Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 243 Nurmengard Tower
Since the last conversation with Barty Jr., when Barty Jr. said that his intention to recruit Brie was rejected, Barty Jr., who is taking classes as Moody, has not come to see Brie again. Brie also has a lot of things to complete. Sometimes he would skip Moody's classes, sit in the turret and study how to turn notes into small worlds, or use small insects to experiment with the solution to the Unforgivable Curse.

"It's still a little short of that, otherwise ordinary wizards wouldn't be able to use such power."

The experiment was successful because Bree was inspired to solve the Imperius Curse through her conversation with Barty Jr. and completed the counter-curse; and the Cruciatus Curse also found its direction under Bree's unique soul-nurturing magic. The most difficult work of repairing the soul was completed; but it was also a failure because using such magic requires too much power and requires preparation in advance, which is very difficult for ordinary wizards.

As for the Killing Curse... Bree felt that there was still something missing.

"spiritualism?"

Bree suddenly realized it, and then remembered the spiritual summoning ritual used by Mrs. Black at the old Black house to bring back the soul of the dead Regulus...

Bree's eyes flickered as she kept flashing through the memories of that time, hoping to extract the magic flow in the ceremony at that time.

After half a breath, Bree's vision returned.

"It's better to write a letter to Sirius Black. I didn't even pay attention and it was ruined." Bree quickly finished writing the letter and left the corner tower, preparing to go to the Owlery.

"Hi, Odd!" Harry stood in front of the owl wigwam. When he saw Bree, he opened his arms and shouted, causing the owls in the hut to flutter.

"Good afternoon, Potter."

Today is Halloween. Dumbledore mysteriously gave everyone a day off to decorate the halls of Hogwarts for the first time, but Bree was not interested in hanging ribbons.

"Good afternoon, Oded." Harry was a little flustered. He glanced at the letter in Bree's hand and found the topic.

"Are you here to send a letter too? I rarely see you."

Bree usually uses notes to convey information after equipping important people or friends with magic pages, but Blake is not one of them.

"It's for Black." Harry's godfather is Black, and there is no need to hide this from him.

"Sirius?" Harry scratched his head, as if starting a conversation.

"I almost forgot, you and Sirius know each other."

Bree smiled and mailed the letter. Harry waited on the side until Bree was about to go back, then he continued to speak: "I heard that you went to find Dumbledore at the beginning of school... because of the three strongest men. A competition?"

"I think it's really unfair and you're perfectly suited for this competition."

"You will win the championship and this will be in the trophy room!"

Bree shook her head

"It's not the Triwizard Tournament, it's Dumbledore who asked me to talk about something, about the book I wrote and the current situation in the wizarding world."

Bree was a little curious as to whether Dumbledore's beard would explode if he told Harry what Dumbledore told him.

Harry touched the magic item on his chest and said with some disappointment: "I have been practicing natural magic, but I still haven't felt the existence of natural magic...Hermione said that she felt it during the vacation, but unfortunately she said This is a very magical feeling that cannot be put into words, you can only feel it yourself."

Harry was a little irritable and followed Bree down the rotating magic stone stairs. Their footsteps echoed in the empty space.

"It's been almost four years. I don't know what I have learned in the wizarding world...luminescent flashing, or taking away your weapons. I can only say that I know it, but I can't fully use it."

"My talent must be very poor, or I am more like a Muggle. There is not much wizard blood..."

Bree suddenly stopped and looked at the somewhat sad Harry. Like a big brother, she softly said softly: "Don't doubt yourself, Potter."

"Maybe you can focus on your strengths instead of focusing on your shortcomings... Well, for example, in the second grade, I found that I was a guy who was... bad at languages, so I used what I was best at Magic, discovering the power to listen to all things.”

"Ah, I... don't have any merit."

Bree shook her head, what did Harry say just now...

"You said you were better at disarming spells, why don't you try to discover them?" Bree patted Harry on the shoulder, then changed direction and walked toward the library.

Now the research on the counter-curse of the Unforgivable Curse only needs to wait for Blake's reply. As for the notes, Bree asked Tom to look for some precious materials. It has not been completed yet. He cannot start the experiment yet, so Bree can only look for it again. Inspired.

Walking into the library, he crossed the cordon of the restricted book area without any familiarity, came to a pile of books, casually pulled out a copy of "The Crimes of Grindelwald", and read it slowly.

"Grindelwald's behavior is definitely the most head-on confrontation between wizards and Muggles, and it is also the most detailed."

