[Comprehensive] Road to Trench

Hans took the letter that had just been delivered from Nurmengard, checked the time, guessed that his lord hadn't rested yet, so he took the letter to the study, knocked, and heard the "please come in" from inside. When the sound comes, push the door and go in.

"Mihail..."

As soon as the door opened, all Hans wanted to say was suppressed by the brutally dismembered desk.

"...My lord, what's going on?"

The instigator was packing a box, and put a hard card with a dark pattern inside, and then called the bald eagle on the window sill to let it take the package away.

After watching the huge bald eagle disappear into the night, he turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

Hans suddenly regretted knocking on the door at this time.

Wouldn't it be nice to send Lord Gellert's letter tomorrow to Lord Mikhail?Why must it be delivered tonight!

Just by looking at that table, one can tell that Mihail-sama is in a terrible mood today!

However, it's all over, and there is no regret. Hans swallowed, raised his hand stiffly, and showed the letter in his hand: "A letter from Nurmengard."

"Why, did uncle figure it out? No, you don't need to show it to me."

"..." Hans rubbed his nose, "Then change the subject, why are you in such a bad temper today?"

He remembered that when the news came that Lord Gellert had been imprisoned in Nurmengard, Lord Mihail didn't react so much!

"in a bad mood today."

"..."

All Hans' words were directly blocked back. He reluctantly put away the letter, took out his wand, and cast a restoration on the desk.

As if going back in time, the two pieces of the table that fell to the ground stood up automatically, connected together, the gap closed, and within a second, it returned to its original appearance.

Hans waved his wand again, and the quills, documents, and decorations that fell on the ground also flew back to their original places.

There was nothing to do with the broken ink bottle. Hans repaired the bottle and put it back on the table. He shook it against the carpet to see what else needed to be tidied up. Then he saw a picture with Compared with the pile of documents on the table, the parchment was quite out of place.

what is this?

The paper used for the saint's documents is made of special technology, which has the function of preventing the loss of information on it and rejecting non-target viewing. Although this parchment also has a similar craft rune, as far as the system is concerned, it is different from the saints. The two ways are completely different.

But before he could take a closer look, the parchment had already been put away by Mikhail and put in his pocket.

Hans' eyes sharpened for a moment: There's something tricky!

Where did that parchment come from?His Excellency Michael kept it with him!

Is it...

Reminiscent of the previous events, Hans felt like a cat scratching in his heart: there was also the box he was packing when he came in!Where did Monsieur Michael send it?That's the food box from Grindelwald's family!Usually he only saw the butler use it to pack pastries and sweets and deliver them to Lord Michael in Durmstrang!

He couldn't wait to go to the kitchen and ask the house-elves what Mihail had made them cook just now!

Don't underestimate this!Just by looking at what recipe Master Mihail asked for, he could recognize whether it was for himself or for his classmates at school!

Unfortunately, just as Hans was about to resign and immediately rolled to the kitchen, Mikhail suddenly stopped him: "By the way, is Dumbledore pushing something lately?"

"Ah, yes." Hans was a little puzzled, but he still said what he knew, "It is reported that he recently found Peter Pettigrew, the wizard who should have died ten years ago. Sirius Black, who was thrown into Azkaban without a trial and is now at large, is actually innocent. Dumbledore is now pushing the Wizengamot to open a trial for this case, but the Ministry of Magic probably wants to maintain their own reputation. Signs of going against Dumbledore, so things are not going fast."

The blond boy frowned: "Trouble?"

"No, it's just a small obstacle. I believe that with Dumbledore's ability, by Easter at most, Sirius will be able to wash away his grievances and appear in front of the public in an open and honest manner."

Easter, Mihail glanced at the calendar, it was too long.

"Help Dumbledore," he said, "and clear the Sirius case before I leave England."

Before His Excellency Michael leaves England... that's within a week!

Hans was dumbfounded, my lord, you are in a difficult situation!

They're busy with the Triwizard Tournament!

Another Sirius case, let people live!

And the unjust, false and wrongly decided cases in the UK have nothing to do with their saints!

What's more, it was still related to Dumbledore!Why did they help Dumbledore!

My lord, have you forgotten that he sent your uncle to Nurmengard back then?

"If necessary, we can temporarily slow down the Triwizard Tournament."

If it's the manpower over there... Hans subconsciously began to calculate the manpower and workload: "Then it should be possible..."

