"I must say, Gawain you did a very, very brave thing. ”

After Gawain resolutely rejected the cockroaches in his hands, Dumbledore took them back with some regret and said seriously.

"By the way, Professor, is Neville alright?"

Gawain recalled the moment before he passed out.

"He's broken two ribs, but with Madam Pomfrey's help, I think he'll be in time for Professor Snape's Potions class tomorrow.

But you almost boiled your own head into porridge, and if Miss Granger hadn't found me as soon as possible, something worse might have happened.

Of course, Fox also helped. ”

Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, and a golden bird flew into his hand, tilting its head pridefully.

"The tears of the phoenix have a very healing effect. ”

The description on "Magical Creatures and Their Origins" came to Gawain's mind.

"Thank you, Professor.

I guess I must have been crazy before. ”

Gawain's heartfelt thanks.

The back of his placket was almost soaked in cold sweat.

It was only now that a wave of fear came up and made him shudder deeply.

Gawain had never been more fearful.

Even in the face of the gates of hell.

In hindsight, he could have chosen to wait for Neville to fall down, or urge Professor Hooch to catch up.

That's safer, and it doesn't have to be an accident.

His approach is reckless, risky, and insane.

But before it can think, the body acts.

"Gawain, I think you actually have a noble soul, because you still have a sense of reverence for yourself. ”

Dumbledore's dark blue eyes looked at Gawain, his fingers crossed and clenched, not knowing what he was thinking.

Gawain didn't speak either.

He didn't know how to answer.

Because even he himself does not know the answer.

It's been a long time.

"I guess I'm underestimating your talent, the continuous flying sand and rocks, the rapid transformation, and I think it's a slowing spell, right? I'm sure Professor Flitwick will be willing to give you an extra 20 points.

But forgive an old man's curiosity, how did you do it? I just hope that the price you paid is not so painful. ”

Dumbledore looked at Gawain.

His eyes were so deep.

The expression is so sincere.

Gawain believes that if someone can make such an expression, they will want to hurt others...

Then the world is afraid that the nuclear level should have been leveled a long time ago.

At this moment, he even wanted to tell Dumbledore about the spell, along with the strange dreams and prophecies.

"The professor will believe it. ”

Gawain thought, but when he finally made up his mind to speak, he discovered...

Can't describe.

"Professor, I..."

No, not only indescribable.

It was a will from some higher, more mysterious plane that stopped Gawain the moment he wanted to speak.

A sense of suffocation choked Gawain.

"Indescribable, indescribable, indescribable, huh...?"

Dumbledore pondered.

"I don't know how it works, but at least I can guess that you're doing it by squeezing your body's potential in some way. Right?"

Seeing Gawain nodding in confirmation, Dumbledore waved his hand as if he had expected it, signaling that he didn't have to say any more.

"As a teacher, and as an old man who has seen too many tragedies, I sincerely hope that you no longer need to use that dangerous method.

But we all know that fate will always be too merciful.

I think you can at least try to find a way to get a better grasp of that at Hogwarts. ”

Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Do you know Godric Gryffindor, the only one of the Big Four who wears a sword. ”

He suddenly spoke of Gryffindor.

"But isn't that because the spells of a thousand years ago were far less systematic than they are today, and the environment in which the wizard lived was more chaotic and dangerous. ”

Gawain asked Dumbledore.

"Hogwarts: A School History."

If I were Professor Binns, I would have no hesitation in adding 3 points to you. Like you said, that's part of the reason.

You know, in the past, using spells was a tedious and dangerous thing to do, and in many cases it wasn't even as effective as a sword.

All scholars think so. ”

Dumbledore smirked.

"But they also think that Godric's victory over the stone trolls in hand-to-hand combat is just a story, like the wizard's hairy heart, isn't it?"

It was mentioned in that annotated version of the storybook.

- The wizard actually uses a curse of black magic to trade his own heart for a power that does not belong to him.

"Chosen by Gryffindor, directed by Ravenclaw, supported by Hufflepuffs, and coordinated by Slytherin. With the exception of the most selfless Hufflepuff, the other three have all left clues at one time. ”

Dumbledore quoted a ballad.

"But didn't you say that the story of Gryffindor was considered a legend that he boasted about?"

Gawain asked hesitantly, feeling that he was getting closer to the true intent of Professor Dumbledore's story, only to pierce the last point.

