"They're crazy. They are all dead. ”

Gawain only felt as if his chest was pressed by a boulder, and a sudden tension arose from his heart.

He didn't know what kind of desperation it would take to write such a record.

"Professor?"

Looking up, Gawain looked at Dumbledore, expecting him to explain.

"That's all I know. ”

The White Wizard shook his head.

"As you may already know, there are some messages that cannot be conveyed through words or words. The only thing I know about them is the one in the Forbidden Forest. ”

Perceiving Gawain's incomprehension, he explained.

"He wanted to escape from prison, completely escape the shackles left by the Big Four, and 'live' himself. The idea is stronger and closer to success than at any time in the past. ”

Dumbledore fingered a silver narrow-mouthed vessel on a virtual shelf.

From its mouth, smoke of many colors was spewed.

Among them, the white one turned into a castle, the green one turned into a poisonous snake, hovering in the forest outside the castle, and the scarlet one turned into a crown, standing high above the castle and the forest, but was turned into a dense net by the other three ropes that were yellow, red, and white respectively, and bound in the air.

"So what should I do?"

Gawain asked the question hesitantly.

"Do nothing, do nothing. For now, at least, this is a battle for us old fellows, and it's not time for you to get involved. ”

Dumbledore shook his head.

"But I just hope that at some point in the future, when Gawain you find out that only you have a chance to step up, don't back down and don't hesitate. ”

He looked at his right hand and said slowly.

The office fell silent, and even Phoenix Fox had fallen asleep. Gawain could only hear the "beep" in the fireplace, and the sleepy yawning and whispering of the portraits on the walls.

"Okay, it's too late, I've heard too many crazy things from an old fool, and I think you need to go to bed early, too. ”

Dumbledore set aside the teacup in his hand, stood up, and patted Gawain on the shoulder.

"Good night, Professor. ”

Despite his doubts, Gawain politely stood up, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and left the vaulted headmaster's office on the eighth floor, walking towards the Gryffindor Tower.

It's just that Gawain couldn't hear the somewhat slippery man's voice that suddenly sounded in the principal's office after he left.

"Dumbledore, you just let him do his own thing, he's rare..."

The man's words sounded a little sarcastic.

"Phineas, even if I use him as a tool, how many chances of success will I have? besides, we all know that no matter how careful I am, it is impossible to really change a truly gifted person. ”

Dumbledore replied to the man in the portrait. The man didn't reply, whether he agreed with Dumbledore or couldn't find enough arguments to refute him.

"And, perhaps, it's the old man's hunch... I think he might surprise our friend a lot. ”

He took a box from the drawer of his desk and opened it, and on the purple velvet cushion was an ochre-red wand. It was 15 inches long, but the decoration was very simple, except for a few round knots on the body of the staff.

"Who knows?"

Dumbledore gave the wand one last stupid glance before closing the box.

At the same time, Gawain had returned to Gryffindor's tower.

The floor of the common room was a mess of tattered parchment and pumpkin juice and butterbeer that had been spilled on the floor—the Gryffindors had undoubtedly enjoyed a good night in Professor Flitwick's class.

Gawain walked up to the second floor and took off his robe in front of his bed. He took the longbow from his pocket and tugged at the bowstring, but not at all.

"What an awkward guy. ”

He thought as he shoved the longbow under the bed, and with some hesitation put it back in his dragonskin pocket.

"Meow?"

The abyss was woken up by him, got up from the pillow, jumped gracefully to the ground, climbed down Gawain's leg to his shoulder, and licked the side of his face.

It made him feel a lot better.

"Thank you, Abyss. ”

Gawain took out a can, opened it, and put it on the ground. Abyss just glanced at him with a foolish look, and jumped in front of the can without hesitation.

Simply tidying himself up, Gawain stuffed himself into the pillow and soon fell asleep.

"Let's give it a try..."

Even in his dreams, he repeated this phrase.

The night passed quickly.

The Winged Demon was sent to Hogsmeade Village, where he lived happily in the magical creature farm run by Hogwarts and the Zabini family, where he was in the company of a basilisk and ate the brains of a well-fed pig or cow every day.

No one knew what was going on except the professors and poor Filch. But the Gryffindor cubs were at least very intuitively aware that Gawain had changed.

- He seems to be putting all his energy into studying.