Flipping through the pages of the book, Bree paused slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Dumbledore standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

Bree lowered her head and continued to read.

"What you said to Harry just now is very interesting. I think Harry will get over his confusion quickly." Dumbledore said to Bree.

Don't doubt yourself?
Brie recalled briefly and blurted out: "I actually wanted to tell him that he should be more suspicious of the world, but it was too cruel and I was afraid he wouldn't be able to accept it."

Bree put the book down and said distressedly: "The records are too messy, and it's hard to distinguish between true and false. Why did the person who wrote the book add artistic revisions?"

"Are you looking for Grindelwald's weaknesses, Odd." Dumbledore asked probingly.

Bree looked at Dumbledore, without covering up, and responded: "The biggest conflict between wizards and Muggles in the past hundred years happened with Grindelwald. Since you have made it clear, don't you allow me to understand? A friend of mine told me that if you don’t look at history, you will never find the truth, and you can’t judge how you will survive in the future.”

Dumbledore nodded.

"You have grown up. I still remember that when you first entered Hogwarts, you were not so timid when encountering danger. Now, you have learned to judge the future and choose life."

Unfortunately, people can never accurately judge the future, and it is difficult to choose the right life.

"Because I care more and more about this world, Dumbledore. I can't live without her, and I won't let her leave." A complicated look flashed in Bree's eyes. Life is about growing from a seed to a towering tree. process, and in this process the roots will spread and become entangled in the earth, becoming inseparable.

"Yes, we can't live without her. After we find her, we can't leave." Dumbledore did not say more on this topic, but turned back to Grindelwald.

"I wanted to tell you Grindelwald's life before, but I now think it is unnecessary."

"Grindelwald's life is also my life. You won't like it. This is also a story that is difficult to repeat."

"I think you should see him now."

Dumbledore took out a spherical bottle necklace from his arms, but there was nothing in the bottle.

"what is this?"

Dumbledore looked at the necklace in his hand in retrospect, but said calmly: "A door key."

There was not much to express, but Bree felt the aura of magic on it. It was a magic item, but... it didn't feel complete, or maybe it was just an imitation.

"Come on, as the principal, I want to teach you this lesson."

Bree reached out and touched the necklace cautiously.

"Om..."

Bree seemed to be falling into a twisted space, and the world was spinning. He used magic to protect himself, and soon he and Dumbledore fell to the ground.

"Quack, quack, quack..." The dark sky was filled with thick dark clouds, and accompanied by the cold sound of wind, crows chirped miserably on the high tower in front of Bri, as if to welcome strangers who had not been here for a long time.

"Nurmengard Tower." Bree said the name of this place.

Dumbledore nodded silently. He looked at the window above the tower, which was open but could separate the world more than being closed, and opened his lips.

"Go in, I think he will tell you, his thoughts, and why he chose to fail."

Dumbledore's voice was very weak, and the sound of the wind rose and fell in a flash.

Bree looked at the unclosed tower door and took a few steps, but soon stopped and turned around, blocking the door from Dumbledore's eyes.

"Mr. Grindelwald probably doesn't want to be a specimen in a class for others to look at."

"I don't want to disturb an old man's choice at this time. It's unnecessary."

Dumbledore was silent for a long time before saying, "You chose to give up?"

Bree shook her head.

"I just want to determine my own direction before asking about other people's failures."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand in a daze, and the necklace was still there.

"Then go back, Oded."

Bree and Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts through the necklace, and above the tower, at the edge of the window, a pair of bright eyes gradually dimmed and blurred.

"Albus..."

"Who is that child?"

"Quack, quack, quack..." The black crow on the high tower started up and flew away...

Hogwarts, in the library——

"I wanted you to avoid the path he chose, Odd." Dumbledore said bluntly, without hiding what Bree meant.

With all kinds of things flashing through Bree's mind, he nodded and acquiesced to Dumbledore's behavior, and he didn't want to take the path of a loser.

"I look forward to you finding your own direction." Dumbledore continued: "After I discovered the crisis in the wizarding world, I was also stuck in the same choice as you... That was a confused time in my life."

"Gellert guided me in the direction, although I took another path..." Reminiscence flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he became painful again.

"There is no such thing as the Dark Lord and the White Devil, but I succeeded."

"But I guess I'll have to go see how the lobby is getting ready, Halloween never disappoints."

After saying that, Dumbledore left the library with a smile...

(End of this chapter)