock boredly. A little bird sat on the top of the clock. When the minute hand reached ten o'clock, it opened its mouth and sang a song.

There was a knock from the door amidst the singing.

"Someone knocking?" Freya asked.

"It should be here." Diana said as she washed her face in the bathroom.

Freya walked over to open the door.

The carved wooden door with extensive wear creaked open, revealing a face from behind the door.The visitor wore half-moon glasses and his nose was a little crooked, as if he had been punched.Opening the door a little further, Freya saw the bow at the end of his white beard and the purple robe full of stars.

Seeing someone open the door, the old man smiled and looked at them.

"You must be Miss Sheffield," he said. "I am Albus Dumbledore."

"Hello." Freya shook hands with him.Dumbledore's eyes turned to behind her, where Diana stood with her arms folded, her eyes complicated.

"Albus," she said, "too long."

"How can an old friend be forgotten, and those old days." Dumbledore said softly. He was tall, but thin.

"It's not always a good time." Diana smiled indifferently. She put down the things in her hands, stepped forward and hugged the old man, "You are old."

"It's been so many years since we last met," said Dumbledore. "I'm getting old, but you're still young. There's something magical beyond words, and beyond the reach of magic. Some What a person pursues all his life is as common to you as eating and drinking."

"I heard that he is dead." Diana said with a solemn expression, "Although I haven't replied to you often these years, I have read all the letters brought by Fox. If I remember correctly, five years ago One of your letters read: "The Dark Ages are finally over and Voldemort is dead."

"If you don't mind, ladies, why don't you come to my office and talk about it." Dumbledore suggested, he drew out his wand, and tapped it deftly in the air, a blue halo filled the whole room , rolling like waves. "There are no listening spells, but that's not enough. We can't take any chances at the moment in the wizarding world," he said.

Diana looked at Freya questioningly, who nodded.The Amazon then went to the fireplace and rummaged for floo powder in the cupboard above the stove.

"We have to Apparate," said Dumbledore apologetically. "I shut down the Floo network in the Headmaster's office, in fact all the Floo networks in the whole school."

"The situation is already so serious?" Diana suddenly turned her head, "Where's the Ministry of Magic? Where's the Auror?"

"They have done everything they can." Dumbledore said, "This counterattack is weird, and it is completely different from the Death Eaters we have come into contact with before." He approached the two ladies and stretched out a gentlemanly Stretched out his arm, "Please be sure to hold on to me, Apparition is dangerous."

Diana grabbed one of his arms, and Freya grabbed the other. She felt a lightness under her feet, and the air was squeezed from all directions, as if after a few seconds, her feet landed on the ground.This was a very novel feeling, and Freya couldn't help stepping on the ground to make sure that her feet were already a piece of soil with weeds, not the wooden floor of the room.

She looked up, and a magnificent scene came into view.

The starry sky meets the lake, and an ancient castle stands on the edge of the square mirror.

It was getting late, and only the window lattices of the castle were still emitting warm lights. She looked far away, and she could still see figures walking through the small orange lattices.Most of the students are already in the common room of their house.The weather is very cold, and it may snow in a few days. Even if there is a warming spell, the students would rather sit in the warm lounge next to the fire to warm up.

"It's beautiful." Freya said.

Professor Dumbledore stood where he was, as if smiling.

"That's why we have to protect her, and the children here." He turned to his two guests, eyes shining with warmth, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

They walked around the lake and went to the castle.

A tall, thin woman was waiting by the gate of the castle. She was wearing a dark green robe and her long white hair was tied into a bun.Seeing someone coming, she nodded briefly.

"Albus."

Four people were walking in the castle at night, and three of them were familiar with this scene, only Freya exerted all her strength to control herself not to stop to study those moving murals and weird-tempered stairs.When she turned a corner, Candlestick even stood up and performed a knight salute gracefully.

magic.She chewed the word inwardly.

Finally, they came to the door of a high-ceilinged office.There was an extremely ugly statue squatting there, and Dumbledore stopped first, showing a thoughtful look.