Almost as long as it's not in class, holly club activities, or one or two irregular nights a week (Professor Lupin's special training), he can be found in the library.

In class, his performance was equally astonishing.

"That's wonderful, Mr. White, Gryffindor plus five points for his skillful levitation charm!"

This kind of praise has almost become a norm at Hogwarts.

Charms, Transfiguration, even Professor Snape's Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, he was too good to fault with anything.

Especially in the last week, he even managed to master the simple technique of silent spell casting, stopping Neville who was about to fall to the ground during flying lessons.

Gawain's reputation as a "curse genius" is spread among young wizards.

Of course, in addition to him, Hermione did just as well in that class.

It seems that after Harry's broomstick smashed through the windows on the eighth floor of the castle, she regained her confidence in flying. She wasn't very skilled, but she was at least able to fly around the field a few times.

But in contrast to all of this amazing performance is Gawain's performance in the history of magic class...

"Mr. Wade, if you are really sleepy, you can go to the school hospital and take a rest. ”

This was probably the first time in decades that the old-fashioned ghost Professor Binns had memorized the name of a young wizard (though it was still wrong) and had offered to persuade him to rest.

"I'm sorry, Professor. ”

Saying this, Gawain drooped his eyelids again, and was about to fall asleep again.

Last night, he had tried everything he could to defeat Professor Lupin, but in the end he was defeated by his skillful silent spell skills and rich experience.

And the night before, after the Holly Club event, he asked McGonagall, who had come to guide her, to teach some rapid transformation techniques, and trained alone until late at night.

The night before yesterday, he borrowed her "Standard Spells: Intermediate" from Penelope, and practiced some of the relatively complex spells described above.

These days, Gawain has forced himself like a clock, and he doesn't even have half a minute to rest. Hermione even offered to lend him a paper from his herbal medicine class to copy in order to give him a little more rest.

"It's not fair! Hermione, look at us, we're tired, too!"

Ron looked at Gawain enviously, holding up the parchment in his hand that was cleaner than his face. But all he gained was a sharp, disgusted look from Hermione.

"Gawain, you're going to bring yourself down like this!"

More than once, in the common room, in the library, Hermione said to him with a frown.

"Thank you, Jane. ”

But each time, Gawain answered her like this, and then diverted her from the subject with more questions.

"The force is loose and the strength is discharged, the body is broken, the body is broken, the speed is imprisoned, the eyes are covered..."

Gawain repeated the spell he still needed to master.

Professor Lupin was more competent and knowledgeable than he had imagined, not only explaining many of the techniques of using spells to Gawain, but also willing to serve as a sparring partner for him.

"Gawain, you need to pay attention. I don't know why you're so impatient, but you have to stop now and get some rest!"

During this week's "special training class", Lupin spoke harshly to Gawain after explaining a protective charm called "Humanoid Manifestation".

Humanoid manifestation is a common spell that helps wizards detect the presence of hidden opponents around them. Although it does not have a direct offensive or defensive effect, it can be used to deal with the Illusion Charm, as well as the Invisibility Cloak, and various items such as smoke grenades.

Maintaining the effect of humanoid protection for a relatively long period of time, and making yourself as sensitive to invisibility spells as possible, is a must to become an Auror.

"Yes, Professor. Homenum revelio (Humanoid manifestation). Gawain responded to Lupin, and with a flick of the spell, an invisible wave came out around him, making Lupin's body glow faintly.

This means that he has succeeded.

"I won't be able to teach you next week, and I'll write to Mrs. Pince at the library to ask her to refuse you to study in the library. I hope you can take advantage of the time leading up to Christmas and have a good rest. ”

Lupin knew that Gawain hadn't listened at all, and he sighed. Hearing his words, William suddenly realized that before he knew it, Christmas was only a week away.

"Professor?!"

Gawain looked at Professor Lupin with a tired face, but he shook his head mercilessly and rejected Gawain's attempt.

Mandatory "holiday" for a week.

It seems that this is already predestined.

"Looks like Professor McGonagall did ask if she was leaving school for Christmas?"

He recalled that when Professor McGonagall had asked him to fill out the form, he had been busy practicing spells and had sent a letter to Elsa and Colin saying that he would not be coming home for Christmas.

"Now that I think about it, I really regret it..."

Gawain shook his head and put away his wand. He said goodbye to Professor Lupin and walked towards the Gryffindor Tower.

"It's a real headache. ”