"Okay." Tonks looked at Dumbledore helplessly, "Headmaster, please help me tell my parents." ”

Dumbledore nodded, and Tonks looked at Catherine.

“Wait!” Snape stood up suddenly, "Follow_me!" He said something at a moment's notice, then turned and walked to the basement.

Catherine pursed her lips and finally followed, only to turn her head and glare at Dumbledore before leaving the living room.

"Headmaster, you and Catherine, just now?" Tonks asked hesitantly in a whisper.

"She's warning me not to give away her details." Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"For example—" Tonks walked quickly over to Dumbledore, his voice lowered.

"For example—" Dumbledore whispered into Tonks' ear, "she didn't take the Polyjuice Potion just now. ”

"What?" Tonks exclaimed in surprise before whispering, "How is that possible?" ”

"Because she uses a deep magic." Dumbledore smiled and replied, "Maybe Hogwarts will have a new course in two years." ”

"Huh?" Tonks looked at Dumbledore in bewilderment, and then at the direction in which Catherine had left, but his doubts deepened.

When Catherine walked into Snape's Potions room, he was standing in front of the most ornate cabinet in the room, which contained all the top potions he had made over the years.

Dumbledore and Lucius coveted them all the time, but Snape didn't usually allow anyone to come near them, not even Catherine, who was only allowed to watch from outside, and Draco was asked to stay at least five feet away.

But now, Snape actually packed all these priceless potions in a rudimentary box, and then walked up to Catherine and stuffed the box into her hands.

"If the headmaster knows. I'm afraid that I will kill people and sell goods. Catherine teased as she quickly added all sorts of protective spells to the box before carefully tucking it away in her pocket.

"Even if he guessed, he wouldn't have had a chance to try." Snape said coldly, suddenly reaching out for Catherine's hair.

"Professor." Catherine looked up, coincidentally dodging Snape's hand, "I should go." ”

"See you at the end of July." After the girl finished smiling, she turned around and prepared to leave the room.

A strong wind suddenly blew over Catherine's shoulder, and the door of the real room slammed shut.

As if she hadn't noticed anything unusual, Catherine reached out with her left hand to turn the doorknob. But only then did she touch the metal handle, and a large hand covered hers.

The two snake rings collided together, and Catherine suddenly felt her surroundings light up, and then she realized that she had actually arrived in her own spirit world.

Catherine was just trying to figure out what was going on, when a hand suddenly wrapped its arms around her waist from behind, and she fell into a familiar warm embrace, and then a suffocating breath wrapped directly around her body.

Catherine felt as if she had been struck by lightning and sunk into deep water, and all her motor nerves had failed. It can only passively sense the surrounding qiē.

She is like a lonely boat on the sea, adrift; It's like a paper kite in the wind, and I don't know where to go.

The sunlight was gone, only the faint glow of the moon. Still guiding the way in the dark.

An ethereal aroma dispelled the boundless fear.

It was a small, delicate flower that grew on a tiny branch.

It looks weak, but when it gets enough nutrients. It quickly grows into a small tree.

Growing seedlings need to be weathered by storms, just as full-fledged birds need to spread their wings in the sky, and scaly fish need to swim in the sea.

Reluctant. Restlessness, like rattan, intent to entangle the departing pace, tightly bound the wandering heart.

The gentle spring breeze and the gentle drizzle surrounded it, causing it to fall into a deep sleep until the spring thunder sounded.

Catherine opened her eyes suddenly, and there was still the wooden door of the real room, and her left hand was pressed against the door.

A wave of magic instantly rushed out of her left hand and slammed into the door panel, and the wooden door was immediately knocked away.

Catherine took a step out of her embrace, only to be grabbed by her right hand.

She didn't turn around, she didn't look back, she didn't know what expression to look at the person behind her, and she didn't know what she would see on his face.

"Remember to come back!"

The sound of calm, like the gentle flow of water.

The hand that was grabbed was also slowly let go.

Catherine closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I will."

She opened her eyes and embarked on the journey she had already chosen, but in her tenacious gaze, there was no other emotion.

She simply calmly left Snape's Potions room, calmly walked past Dumbledore, and calmly led Tonks out of 17 Spider's Tail Alley.

"Occlumency?" Dumbledore muttered to himself as the red-haired girl disappeared into the distance, before closing the door and hesitantly heading to the basement, only to widen his eyes when he saw Snape busy at the counter.

[Occlumency!] Dumbledore cried out in shock.

[It's just a trip abroad, how can they both use Occlumency?] Could it be that what happened when they said goodbye just now? ］

Dumbledore fell into deep thought on the spot, and it wasn't until Snape glared at him that he flicked his wand in a panic, and a burst of fire erupted from the bottom of his feet, engulfing him in an instant.

By the time the flames that enveloped Dumbledore had gone, he had returned to his Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"Speaking of which, the two of them have been choking up enough this school year, a few times in total," Dumbledore snapped his fingers and began to reckoning, "the beginning of school, before Halloween, after Halloween, after Christmas......"

"It was your fault that time after Christmas!" Phineas interjected coldly, and after a month of being grounded and banned, he became more and more fond of finding fault with Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore didn't hear it and continued to count: "By the way, and the one before Easter, that one even affected me." He took off his glasses and unusually unaccustomed to touching the bridge of his nose, which was intact as before.

"I don't understand," Dumbledore sighed as he put on his glasses and shook his head, "last year and the year before that." The two obviously get along well, why is there always a cold war this year? Could it be—" The old headmaster's blue eyes burst into sharp gazes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Are they in love?"