"What's the password for this week? Let me see, pile of cockroaches? Lemon sorbet?"

The statue didn't move.

"Hissing bee." The woman, Professor McGonagall, said with a straight face.

The statue jumped aside.

Dumbledore blinked. "Forgive an old man's memory, Minerva."

They entered the principal's office, a circular room with many portraits on the walls.Seeing two respectable guests enter the principal's room, except for some portraits who were still pretending to be asleep, most of the former principals stood upright, and changed from the chatting to serious.

Dumbledore went around behind the desk and took a casket from a drawer.

"Sit down, milk or tea?" he asked.The lines on Professor McGonagall's face seemed to have deepened a bit.

"Tea, no sugar," said Diana.

"Milk," Freya said, "put more sugar."

Dumbledore looked at Freya with a friendly look.He took out his wand and clicked, and a cup of tea and a cup of milk appeared out of nowhere on the table.From the box, he took out many snacks of different colors and filled the table.

Freya held the cup and took a sip. The mellow milk was sweet, and she immediately took another sip.

The principal's office is a wonderland on earth.

So when the other three stopped to ask her opinion in the middle of their conversation, Freya was biting off the head of a chocolate frog.

"Can you confirm the state of the assassin at that time, Miss Sheffield?" Dumbledore also held a cup of drink that was more syrup than tea in his hand. "Are you sure her mind may have been affected?"

"My eyesight is good." Freya said, "The expression on her face after drawing the gun is very strange, and if Mystique really decides to assassinate, she has already simulated the state of an ordinary person, it is completely unnecessary Being exposed in those security conditions—I didn't even hurt her."

"The Imperius Curse," said Professor McGonagall, looking uneasy, "Albus—"

"We can't be absolutely sure that the Death Eaters did it." Professor Dumbledore interrupted her. "Any powerful wizard can do this, and it is useless to conclude that there is Voldemort's shadow behind him at this time. leading us in the wrong direction."

"Voldemort, I've heard his name too many times today," Freya said. "Who is he?"

The muscles on Professor McGonagall's face twitched, as if he was not used to hearing the word.

Dumbledore paused for a moment before speaking.

"Decades ago, an ambitious man appeared in the magic world." He folded his hands into a tower shape, and looked at Freya from above the half-moon glasses. Under his command, they called themselves 'Death Eaters'. At first, it was just the rise of a force, and later, he was no longer satisfied with what he had obtained, and the wizarding world has since entered the darkest time."

This is a story that has stretched for decades. Dumbledore used a few words, but Freya still felt the blood and horror behind it from these words.Dumbledore immediately spoke of the prophecy, of the Boy Who Lived.

"He failed in his attempt to kill Harry more than 20 years ago," he said. "Lily's blood magic protected her son, and Voldemort suffered the backlash of the Death Curse. This was his first failure. More than a dozen Years later, he made a comeback. During the continuous years of war, we repeatedly defeated his conspiracy and wiped out all his split souls. Five years ago, with the death of the last split soul, the Ministry of Magic announced to the world that Voldemort was dead die, and the last shadow of him disappears from the world."

"A tyrant, but because of the prophecy, he used the baby as his opponent, and even tried to kill the source of the threat in advance. The most ridiculous thing is that he failed." Freya sneered, "Cowardly, timid, and incompetent."

There seemed to be a smile on the corner of Diana's lips, and Professor McGonagall's eyes clearly expressed approval.

On the wall behind, a portrait coughed heavily. "He's a Slytherin," said the portrait, "though not quite like his ancestors."

"Thank you, Felix," said Dumbledore, and then he pulled out several letters from the file on the right side of the table and pushed them towards him.

"A few months ago, we received some news." He sighed. "There is ample evidence that the fugitive Death Eaters have gathered again. The Ministry of Magic has maintained contact with the upper echelons of the Muggle world. In just a few days Recently, the British Ministry of Magic received a letter from other magical associations. I have an excellent student who works in the Ministry of Magic, and she forwarded the letter to me, so that I can know what is going on in the outside world."

Dumbledore pointed to the top envelope in the stack, and Diana took it.

