hp Ouroboros

Sylvia decided to stand still for the time being, and now she just needs to continue to pretend to be a good student who is fascinated by magical knowledge-to a certain extent, this is not a lie.A little concealment mixed with most of the facts is the best disguise, and Sylvia is very experienced in this.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Headmaster." Sylvia put down the knife and fork, wiped her mouth, and then politely answered Dumbledore's question, "A while ago, I happened to see an article about runes in the library. Wen's book, I remembered that it also appeared in the Muggle myths and stories that I had read before, so I borrowed a few magic text books to go back and try to study it myself out of curiosity." Sylvia felt that Dumbledore The news may come from the Hogwarts library borrowing records, so she separated this into a public statement.

"Muggle storybooks? Sounds really interesting, can you share what stories you read? I've only read stories from the wizarding world at this age, ah! Why didn't I think of that before, it's true, mah There are indeed many stories in Guana, maybe they can let me relive my youth!" Dumbledore seemed very happy as if he had discovered some novelty.

There is nothing I can't say about this part. Maybe Dumbledore knew from his adoptive parents what Muggle books they sent me. The purpose of a more powerful force in ancient times.

"I read Nordic myths. They are very interesting. I suspect that those stories are actually Muggles' descriptions of wizards in Northern Europe at that time. I was wondering if I could get some information about the ancient wizarding families that existed in Northern Europe. I don’t know why, but I feel that a lot of the content has not been handed down.” She planned to focus on the old headmaster looking for her family blood, even if she didn’t say it directly, but she believed that Dumbledore would definitely be able to Hear the meaning of her words.

Dumbledore listened carefully to Sylvia's explanation. When she heard that she was researching those to find the ancient wizard family, anxiety flashed in her blue eyes. The old headmaster who was good at hiding his heart did not let anyone find out what he saw in his eyes. A hint of color.

After enjoying the Christmas Eve dinner, Dumbledore and everyone smiled and said good night, and watched them leave the auditorium one by one. He stayed until the end and used the headmaster's authority to restore the auditorium tables to their original state. As for those golden and red tables The decorations and the huge Christmas tree, which Dumbledore intended to keep there a little longer.

The old principal walked slowly back to his principal's office on the eighth floor. Instead of returning to the office filled with portraits of previous principals, he turned directly into the principal's lounge next to him.

Drinking the hot milk before going to bed brought by the elf, Dumbledore sat next to the burning fireplace. He looked to the corner of the room, where there was an old small wooden box full of wear and tear, even though it looked very old. It is old, but if you look carefully, you can still see the intricate patterns carved on the top of the small box, and the corners of the box are also hollowed out in sterling silver. It is conceivable that if the box is still brand new, it is obviously different from the old one. The principal's simple furniture set doesn't match at all with the gold and red tacky decorations everywhere.

Dumbledore sat on the armchair, looked at the small wooden box, and didn't intend to go forward to open it, as if he was looking at something else, someone, or some memory through it, watching his thoughts gradually Fly back to a few months ago...

Diagon Alley at night is much quieter than during the day, and the little wizards who are excitedly running all over the street are satisfied shopping before nightfall, and are driven home by their parents, not to mention that most of the shops in Diagon Alley are now closed. It's time, and the alleys that were bustling a few hours ago are now silent except for a few shop assistants who have just closed the shop and are hurrying to go home.

"Crack!" An extremely old man appeared in an empty dead alley, and he strode out of the dead alley very familiarly and turned into the main street of Diagon Alley.

"Oh! Hello, Mr. Principal Dumbledore!" A young man who was about to disapparate and go home greeted the old man in surprise.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Dilund, long time no see. It seems that your herbal shop is doing well. Severus is finally satisfied with this batch of pueraria. You order some other herbs!" Dumbledore stopped and smiled and chatted with the herbal shop owner who graduated from Hufflepuff more than ten years ago.

"Ah! That's such an honor! I'll send Professor Snape our mail-order catalog of herbal remedies tomorrow!" The slightly fat young store manager said happily.

Dumbledore nodded, "Congratulations on getting Severus' order, Mr. Dillon. I'm going to talk to Ollivander. You'd better go home as soon as possible. Even if Ms. Martha has graduated for so long, I will Remember her quick temper."

"Oh! That's right! I have to go now, have a nice day!" Dillon said in a hurry and stayed where he was when he disapparated.

Dumbledore didn't look at any of the signboards on both sides, and walked towards the dilapidated shop with a clear purpose-the only wand shop in Diagon Alley, or it could be said that it was the only wand shop in the whole of England.

The shop of Ollivander, the master wand maker, is small and dilapidated. The purple cushion is still placed in the window, but it looks much more dilapidated than when Dumbledore visited for other reasons decades ago. The original bright The purple was a little faded, and there was still a lonely wand on it as a decoration.The golden signboard on the door remains the same mottled and dilapidated, with the words: "Ollivander, a well-made wand since 380 BC".

