Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 265 The Last Prophecy
During the summer vacation, Hogwarts was exceptionally quiet. In the noisy castle in the past, only Peeves and ghosts remained there, and even Filch left.

Seems to be going to some kind of training class on how to make a Squib use magic.

Occasionally, Professor McGonagall would come back here to take care of some freshmen's problems, send them acceptance letters or provide assistance or something, but most of the time she would not be here.Sometimes Dumbledore will come back, mostly at the request of Professor McGonagall. After all, only the headmaster can make decisions on some difficult issues.

"That's all, Minerva?" Dumbledore signed his name on the agreement with Gringotts, representing a subsidy for those extremely poor freshmen.The amount that each person can get is not much, but it adds up to a huge sum of money.

"That's all for now." Professor McGonagall put away the parchment, rolled it up and held it in his hand.Pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose, he asked again: "Have you found a candidate for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Severus will take over that position," Dumbledore replied calmly.

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment while pushing his glasses, and hurriedly said, "But Dumbledore, that position..."

"Curse, yes, I know." Dumbledore said, "But there is no way to do it. Under the current situation, it is very difficult to recruit a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I have been looking for a whole vacation. No one has promised to take the job."

"But in comparison, I have a good candidate for the position of Potions professor."

"Are you talking about Professor Slughorn? Will he agree to return to Hogwarts at this time?" Professor McGonagall was puzzled. She knew Horace Slughorn very well. Speaking of which, he was not a qualified professor. He only had eyes for those outstanding and outstanding wizards, but he turned a blind eye to the mediocre ones.

Because of this character, they had a good relationship when Voldemort was still at Hogwarts, and they could even be called his favorite students, but after Voldemort became the Dark Lord, Slughorn disappeared, and Not going to the parties of his students, no one knew where he was for a long time.

"With all due respect, it is unlikely that Professor Slughorn will agree." Professor McGonagall said, "You may need to think again, Dumbledore."

"It doesn't matter, I am sure to convince him." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, and said calmly, "Besides, there are some things I need to get answers from him."

"About that person?"

"Yes, it has something to do with Tom." Dumbledore said, with a sudden smile on his face, "Believe me, Minerva, he will agree, after all, now we have Harry, and Hermione, Sla Ghorn likes a good student, doesn't he?"

"But..." Professor McGonagall hadn't finished speaking when the window of the principal's office suddenly made a thud, which attracted both of them's attention.

There was doubt in Dumbledore's eyes, he glanced at Professor McGonagall, then at Fox on the shelf, and finally got up and came to the window.

Pushing open the window, there is a tired-looking owl.There are still drops of water on its body, and a piece of feather on its wing is missing.Seeing Dumbledore appear, he hurriedly put the letter in his mouth into his hand, and even pawed it.

Dumbledore took the letter, but there was no information on the envelope. He looked at the exhausted owl again, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"What's the matter, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

"Sorry Minerva, I need a little private space now." Dumbledore squeezed the letter, turned and looked at Professor McGonagall calmly.

Professor McGonagall stared at it for a moment, nodded lightly, said nothing, and left with the agreement that had just been signed.

Dumbledore watched quietly as Professor McGonagall walked out of the gate, holding the letter in one hand, and waving the wand with the other, and the two curtains covered the portraits of the younger brother Zhang on the wall.He hurried to a full-length mirror, and with another wave of his wand, the mirror turned to reveal a secret room.

The inside is empty, only a half-height stone pillar, on which is placed a wide, flat and hollow copper basin - Pensieve.

He came to the Pensieve and eagerly opened the letter. There was only a blank piece of paper inside.Dumbledore's expression was as usual, the wand lightly tapped on the letter paper, and a ray of silver-white silk-like light was pulled out.

Putting it straight into the Pensieve, Dumbledore plunged into it without any hesitation.

As soon as the face was immersed in the pensieve's sleep, there was a sense of weightlessness like apparition, and when he stood still, his eyes had completely changed.

It was an empty living room with a lonely fireplace leaning against the wall, only a brown sofa and a small wooden coffee table.

A thin, white-haired old man was sitting on the sofa, wearing a white robe.

"Albus." He seemed to be aware of it, and when Dumbledore's figure appeared here, he turned his head, his eyes were very calm.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore murmured, standing quietly on the spot, but his eyes fell firmly on Grindelwald.

Grindelwald also stood up from the sofa, took two steps in Dumbledore's direction, and almost touched Dumbledore when he stopped.He seemed to be able to see Dumbledore's figure, and looked him up and down. After a long time, he said softly, "This should be the last letter I wrote to you, Albus..."

"I should be dead by the time you receive it."

"Did it scare you, did you feel a little sad?"

"Ha~"

A bright smile appeared on Grindelwald's face, and his tone became much lighter.

"A few days ago, I saw some pictures... You know, I have the ability to predict, and no one can mislead me about the pictures except you..."

"In that picture, I saw a snake-like person. That should be Tom Riddle, right? What trouble are you facing now?"

"He was supposed to ask me something, but I refused, and then he killed me."

"A green light... bang! Then I died." Grindelwald gestured with his hands, and tilted his head suddenly, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"But it's not important, I won't use my remaining magic power to tell you this boring thing..." He shook his head, his face became serious in an instant, and his tone became much more serious.

"Listen, Albus, it wasn't just someone who came the day I died, there was another young fellow..."

"Be careful! He is dangerous, more dangerous than Tom!"

"I have a feeling that I should have predicted something about that young man, but for some reason, my memory doesn't have the relevant content..." Grindelwald stared intently, his eyes full of dignity, " You know what I mean, Albus!"

Dumbledore quietly looked at Grindelwald in front of him, at the sudden bloodshot eyes in his eyes, at his extremely serious face, motionless, like a sculpture.

After a while, Grindelwald smiled suddenly, his eyes closed and opened, and the bloodshot eyes disappeared completely.He shyly returned to the sofa and sat down, with the fingers of his right hand pressed together next to his temple, a soft white light flickered on it.

Suddenly, he turned his head, and there was only water-like calm in his eyes.

"This time, I won, Albus..."

(End of this chapter)