Chapter 354 Dumbledore: It’s Best Not to Do Anything

The path leading from the school's main entrance to the castle is neither long nor short. On the right side of the path is the Quidditch pitch, and on the left is a neatly planned field. Hagrid's hut, whomping willow, greenhouse and vegetable patch are all here, and further away. It's the Forbidden Forest.

It was the Christmas holidays, and the huge Quidditch pitch was empty except for Harry and Ron.

Harry, the starting player, originally wanted to take advantage of the vacation to conduct one-on-one training with substitute player and friend Ron Weasley, but he was only a seeker and his batting skills were average, so he would not have much training effect on the goalkeeper.

After some random fun and flying, the wind and snow hurt their faces, so they found a seat in the Gryffindor auditorium and sat down to let their frozen cheeks relax for a while.

"I can try hitting the ball with magic. I can do it from all angles." Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his stiff cheeks. He covered his face with his hands and thought for a while. A muffled voice came from his palms. " What do you think, Ron?"

"Forget it, it's too cold..." Ron said with a trembling voice, "That guy McLaggen, if I can use my full strength, his skills will definitely not be as good as mine. When the time comes, I will become a Quidditch player." Captain, we must train him hard.”

"Yes, that's right……"

"Have rested enough, let's go back to the common room. We can stay in front of the fireplace and enjoy all the warm light..." Ron sighed, "But it's so boring..."

All the familiar friends have gone home for the holidays, even Loren and Hermione from previous years are not here. After today, none of the wizard chess pieces want to see them anymore.

Harry let go of his hands covering his face and put on his glasses: "Let's go find Professor Lupin. Whether it's to ask something or learn something, it's better than staying in the common room."

"Professor Lupine?" Ron was stunned for a moment. On Christmas night, they discovered Professor Lupine's secret. Professor Lupine was honest enough with them and told them the whole story. The two of them were in a very deep state of mind at the time. It was complicated and I didn’t say much, but the two of them still felt awkward these days and never talked to Professor Lu Ping again.

Professor Lu Ping also seemed to be avoiding them. When they were dining in the auditorium, they met several other professors who were staying at the school, but they did not see Lu Ping.

Ron was a little silent. He didn't understand the psychological thoughts of werewolves, but he understood the psychological thoughts of poor people. He remembered the patched clothes he wore when he saw the professor for the first time, and his thin face had become healthier recently...

Ron glanced at Harry quickly and asked in a low voice: "Harry, what do you think of Professor Lupin?"

"I think Professor Lupin is a good person..." Harry muttered softly and wanted to rub his face to relax, but his glasses stopped him, "My father and Sirius are friends with him, and Principal Dumbledore believes in him. Nap brewed wolfsbane potion for him...and he is a dedicated Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I have ever encountered."

"If other people know Professor Lupin's identity, the school board and the pure-blood parents will definitely not let him continue to stay in Hogwarts..." Ron exhaled depressedly, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and suddenly said The voice of surprise,

"Eh? Aren't those Loren and Hermione?"

Harry followed Ron's gaze.

…

After walking through the path, Loren and Hermione stood at the door of the castle shaking off the snowflakes on their shoulders. They entered the castle and came all the way to the door of the stone statue on the third floor. When they signed up for the food, the fourth name "Chui Bao Super Bubble Gum" came to the monster statue. He jumped away, and the wall behind him cracked open to reveal a spiral staircase.

The two stepped forward and were about to step onto the spiral staircase when they suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming from the corridor.

Harry and Ron, wearing Gryffindor team uniforms and hand-knitted sweaters given by Mrs. Weasley, hurried to catch up with them.

"Loren! Hermione!" Harry dragged Ron to the two of them and stepped on the spiral staircase. He looked at them in surprise and joy, as if he had many things he couldn't wait to say to them, "Aren't you going home for vacation? Have you gone? Why are you going back to school..."

"We went to Diagon Alley to buy mandrake blades, but something unexpected happened on the way. Professor Snape sent us back to school..." Hermione explained slowly, "We were planning to go to Dumbledore to explain the situation. , let’s talk about it later if there’s anything else.”

