Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 383 Retrospective Scene

Hearing this, Ryan's eyes immediately became sharp like a hawk finding its prey.

The extraordinary intuition of a wizard with a third eye, and the punctuation left by Ryan, which most members of the Order of the Phoenix have except Dumbledore, made him seem to go back to an hour ago and witness the conversation in the headmaster's office.

"Dumbledore, I think you made a wrong decision!"

"Karkaroff's words have never been so well-regulated: 'I investigated the regular places where all wizard groups in London appear: Delphina Collimp's shop, Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Fengya Wizard Clothing Store, Quidditch Museum, Leaky Cauldron, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases, and the headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic'."

"Such a change, and not through magic, you should know how dangerous Grindelwald is-your lover!" Snape's ginger face was tangled with muscles, and saliva was flying everywhere, all revealing his worries.

"I know him very well." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but did not refute Snape's impolite address.

"No, you don't."

"If you really know, then tell me, why did Grindelwald leave Nurmengard?"

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"And the invisibility cloak he mentioned - I know Harry's disgusting father has one, he once showed off, it was inherited from his grandfather."

"You know, the general invisibility cloak does not have such a long life, and you gave it to Harry -" Snape seemed to be irritated. He walked around Dumbledore quickly, his greasy long hair tangled in the air, and the black cloak behind him fluttered like a bat's wings behind him.

"You are worried about Harry."

"You are worried that this matter will involve him." Dumbledore pushed his half-moon glasses and suddenly realized.

"No, not all."

"If you really have something to do, I will too--" Snape's words got stuck in his throat, and his steps also suddenly stopped. He stood there, his brows furrowed, and his mouth turned into a ︵ shape.

"Severus," Dumbledore sighed softly and wiped his eyes with his hands, "This will not pose any threat to Harry."

"The same goes for me." Dumbledore sighed again, but Snape's expression was still like an iceberg frozen for a thousand years, without any change.

"First of all, the reason why Gettler mentioned the invisibility cloak through Karkaroff was just to make me understand why If he is released from prison, it is an invitation that I cannot refuse. "

"So, your worry about Harry is unnecessary."

"Also, if Gettler really does what you want to do to me, it won't be so soon. You have to know that I will come to Hogwarts to participate in the Triwizard Tournament next school year." Dumbledore crossed his fingers, leaned back in his chair, and explained patiently to Snape.

"Just assume that you and Harry will be fine."

"What is the reason that cannot be refused?" Snape still maintained an aggressive tone.

However, his mouth has returned to a ︶ shape.

"Too rude."

"As the headmaster of Slytherin, you dare to speak to the headmaster like this. If it were me back then." The most annoying headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black in the portrait on the wall opened his eyes.

"You were the headmaster of Slytherin back then, right?" The fat, red-nosed Fosco Florin also opened his eyes.

However, the other former headmasters in the portraits were still dozing.

"You know what I mean!" Phineas pulled his goatee in anger.

"Reason? A hope, a hope to save everything." Dumbledore ignored the conversation between Phineas and Fusco in the portrait on the wall. He stood up, and for the first time, the smile that had always permeated his face disappeared. His light blue eyes shone with a light that no one could understand.

After an unknown period of silence, Dumbledore came back to his senses, "By the way, go and tell Hagrid that he might as well ask his friends for their opinions on that matter."

"Do you want to know where Voldemort is now?"

"Through Harry?" Snape's Harry security radar immediately started.

"Yes, he may have had another dream." Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, and the phoenix Fawkes flew to his right hand and gently pecked Dumbledore's ear with his beak.

A spark appeared, and the next second Dumbledore lost his trace on the spot.

In the real world, Ryan opened his eyes.

"Interesting, Grindelwald is finally going to meet Dumbledore." Ryan thought.

This long-awaited scene - the cross-century meeting between the greatest white wizard and the first generation of the Dark Lord.

Ryan couldn't help but feel happy.

Should he enjoy "Harry Potter and Hagrid's Troubles" first, or watch "100 Years of Stolen Dreadful - Black and White Collide Again!" .

Although he can split himself, or watch two places at the same time, the sense of ritual will be gone.

Just when Ryan was still struggling, Ron's speech helped Ryan make a decision.

"Let's do it tomorrow." Ron winked at Harry.

He still had to sort out the knowledge he learned from "The Magic of Emotions" before leaving Moon City.

"Yes, we are too tired." Harry secretly pinched his thigh and made a very uncomfortable expression.

"It's all because of Fred and George!"

"Because it took us too much energy to find them." Ginny followed Harry's words and drooped her tender beef five-square face.

Although Ryan didn't think it was very good, her face that Westerners liked, coupled with her tearful expression, made Harry unconsciously hug Ginny into his arms.

Ron on the side began to doubt his decision, whether he should stop pretending to be tired.

However, his desire for knowledge and his resistance to the interaction between Harry and Ginny did not let him say more.

"Then you go to rest."

"I will write to Hagrid, tomorrow, right." Draco felt something was wrong, but Pansy on his right pulled his sleeve.

For Pansy, it was fine because Draco accepted Harry and the others.

If Hagrid, the big fool in her eyes, was also included, she would be a little unhappy.

"Well, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow after lunch." Harry nodded.

He suddenly remembered that he also had to quickly transfer the words on the parchment that he had transformed with Transfiguration to the notebook.

Otherwise, the content above would be gone.

The content of magic theory was okay, he remembered it.

But the formula of the potion to replace blood and the precautions when making it were still very difficult for him to remember it alone.

So, on their way to the lounge, Ryan concealed his existence again and disappeared from their memory.