"I see!" Phineas suddenly shouted, "You arranged it that way, you were going to deliberately put them together!" ”

"I'm just giving them a chance, as for whether they will be together, it all depends on the wishes of the two of them." Dumbledore replied with a light smile.

The old principal thought of himself at the beginning, if someone hadn't specially arranged it, he and that person would not have known him, but unfortunately time flew by. Nearly ninety-five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and all that man left for himself is a blank picture frame, except for the wand in his hand.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help but look up at the blank picture frame on the bookshelf, and then he suddenly noticed that the picture frame had been moved.

Dumbledore hurriedly walked over and picked up the frame, and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything unusual, only when he caught a glimpse of the four capital letters on the back. He froze suddenly.

Dumbledore thought of the first line of letters that Catherine sent to the address book after she met Bellatrix, the ICBB, which seemed to be encrypted in the same way as the four capital letters on the back of the frame, IOUG.

[BB is Bellatrix. Blake's words. Is that G Gellert, no, it's Gell! Dumbledore thought for a moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of those four capital letters.

“I_O_U_G。 I_owe_you――Gell！ ”

(I owe you, Geller!) ）

As soon as he finished speaking, more letters began to emerge around the four capital letters. And quickly compose a complete sentence.

What_I_owe_you，will_use_my_life_to_pay.――Gell

(What I owe to you will be paid with my life.) - Geller)

Dumbledore covered his mouth in shock, stopping himself from screaming, but he couldn't stop his tears.

He stared blankly at the half-paid sentence, then rushed behind his desk to find the doorkey, and trembled to activate it, and when he arrived, he even fell to the ground because he didn't stand still.

But Dumbledore ignored his wolf bèi, and he eagerly got up and rushed to the gate of the black fortress in front of him, until he slammed into an invisible barrier.

Dumbledore touched the bridge of his sore nose and lamented that it hadn't broken again because of the impatience he hadn't seen for years, and then he took out his wand, straightened his appearance, and slowly floated to a position that could be clearly seen from the "window" of the tower, waiting for the "occupants" inside to turn their heads and look over.

But the nature of the man's reading today seemed to be very strong, and he didn't look out of the "window" until nightfall, and Dumbledore had no choice but to wave his wand and throw a firework to attract the man's attention.

The firelight did attract the man's attention, and he looked out of the "window" in bewilderment, and when he saw the scene outside, he immediately rushed to the "window" in shock, and he wanted to stretch out his hand, but the gap in the "window" was so narrow that not even a finger could penetrate it.

You_don’t_have_to_do_so.

(You don't have to.) ）

Dumbledore used his wand to conjure a row of burning letters in the air, the pair of purple eyes in the tower were slightly distracted, and when he noticed the picture frame that the old headmaster still held in his hand, he couldn't help but smile on his face, and his skeletal face also regained a glimmer of brilliance.

“I_O_U！” He whispered, his voice interfering as if it had not been watered in years.

Dumbledore seemed to hear it, and his blue eyes, which had finally dried out behind his half-moon glasses, became moist again.

The two watched silently, staring at each other silently, they had a lot to say, many things to do, but what they really needed most was just a simple hug.

But this is precisely the most unattainable thing.

"Haqiu!" The cold night breeze made Dumbledore sneeze, and the people in the tower were startled before realizing their mistake.

He rushed back to his desk, grabbed a piece of parchment, hurriedly wrote something, folded it into an airplane, and threw it through the gap in the "window".

Dumbledore hurriedly waved his wand to drive the wind around the fortress and let them deliver the paper airplanes to him.

Dumbledore shuddered and took apart the paper airplane, revealing that it was only four lines of letters.

Albu：

Time doesn't stop for anyone!

I_O_U！

Gell

Seeing the somewhat distorted "O", Dumbledore's white hair and white beard suddenly flushed with the wind, he was very familiar with the other person's handwriting, and he was very sure that the man must have written it on purpose.

So the embarrassed and angry Headmaster of Hogwarts directly activated the portkey to leave this place of right and wrong, leaving only a laugh of interference echoing around the empty fortress.

"I'm not mistaken! You're blushing. As soon as Dumbledore returned to his office, he heard Phineas scream in shock, and he threw a stober spell to silence the mad man.

Seeing this, the other headmaster portraits immediately fell silent, silently watching Dumbledore carefully put away a piece of parchment, slowly stroked the back of the frame, covered up the extra letters, and then carefully placed the frame back in its place, before leaving with a brisk step.

When the office door was closed, the office was noisy like an exploding oil pan.

"He hid a piece of paper so carefully!"

"Love letters! Definitely a love letter! ”

"What the hell did his lover write behind the frame?"

"It's definitely very touching to see him like that."

"I love you?"

"It's so vulgar, that definitely can't impress him!"

"But nothing else could have shocked him so much?"

"Anyway, if it's a confession, you see his steps leaving, it's about to float."

"No wonder his stober spell isn't accurate today."

Phineas's words silenced the headmaster's office for a second, and then it became even louder!

In a thick fog, two consciousnesses were communicating.

[This bet looks like you're going to lose.] ]

[Not necessarily.] ]

[Why?] ]

[Although he finds a bolt and tries to tie her in place, he forgets that the board that holds the bolt in place is not in his possession.] ]

[You think he's going to lose.] ]

[Too easy, isn't it?] ]

[Did you do it on purpose?] ]

[I did tell her that if you want to control your own fate, you must at least become a chess player.] ]

[Chess player?] Do you mean the sage? ]

[Sage, just a table of strength.] ]

[What else?] ]

[She's already got it all.] (To be continued......)

PS: The third volume is over, and the next few months will focus on preparing for the medical practitioner exam, and it will be updated on the National Day