Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"The prediction I made about Dumbledore, I told the Grindelwald teacher a long time ago, but he didn't care at all."

"What prediction result?"

Sechateli was very curious, Grindelwald didn't care about Dumbledore, it was really strange.

"I told him that Dumbledore would die."

"..."

Sechateli was silent for a while.

Isn’t this nonsense?

"In this world, an individual will die."

She said: "So your prediction is basically nonsense, not to mention Dumbledore is so old."

Jon is also silent, can he still say that Dumbledore will die at any time because of what and what?

Remind Grindelwald to note that it is already very difficult, okay?

Fortunately, after getting along for so long, the two of them still had a tacit understanding, and they turned the topic off the same.

Anyway, some things do not need them to deal with now.

"Okay, let's get started, we have to hurry up."

...

Dumbledore walked down the corridor of Hogwarts.

No one saw him, Myrtle was busy crying, and Ginny, who ran away, didn't notice anyone behind him, and picked up the notebook she had thrown into the water.

"Nice dark magic item."

After hearing about Horcrux, Dumbledore began to check all the records of Jon's subordinates.

No one can hide what the headmaster is doing in Hogwarts, unless the headmaster pretends not to see it.

Being able to make something like Marauder's Map, Peeves obviously has a stronger surveillance ability than Marauder's Map. On the day he was created, his mission was doomed.

Hogwarts Castle is responsible for all offensive and defensive facilities, and Peeves is an excellent visual aid and killer.

"It's just too bad."

Dumbledore threw the notebook under the basin and turned to leave.

If nothing else, Harry will get this notebook soon.

Then, the first battle can begin.

……

"Is Lockhart the most sloppy guy you have ever seen?"

Ron was obviously dissatisfied with this point, and Harry Leaving dormitory, began to go upstairs to the castle.

Snape arranged a lot of homework for them, and Harry thought he would not finish it until the Sixth Year.

Ron was about to say that he really regretted not asking Hermione how many rat tails should be added to the germinal potion to work, when suddenly they heard an angry shout from someone upstairs.

"What happened?"

"It's Filch."

Harry whispered.

They ran up the stairs in three steps, hiding in places where others could not see, listening carefully.

"Do you think someone will be attacked again?" Ron asked nervously.

They stood motionless, peeking their heads in the direction of Filch's voice, which was almost hysterical.

"...come to trouble me again! I mopped the floor all night, as if my work wasn’t enough! No, it’s really unbearable, I’m going to find it Dumbledore..."

Filch's footsteps faded away, and they heard a violent door slamming in the distance.

Behind the door, Filch, who had finished acting, saw the letter of the express correspondence course that had just been sent by Owl on his desk, and threw it into the trash can.

Recently, Dumbledore asked him to act more and more strangely. He didn't have time to practice the magic introductory course.

Speaking of which is weird, he always feels as if he can become a powerful wizard with a little effort, there seems to be something in the air calling him, that kind of existence seems very powerful mysterious , And it has power.

But when it comes to courses, he should follow Jon's advice and go to Lockhart to learn how to perform.

...

Harry and they poked their heads from the corner.

Filch was obviously standing guard in his usual place, and they came to the place where Mrs. Norris was attacked.

They could see at a glance why Filch was yelling, and a large pool of water spread over half of the corridor. It seemed that the water was continuously leaking from under the door of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Come. Now that Filch stopped yelling, they heard Myrtle's cries echoing across the walls of the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Let’s go over and take a look." Harry said, so they lifted the robe above the ankle and kicked the surging water , Walked to the door of the room where the "fault" notice was hung.

As usual, they turned a blind eye to the notice and went straight in.

Today's Myrtle's crying voice is actually louder and harsher than before, which is really unbelievable.

She seems to be hiding in her usual flush toilet. The light in the washing room is dim, because the gushing water extinguished the candles and made the walls and floor damp.

"What's the matter, Myrtle?"

"Who are you?" Myrtle said in a gurgling voice, "You want to hit me with something again?"

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Harry Water walked to her single room and said, "Why should I hit you with something?"

"Don't ask me," Myrtle yelled out and spouted again. A larger stream of water splashed on the already drenched floor, "I stayed here well, considering my own problems, some people think that throwing a book on me is funny..."

"Even if someone throws something at you, it won't hurt you." Harry said sensibly, "I mean, that thing can go straight through you, right?"

Harry said the wrong thing.

Myrtle suddenly swelled up, and screamed: "Let everyone hit Myrtle with a book, because she can't feel it at all!

If you hit her with a book Stomach, get ten points!

If you hit her head, you get fifty points!

Very good, haha!

What a cute game, I see Not necessarily!"

"Then who hit you with a book?" Harry asked.

"I don't know... I was sitting on the toilet seat, thinking of death, and the book suddenly fell from my head."

Myrtle stared fiercely. Looking at them, they said, "It's right there, it's all soaked in water."

Harry and Ron followed the direction Myrtle pointed and looked down the pool. They saw a small, thin book. The thin book lay on the ground. The tattered black cover, like everything in the bathroom, was completely drenched. Harry took a step forward, trying to pick it up, but Ron suddenly stretched out an arm and grabbed him.

"What's wrong?"

Harry asked.

"Are you crazy?"

Ron said, "It may be dangerous."

"Danger?"

Harry said He laughed, "Stop talking nonsense, how could it be dangerous?"