"Dingling!" Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked in.The shop is still so small, with thousands of long and narrow boxes containing wands stacked on the ceiling, it is more like a small handicraft workshop hidden in a warehouse than a shop.

At the time of sampling in the evening, Ollivander was still at the table seriously studying the matter of the custom-made wand, not noticing the time at all.

"Dingling, Dingling." The doorbell rang, and Ollivander looked out of the window, only to realize that it was time for the store to close. He got up and was about to say sorry to the person who just came in, and please come back tomorrow.

Just after walking out of the shelf, an old man with strange clothes was standing at the door, looking at him with a smile. The lower end of his long white beard was tied into a shiny yellow belt by him.

"Principal Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you!"

"I'm sorry to bother you when you are closed, but there are two special little wizards who came to buy wands today, and I hope to know some details." Dumbledore said.

Ollivander became a little serious, "Are you talking about the little silver-haired girl and the little werewolf wizard?"

"I'm afraid it is, especially in the case of Miss Cassandra, ah, Miss Cassandra is the silver-haired girl you mentioned."

Such familiar questions brought back memories of Ollivander. Dumbledore, who was a professor of transfiguration decades ago, also walked into the store at the same time and asked the same question, but the answer at that time was His father, and today it's his turn.

Ollivander sighed, guessing what Dumbledore was thinking, he looked away from Dumbledore, looked at the counter, and fell into his own thoughts.He thought for a moment before speaking, "Very powerful...Mr. Dumbledore, very powerful...You should know that although as a wand maker, I appreciate and cherish those materials equally, but last time... "Speaking of this, Ollivander stopped abruptly, with some fear in his eyes.

Dumbledore didn't urge the already aged wand maker, took a deep breath, and Ollivander continued, "I didn't have the ability to do anything last time, so I can only stand by and watch...Listen ..."

"I can do it this time!" Ollivander suddenly became excited. "Selfish, I hope that kid is a wizard who can use a unicorn wool core. Other cores are of course also very good materials, but You know...a unicorn-hair cored wand will not tolerate a little darkness—and then my expectations fell through."

"With her ability, many of my wands here will bow to her, yes, you heard me right, yield..." The worry in Ollivander's eyes gradually turned into a kind of fanatical pride, "But that would be Not the best, Ollivander will not sell a wand that doesn't fit! Sakura wood, phoenix feather; yew wood, sea dragon heartstring and elderberry and thestral tail feathers, as far as I know, only these three are the most suitable .”

Olivandra looked back and looked at Dumbledore again. Dumbledore did not speak, but listened patiently. However, after hearing the famous combination of elderberry and thestral tail feathers, his silver-white eyebrows were still Inevitably shrugged.

"She ended up choosing the yew." Ollivander emphasized the result. "When the 'can't name' came to buy his wand, my father didn't bring out my grandfather's imitation wand. Give him a try, but I should have surpassed my father's craftsmanship."

"You think that wand is suitable for her, Beau..." Seeing Ollivander flinch, Dumbledore amended his statement empathetically, "So she is more suitable for that wand than You-Know-Who. "

Ollivander nodded, "It surrendered in her hands, Professor Dumbledore, you should really watch that scene, although compared with the other two wands, the light and shadow effect does not look very brilliant, but I heard it make a sound - it seemed to be the sound of people laughing, but it also seemed to be a solemn mourning song..."

"But she chose the yew wand in the end." Dumbledore repeated Ollivander's conclusion just now.

"Yes, yes! The core of the staff is a Nordic sea dragon, a very rare and powerful magical creature. It is more stable and powerful than the fire dragon's heart string, but it is obviously very stubborn and has never accepted British wizards. I dare say I made it This wand is no worse than my grandfather's replica of the Old Wand, and in that girl's hands it behaves like never before, they are like one."

Dumbledore nodded to express his understanding, instead of continuing to dwell on Sylvia, he brought the topic to another 'special' little wizard. "And then there's another one, Miss Camille. I heard from Minerva this afternoon that you're ordering her a wand, which is a very good thing."

When it came to the custom-made wand, Ollivander swept away the gloom and obscurity just now, as if rejuvenated, walked back to the workbench and took a stack, no one could understand what he was writing When the draft came back, he waved the draft as he walked, "I have roughly figured it out, I must use it..."

"I heard that you plan to use the material of her werewolf form for the core?" Dumbledore interrupted Ollivander's tirade about his wand-making plan in time.

"Ah, yes, yes, the full moon happens to be next week. Oh! By the way, you can't use any medicine to make her sleepy, it will affect the quality of the material." When mentioning the quality of the material, Ollivander suddenly With a straight face, now he finally looks like a serious master craftsman.