"History is written by the victors.

So, if we want to know the real history, who should we ask? I think you know. “

The White Wizard said with a smile.

Gawain suddenly realized.

- Ask the loser!

The Centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest!

It is said that it was because of their failed gamble with Gryffindor that they reluctantly agreed to his invitation to settle in the Forbidden Forest.

"Look, don't you know very well?"

Dumbledore happily picked up a cockroach, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, looking at Gawain a little uncomfortable.

But he still has a problem.

"Professor, you know... Lily Evans?"

Gawain hesitated, but asked anyway.

“... Well. Gawain, you actually know her. ”

Dumbledore lowered his head and hid his expression, "After getting married, she changed her surname to Potter. ”

"I think you've discovered the unicorn's little secret? Believe me, when you can see it, you can understand it.

But knowing too much in advance is not necessarily a good thing. ”

Dumbledore stared deeply at Gawain and said in the most serious tone he could ever show.

"But now that you're aware of 'it,' I'll have Hagrid contact the horses. You have to master your 'that' as quickly as possible.

When you wake up, you're going to need strength. ”

"All the gifts of fate,

The price has already been secretly marked. ”

Gawain thought of this.

Suddenly, the curtain of the bed was slammed open, and it was Madam Pomfrey in a white turban, who walked in with a foul-smelling potion.

"Sorry to bother you, but Professor Dumbledore, this kid needs rest! For Merlin's sake in black stockings, he's almost dead!

I always say they shouldn't touch dangerous things!"

She stared dangerously at Professor Dumbledore, like a lioness tending to her cubs, her eyes sharp as a knife piercing the heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Bobby, I'll leave. Gawain, what you need now is not to hang out with an old guy any longer, but to rest early and recuperate.

I'm sure you'll be able to use it tomorrow. ”

Dumbledore blinked lightly and stood up, his fingers lightly running an arc to draw the curtain for Gawain.

In the midst of Madam Pomfrey's chatter, Gawain pinched his nose and drank the heavy, milkshake-like but bitter potion, and watched her leave.

Dumbledore was kind enough to help him prepare a dose of Living Hell Potion and put it on the bedside table. After taking it, drowsiness swept over.

But Gawain suddenly thought.

He forgot to ask the professor a very important question.

- "Did he pay the price?"

By the time Gawain, destined for an unanswerable answer, returned to Gryffindor's common room, it was already Friday night.

"Bang!"

As soon as the fat woman unscrewed the door, a loud popper sounded above Gawain's head, and colorful scraps of paper were scattered all over the ground, shining.

Many faces, familiar and unfamiliar, dressed in robes with brown-red Gryffindor ribbons, greeted him at the door.

"Merlin's beard! Gawain, you're back!"

Hermione, with her shaggy hair, rushed over and hugged Gawain, her arms clutching his waist as if she were afraid that he would suddenly evaporate.

"Good thing you're okay! I went to Professor Dumbledore, and when he came back, he told us you needed to be hospitalized, but it was safe! I almost thought you were dead!"

Hermione said with tears in her voice.

It was only then that Gawain saw the difference.

Scarlet banners hung high in the lounge.

"Hats off to the White Knight of Gryffindor, the youngest recipient of the Special Contribution Award in millennia, and the genius of Charms, Gauvin White!"

There's a smaller one at the bottom.

"We've got a Seeker!"

PS1: The origin of the book's title has finally been written, White Knight (surname White, also meaning white), Knight (not Sir Sir) is a typical Muggle name, and it also represents the evaluation of him.

PS2: Gawain is stupid, self-destructive, crazy, irrational about saving Neville, because even he doesn't know if he can handle it, and he knows the possible consequences very well.

But as I said in Hero Academia, even though he is usually a good camouflage of enthusiasm, sometimes the body moves first and the thinking keeps up.

PS3: I know that the current HP fandom is sensible, calm, and profit-oriented, but I think Gawain is not a traverser, let alone an omniscient and all-powerful God, he is just a boy who tries to explore in his own way.

He will waver, he will be slippery, he will be lazy, he will also use clever and innocuous means, and he will not hesitate to use threats to those he hates.

But he was a kind man.

Rather, if he watched from the sidelines, or waited for Neville to fall before using the spell, it would have been cold-blooded.

PS4: The story about the witch's hairy heart is related to the work