"Then go, the sooner the better." After Mikhail finished speaking, he left the study first, leaving Hans who recovered from his senses wanting to cry without tears:

Why did he say it out loud...

After Alex and Mikhail talked, it was like pouring out a big stone that weighed on their hearts.

She kept these things in her heart for too long, and she dared not tell others.

Whether it was Uncle Bucky or Professor Dumbledore, she dared not tell them.

Uncle Bucky was already very worried about her coming to boarding school alone, and it would be even more difficult for him to feel at ease if she told him these things again.

A sensible child chooses to keep them all in his heart.

This time, if she hadn't been unable to hold on anymore, Mihaier sent a message at that time, otherwise she would not have told Mihaier these things.

Anyway, the result is good, after Alex sent that sentence, he didn't even dare to read the reply, for fear of seeing something like "just a dream" - she knew it was true so it didn't comfort her at all ——I closed Taobei and went offline to sleep.

At night, I still dreamed about my previous life—that should be considered my previous life, right?

As always, the dark, cold underground world.

It was still dark when she woke up, and she even had the illusion that she was still in that ghostly hell.

The two roommates were still in the dream, she looked at the time, she seemed to wake up a little too early.

Couldn't fall asleep anymore, so she changed her clothes, put on her robe, carried a few books, took off the old-fashioned oil lamp from the bedside, and lit a blue bellflower-like flame with her magic wand.

In the light of this warm flame, she walked through the hallway of the dormitory, hung the lamp by the fireplace as she walked through the deserted common room, and burrowed through what looked like the inside of a wine barrel.

For most of the students, Saturday mornings always come very late, but there are also some students who are used to getting up early or who are preparing for the Advanced Wizarding Examination. Some people are already in the auditorium, scattered in On the edge of four long tables.

The silver-haired girl sat down at the Hufflepuff table, and immediately there were many sumptuous breakfasts on the empty plate in front of her.

She wanted to finish the porridge for herself, but when she saw the white sticky hot porridge, she somehow thought of the brains that had been smashed and smeared all over the floor.

Immediately my appetite disappeared.

Suddenly there were exclamations from several people in her ears, she looked up in surprise, and saw an extremely majestic bald eagle flying in from outside the auditorium, and after hovering majestically over the auditorium for a few weeks, it landed steadily on Heqi Patch's table, in front of her.

The proud American eagle raised a talon, motioning for her to untie the package from it.

for her?

Alex was taken aback for a moment, and asked in a low voice with some uncertainty: "Are you sure you didn't send it to the wrong person?"

As soon as the words fell, the bald eagle bit her hand gently, as if it was angry that she doubted its professionalism.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you." Alex apologized embarrassedly, but the doubts in his heart did not clear up: who sent it?

Unwrapping the package from the bald eagle's paw, she opened it and saw that it was a rectangular box with a piece of beautifully made hard cardboard on it.

It was written only once but still very familiar: I think you may not have a particularly good appetite recently. I asked the house elf to make something to eat. Let me know if you like it.

PS: Being able to use the Patronus of the flesh means that you have learned the Patronus Charm. It is a pity that you cannot continue to take up your Quidditch practice time.

She opened the rectangular box and found it full of delicate little pastries and sweets.

Beautiful shape, bright colors, ingenious.

She picked one and put it in her mouth, a gentle and gentle sweetness slowly spread on the tip of her tongue.

Very delicious pastries.

She swallowed the pastry in her mouth, and smiled at the Bald Eagle: "Thank your master for me... Ah, I'd better talk to him myself."

She thought that she had given Mikhail a bark, and had chatted with him yesterday, so she couldn't help but tapped herself on the head, cursing herself for losing her memory.

The bald eagle nodded proudly, then spread its wings and flew away.

No, wait, your box!I still have the box!

Alex looked at the box in his hand tangledly, wondering if her owl recognized Michael...

In the next week, the nightmare continued, but I don't know if it was because of the resistance, Alex can now watch the scenes of betrayal and blood and superiority in her dream very plainly.

Mihaier seems to have a habit of feeding her at a fixed point, and every morning she can see the unhappy bald eagle flying into the auditorium.

I don't know why, every time I see it, the expression of Professor Dumbledore on the teacher's seat will be very complicated.

On Friday, there was finally good news. Principal Dumbledore announced that the dementors had been evacuated from the vicinity of the school.

The whole school cheered, that group of dark things was really spoiling people's interest-they didn't even feel happy going to the Quidditch match.