Casto saw the vast expanse of snow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It was as if I had gone back to that time - trekking hard through the snow-capped mountains of Tibet.

Immediately he realized that there was no biting cold around him.

He froze, and his pupils regained focus.

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"So, you're finally awake," a faint old man's voice said, "It's been a lot longer this time." ”

Castor found himself staring at the ceiling.

Turning his stiff neck, he found himself lying on a hospital bed covered with a crisp white linen sheet.

It appears to be a small hospital, with beds separated by curtains. Just to his right, there was a familiar old man. He wears a blue nightgown with stars and a dark blue nightcap.

Dumbledore sat on his hospital bed, smiling at himself.

He pulled the curtain back between the two beds.

They seem to have become fellow patients.

"How long?" Castor's head hurts a little.

"Three days, longer than Harry." The old man's voice was still muffled.

"What's going on?" Castor was a little curious.

"You threw him too hard, and he slammed into the table where the potions were placed after passing through the flames." Dumbledore explained vaguely.

Castor wanted to cover his face.

"You also missed the year-end party. Plus, every time you have an accident, the first person you meet is me -- what a beautiful coincidence. ”

"What's the matter with you? Fought Voldemort? Injured? ”

"I ate too much sweets at the year-end party."

Casto rolled his eyes vigorously.

"Oh, you know, Gryffindor has finally won the House Cup, at least seven years," the old man looked happy, but frustrated, "Poppy - that is, Madam Pomfrey, ordered me to drink a lot of unpleasant potions - and now my teeth are uncomfortable, and my speech is still slurred. ”

Indeed, Casto could barely hear him.

Dumbledore seemed to have something in mind.

"Ah, there's a very useful spell," the old man shook slightly as he took his wand from his nightgown.

"Alright."

His voice was clear.

"What spell? Is it a dentist? Casto asked with interest.

"Onomatopoeia spell." Dumbledore's wand shimmered from the tip, his own lips closed as his voice faded on, "It can be simple or complicated - but now you can try it too." ”

Casto only reacted now.

"What the hell is going on?" He was a little surprised, but a little incredulous, "I feel my magic - Voldemort is the key?" What about him? Philosopher's Stone—"

"Don't worry, kid, I have to answer your questions slowly."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, then was embarrassed to find that he didn't have to.

"First of all, the key is Voldemort - or, rather, to confirm Voldemort's existence," Dumbledore didn't open his mouth, but his voice echoed in the school doctor's room, "Nicol told me, I don't believe it much, but that's the way it is - even when he tries to take over your body, the lock is still drawing his power - which makes him weaker and escapes." ”

"This lock is protecting me?"

"Yes, even now, it's protecting you."

Castor glared at Dumbledore.

"What do you mean?"

"You try." The old man leaned over and handed Casto a wand.

Casto barely reached out from his covers, and as he took his wand, he felt a warm current connected to his heart.

He felt the joy.

He followed Dumbledore's movements and waved his wand slightly.

"It doesn't matter." Casto stared at the old man suspiciously.

He didn't open his mouth just now.

"Fluorescent flickering."

He could feel the magic connecting him and his wand. The light on the tip of the staff shifted smoothly with his control.

"Yugadim Leviosa."

Castor pointed his wand at Dumbledore's nighthat.

No response.

The mana in the bloodline runs smoothly, but when the mana tries to rush out of the tip of the staff, it seems to be forcibly pulled back.

Casto was stunned for a moment, then experimented with a few more spells.

"Magic can't leave my body?" After a few minutes, Casto concluded, "Or - a wand attached to my body? ”

"What's the use of that?" Castor is incomprehensible.

Dumbledore didn't speak. He waved his wand, and a faint red beam struck the patient on the hospital bed.

"Fainted."

Castor didn't know why Dumbledore was attacking him. He could only keep his eyes open, trying to turn his head away from the path of the spell. But—too close, too fast, he didn't have the strength to make a move.

The red light hit his forehead, then refracted at an angle, making a small mark on the ceiling.

It was only then that Casto realized that the magic in his body flowed and circulated with his blood. They formed an impregnable line of defense against the attack.

"When?" Castor felt his body carefully and threw questions.

"Are you not satisfied?" Dumbledore seemed surprised.

"Not satisfied," Casto frowned.

"Well," said Dumbledore's wand, "the final restriction will not be lifted until you have that determination—don't stare at me, I'm just relaying your teacher's prediction." ”

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There was a long silence.

Casto let out a breath and looked up at the starry sky outside the window.

"If you don't think that's good news," Dumbledore said lightly, "then I'll tell you a few more." ”

"Nicol is willing to teach you alchemy - you may be able to make miracles one day, a new philosopher's stone, a philosopher's stone - to become a philosopher."

Before Castor could react from the silence, Dumbledore continued.

"Also, your friends have come to see you." The old man winked at him and closed the curtain between the two beds.

Casto heard the sound of a door banging against the wall.

There was a thumping thump, getting closer and closer. Then, in his field of vision, with the snow-white ceiling as a background, three faces appeared.

"You're finally awake, Casto!" Harry was overjoyed, but immediately turned reproachful, "How can you be there?" And that fire - why did you just go through it - and- "

"Wait Harry, he needs to rest," Hermione grabbed Harry, who was like a resentful woman, but couldn't help but ask Casto, "Are you alright?" ”

"It's okay, thank you, it's a great help." Castor stared at Hermione.

Hermione blushed slightly.

She turned and chased after Casto after her sight of Casto rushing into the purple flames. Casto was rolling on the ground, extinguishing the fire, but he was already burned—so Hermione transformed her shirt into a cloak and gave it to Castor—so that he could rush through the black flames like a meteor and avoid another injury.

Luckily, it's a shirt to wear.

"Hello, Castor," Ron gave them a strange look, clearing his throat, he thought he should introduce himself more formally - he had earned fifty points for Gryffindor at the year-end party just now, "I'm Ron. Weasley, thank you very much—"

"As far as I know, you're not like that," Casto couldn't help but debunk him, "whether it's Ginny, Harry, or Hermione, they've all introduced me to you - and some of yours - well, little jokes. ”

"What!" Ron's voice suddenly rose up.

He looked Harry and Hermione back and forth, deciding to question his roommate first.

However, Casto was destined not to be able to enjoy the farce from his bed.

"I've had enough!" A stern female voice, "I can't indulge you!" Get out! ”

Casto reluctantly waved goodbye to them, then looked back at the starry sky outside the window.

The starry sky brings tranquility.

He decided to put something down first.

Being able to come to Hogwarts, you can use magic, and you have a group of people who care about you. That's good enough, isn't it?

There must be a way. Isn't that how you came over this year?

Casto felt a little tired, after all, three days in a coma were fundamentally different from three days of sleep - he had high requirements for sleep quality.

He closed his eyes quietly.

"This year...... But it's even more exciting than the year I was with the snowman. ”