"We all understand this, don't worry." Dumbledore patted Ollivander's arm and winked at him playfully, "Miss Camille's strong willpower will surprise you, in fact, Neither Minerva nor I have ever met a more determined and strong person."

Family... what a fascination that decades ago an amazingly talented wizard was ruined, and the entire wizarding world was reduced to ashes by his irrational rage and desire... Dumbledore After drinking the cold milk, the uneasiness and worry in his eyes did not decrease at all.

Even after chatting with Ollivander a few months ago, he sent messages to some old friends who like to travel around the world, hoping to know more about the Nordic magic family, but until now, no useful news has come back. The 11-year-old girl found some clues from the slightest clues.

Dumbledore had no choice but to send a few members of the Order of the Phoenix who had nothing to do at the moment to go directly to Northern Europe. He couldn't leave the school for a long time at all. And there's a whole bunch of politicians out there waiting for him to make a mistake.

He couldn't make a mistake, and the boy was going to be in school in two years, and he couldn't give anyone a chance at this time.He has his sins, but he is unable to repay by himself... Bending down slightly, this centenarian old man only dared to show a little bit of physical and mental exhaustion when he was alone.The only thing he can do now is to continue to sit in this seat, at least to give that boy whom he owes a lot some experience and help.

As for the girl... Dumbledore felt helpless, he knew that his suspicion would eventually leave the same scars in the heart of the young but talented girl as that person did back then, but his reactions were almost subconscious Yes, like suddenly stirred shadows.

With a long sigh, the only thing the tired old man can do now is to pray to Merlin, pray that the blood will bring the girl the warmth of love, not the bloody cruelty; pray that the magic will bring That girl's joy in the pursuit of knowledge, not lost in the search for power...  

Lying on the bed, Dumbledore looked again at the old wooden box in the corner with his eyes closed.

22. Brain hole episode 2

to mr gellert greenwald

Dear Gellert:

After receiving your letter last night, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep. Of course, it was only because you finally found a temporary place to stay. I understand the irritability of not making any real progress after three months of non-stop searching. I hope you can remember, I am with you.

To remind you of this, and to make up for the fact that I have to stay home with my brother Aberforth, who hasn't graduated yet (you remember the boy who bothered us that night? I've already taught him), and my Squib sister Ali Anna regrets not being able to go with you, I made a small wooden box myself, and it will be sent to you along with today's letter.

If you look closely, I used a serpentine etch technique to wrap the corners of the small case.I think you'd go into Slytherin if you were at Hogwarts, so while your gilt hair glistens in the sun, I think you'd prefer silver and snakeskin.I really don't have much talent for other decorations. Fortunately, this is a small wooden box. If you want, you can easily carve some beautiful patterns around the wooden box. I know you are very good at those lines with mysterious beauty. I hope A fine and beautiful wooden box next time we meet!

As for its internal space, you don’t need to worry about it. I engraved it with traceless magnifying spells and space-setting spells. I used the runes you recommended instead of ancient English—the runes are indeed better than ancient English. Strong and steady, you are always right dear Gail!There is a lot of space in the box, and I think maybe you can divide it into several rooms with different functions, so that you don't need to endure the sun and rain even if you travel outside.Maybe you wouldn't mind setting up a room for me in there too?Aberforth is about to graduate soon, and with his level of magic, he can only work in a shop. It just so happens that he and Ariana get along very well, so I think, when Aberforth graduates next year, maybe you will welcome him. I travel with you?Together we can find the Deathly Hallows.

Speaking of the Holy Relic of the Deathly Hallows, we found the tombstone with the Deathly Hallows logo when you visited this summer. After many inquiries and comparisons, I confirmed that it is Ignotus Peverell— —The cemetery of the last surviving brother among the three brothers, the bearer of the Invisibility Cloak.I know that the Cloak of Invisibility is the least of your concern among the three holy objects, but at least it is a beginning, and since it is so famous, it is also a precious treasure.

My guess is that Ignotus Peverell's descendant family should have settled near Godric's Hollow, and they must have dropped that prominent last name, but as long as they're around, I guess I They can be found!

You don't have to come back for this one lead, I'll let you know if I post *blocked keywords* any new leads.I engraved an extra positioning and tracking charm in the small box I sent you to ensure that my owl can find you accurately, I hope you don't mind.

Speaking of owls, mine feels too old to fly, you'd better make good on your promises before she retires completely - hopefully you have a clue of where the phoenix hangs out by now, lol!

There's still a lot I want to write in the letter, but I have to go see what the hell Ariana is screaming, maybe I can figure out how to give her some balm or tranquilizer or something?You know, I can memorize the white magic with a long spell, but I don’t know why I can’t master the content of the potion well. Few people are as perfect as you Gail! Maybe you can give me Suggestions on how to get my sister to be alone for a while?

Looking forward to your reply!

For the greatest good,

Love you Albus Dumbledore