"Diagon Alley? Accident?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, and he suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "It's Bellatrix Lestrange! That Death Eater!"

Together at the Three Broomsticks, they overheard what Fudge said to Rosmerta and quickly connected with it.

"There was indeed an attack in Diagon Alley, but we can't say whether it was Bellatrix Lestrange or not..." Loren shook his head, "What we are talking about is another matter, which is more serious. An accident.”

"Another accident..."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, curious in their hearts. They wanted to ask but felt it was inappropriate.

While they were talking, the spiral staircase brought the four of them to the door of the principal's office...

The fireplace in the principal's office exudes warm firelight, and the paintings of previous principals on the wall are sleeping peacefully. Occasionally, the male principal makes a small snore, and the silverware on the table spurts white mist.

Dumbledore was feeding cookies to Fox: "Try it, Fox. The ginger cookies Molly gave are not sweet, but they taste good."

"squeak!"

"What, no birds like ginger biscuits..." Dumbledore frowned and thought carefully, nodded and then fed the biscuits into his mouth, "That's such a pity."

When he heard the door open, Dumbledore turned his head and raised his gray eyebrows in surprise:

"Oh, I have to admit I'm a little surprised, but I have to say, Merry Christmas, Loren, Hermione... I really like the scarves and gloves you gave me..."

"Merry Christmas, Professor, but now is not the time to talk about this, we have more important things!" Hermione said a series of words quickly and neatly, "We were hit by an explosion when we were in the Leaky Cauldron. McGonagall, Flitwick and Professor Snape, Loren and I, we accidentally traveled many years ago and met Ms. Daisy Doddridge, the creator of the Leaky Cauldron..."

Harry and Ron stared at each other in surprise, trying to mentally digest the information Hermione was telling them.

"The Leaky Cauldron...Ms. Daisy Doddridge..." Dumbledore frowned. Long-term time travel is always accompanied by disaster, but now they are standing here safely...

Dumbledore felt a little more at ease. He summoned a few chairs to sit in front of the desk, and stretched out his hand to motion for the young wizards to sit down.

"It sounds like you have just experienced an unprecedented adventure..." Dumbledore showed no trace of eagerness on his face. He picked up the white porcelain teapot decorated with bluebells and asked patiently, "Pumpkin juice, maple syrup, juice Or something else?”

Hermione, Harry and Ron looked straight at the teapot, their eyes almost bursting with anxiety.

"Just pumpkin juice..." Loren took a tea cup and handed it over. While Dumbledore was pouring the pumpkin juice, he slowly told what happened. "We met some professors at the Leaky Cauldron today. While the professors were chatting, the explosion affected the time turner..."

Loren slightly omitted the matter of the Philosopher's Stone powder, and recounted the subsequent time travel one by one, witnessing the wizards working together to save the Leaky Cauldron, and Ms. Doddridge's guidance on their return...

While telling the insignificant things before, Loren was also thinking in her mind. Ms. Doddridge deliberately stunned Professor Flitwick and Hermione, and told him the historical truth alone, telling the story of the relationship between several great wizards and the immortals. ’s struggle, are there any secrets in this that cannot be spread?

Perhaps this period of ancient history is like the memory of the "Book of Abraham" in his mind, a taboo that cannot be spread...

However, Ms. Doddridge did not specifically ask not to tell others, and he did not feel that there was any curse in that period of history. After thinking for a while, Loren decided to continue telling the story, only slightly concealing the unclear connection between him and the fairy Morgan:

"...After Professor Flitwick and Hermione were in coma, Ms. Doddridge told me about a very ancient history. In the ancient era when magic was prosperous, there was a group of gifted wizards..."

Ten minutes later, Loren drank almost half a bottle of pumpkin juice by himself. The pumpkin juice in Hermione, Harry and Ron's glasses was not touched at all. They sat stupidly on their chairs, their dizzy heads digesting. Ancient history just heard.

The evil immortals...Merlin and the fairy Morgan...the four founders...a destined war.