"To Minister Weasley," she read. "Your student?"

Freya leaned over and saw that the envelope was made of oak paper with a few lines of cursive script printed on it.In the lower right corner of the envelope was a strange logo, the upper half resembling a flapping eagle and the lower half the Stars and Stripes.She felt that the pattern looked familiar, so she couldn't help but look at it twice, and then fell into thought.

Diana's fingers holding the envelope happened to block the lower part of the icon, and in an instant, a thought hit Freya——

That's Little Green's eagle necklace.

She managed to suppress the turmoil in her heart, but the strangeness of the mother and daughter of the opposite door flashed in her mind more and more frequently.

"The Magical Congress of the United States has requested technical support from the British Ministry of Magic," Diana said after reading the letter. "They have received several werewolves handed over from the No-Maj world, but it is difficult to determine what caused the mutation of these werewolves. They also recorded Several instances of spell abuse on No-Majs, one suspect was caught with a Cockney accent."

"In the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic, one of the werewolves who was transferred to England was imprisoned, and several of our academically sophisticated professors were able to study what potion or magic worked." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them. , "As for control, the Imperius Curse is difficult to detect by your so-called psychics. Half a century ago, the wizarding world briefly had contact with superpowers. A witch in the United States was accused of using a love potion on Muggles, They married and had a son. The crime was not finally revealed until a visit from her husband's family prevented the witch from wearing magical armor to conceal her thoughts."

"In the dark years, the Imperius Curse caused widespread panic, and people easily developed distrust." Dumbledore paused for a while, and then said, "Of the three Unforgivable Curses, the Imperius Curse is the most covert. , it can make people do the exact opposite of normal behavior, and at the same time, during the controlled time, they will not find that these thoughts are not of their own will. Even after the spell is lifted, the victim will feel confused and do not understand What I did or why I'm here. The Imperius Curse is hard to identify, and after Voldemort's first downfall, a large number of accused Death Eaters claimed to be under the influence of the Imperius Curse, which was used by the Ministry of Magic at the time Veritaserum, it has some effect, but it's not clear."

"Veritaserum," Freya said.

"Like a lasso of mantra," Diana explained, "only less effective."

Dumbledore nodded. "The situation is grim. We don't know whether it is the spontaneous gathering of Death Eaters or Voldemort's return to the world through some means, but the Muggle world needs to be vigilant. Magic is magical, but it can also become extremely dangerous and deadly .”

"If that's the case," Diana said slowly, "if the wizarding world really overlaps with the outside world, we'll need some help in counteracting it. The superheroes know so little that even I He has only heard of many things. We need some men with real knowledge, and some warriors who are good at fighting with magic."

She stared into the eyes of the old man in front of her, and said in a word: "The war is approaching, Albus."

"You're right." After a moment, Dumbledore nodded, "In any case, since the forces of darkness have expanded outward, we can no longer rest on our laurels."

He took a quill from the desk, spread out the parchment, and began to write.

The cursive characters with sharp tails appear vividly on the paper.

Professor McGonagall seemed to have something to say, but in the end he pursed his lips tightly.

All eyes were on Dumbledore's pen until he dropped the last dot of ink on the sheepskin.Fawkes fell to the table, and Dumbledore tied the scroll to its lap.The fiery red phoenix let out a low cry, pecked at his palm affectionately, and then disappeared in the light.

"He has sacrificed too much."

After Fox left, Professor McGonagall said.

Dumbledore watched his colleague and comrade-in-arms with his blue eyes, his voice weary.

"Harry was one of my best students," said the old headmaster, "and I don't want him to be involved any more than you do, but I know as well as you that he's an Auror, he's a Warrior, at this moment he may be waiting for a signal."

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and did not refute.

As if to confirm his words, a few minutes later, a red light suddenly appeared, and a piece of paper that seemed to be torn from somewhere appeared on the wooden table in the principal's office.

Dumbledore just glanced at it and smiled a little.

Freya looked intently, and saw that there was only a short line of words on this hastily written note——

"Love is hard to shirk, duty bound."