Hearing those magnificent histories makes people's hearts agitate. The heart pumps out blood. The hot temperature travels along the blood vessels. The hot emotions echo in the heart for a long time, and the whole body is warm.

"What a glorious and glorious history..." Dumbledore sighed softly, his blue eyes shining brightly.

Many questions about history and ancient magic now have answers. Even if there are still some mysteries that cannot be solved, this hidden history points the way.

Loren slowly drank the pumpkin juice and put down the cup. When he raised his eyes to look at Dumbledore, he was surprised to find that the principal's paintings on the wall were turned upside down... He had a vague impression that he seemed to be mentioning the immortals. Dumbledore waved his wand.

Loren looked back thoughtfully and asked the question in his heart: "Professor, why did Ms. Doddridge only tell me this alone? I mean, there is nothing that cannot be said about these things. Why did she go out of her way to faint? Hermione and Professor Flitwick..."

"Maybe it's the instructions left by our Mr. Slytherin, maybe it's a prophecy, maybe it's other reasons... In short, Ms. Doddridge can only trust you."

Dumbledore's expression gradually became serious. He rarely smiled, but looked at the young wizards seriously, "I also hope that you will not leak what you heard today, even to your parents. Brothers and sisters...can you promise me?"

"Why does it feel like you're specifically emphasizing me?" Ron muttered in a low voice, nodding and making a promise behind Hermione and Harry.

"You have youth and a strong body, so you can't understand..." Dumbledore explained, "The desire for eternal life is an abyss without a bottom. In the past, only a handful of people pursued the abyss, and they didn't know the way to the abyss. path... When they learn that someone has really been to the bottom of the abyss, they will drag everyone down to the abyss at all costs."

The four little wizards nodded, with a look of understanding in their eyes.

"Professor, I still have some doubts..." Hermione shook her dizzy head and cheered up and asked, "Salazar Slytherin saw the destined war through prophecy, Ms. Doddridge said Is it true... that Muggles can become slaves to wizards, or that wizards' magic is considered original sin?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, looking at Hermione with his blue eyes: "Honestly, I don't know either..."

"Miss Granger, I have personally experienced many prophecies, and I have also witnessed the fulfillment of many prophecies..." Dumbledore lowered his voice very softly, as if talking to himself, "If you ask me, about the prophecies If you have any advice, all I can tell you is to do your own thing."

"Do your own thing..." several young wizards repeated in their hearts.

"Chi yo chi yo!"

Hermione turned her head in irritation and saw Loren sipping pumpkin juice from a cup. It was probably a cup just poured from the teapot, steaming with steam.

Sensing a faint smile on Principal Dumbledore's face, Hermione quickly tugged on Loren's sleeve, trying to make the man calm down.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing out loud: "Haha": "That's what I said! The best way to deal with the prophecy is to do nothing!"

"Instead of indulging in clueless bad predictions, all we can do is focus on the present. The experience of the old wizard is that if you try to make the world become the beautiful scene you envision, your actions will only push the world in the other direction! "

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Lunch time, Hogwarts Castle Great Hall.

The Christmas tree decorated by Professor Flitwick was still hung with bright trinkets, and the four academic desks had been moved back to their original positions, but the huge auditorium looked a little deserted.

Not long ago, in the principal's office, Dumbledore suddenly received a letter from the Ministry of Magic. He briefly spoke to Loren and others and left in a hurry. Loren and Hermione stayed at school for lunch.

"Dumbledore is always like this, nagging. No wonder wizards who don't understand would call him a madman..."

Ron stuffed a large piece of cut steak into his mouth, turned to Loren and complained, "And you two too! Professor Lupin said that you and Hermione have known about his werewolf identity for a long time, you He didn’t even tell me or Harry at all, that’s not enough of a friend!”

Harry glared at both of them equally dissatisfied.

"It's all Dumbledore's instructions!"

Loren calmly blamed the absent principal. Anyway, Harry and Ron would not confront Dumbledore, so he had nothing to lose.

And I have dealt with my friend’s questioning, a win-win situation!