The hallway of the Department of Mysteries was empty and cold, with no windows on the walls on either side, and at the end of the hallway there was a simple black door, a gap next to the black door, which led quietly to the deeper underground.

Ning An stepped on the cold rock staircase, making a footstep sound of "click, click", and muttered, "Where you can't even reach the elevator, it's really ......"

He descended to the bottom of the stairs and ran down the hallway, which was identical to the hallways leading to Snape's underground classrooms, with rough stone walls, a torch stuck in a bracket, and all the doors he passed through were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

It didn't take much effort for Ning An to find the tenth courtroom, although he didn't know it, but in front of the gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley was nervously pacing back and forth, he tugged at his clothes from time to time, panting for air.

"We meet again, Mr. Weasley." Ning An smiled, came to him, and waved his hand.

"Your interrogation is over?" Mr. Weasley's face was pale and panicked, and he seemed very worried about Harry inside.

"Ah, yes." Ning An bypassed him and came to the black door of the dark room, leaned on the door with both hands, and leaned his head over, as if he wanted to hear what was being said inside. Weasley was stunned and froze, not knowing what to say to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"I wonder if Dumbledore is here?" Ning An put his eyes into the gap in the middle of the door again, squinting his eyes and looking inside, but it was pitch black, and he obviously couldn't see anything.

"Dumbledore is in—" Mr. Weasley whispered in response, as if to bring his thoughts back to Harry's trial, and continue to worry.

Ning An nodded "oh", and stood still by the door, he crossed his hands in front of his body, stood quietly, and made a waiting gesture, Mr. Weasley didn't know what he was doing, but now he was more concerned about Harry's condition, and for a while, he couldn't care about Ning An.

Silence returned to the hallway, and the two did not speak again, except for the occasional sound of Mr. Weasley walking back and forth.

Time passed silently, Arthur himself paced until he was tired, leaning against the wall, showing an exhausted look, Ning An still stood silently, at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a wizard in black and blue robes strode out.

He had a calm expression on his face, a pair of half-moon glasses perched on the crooked bridge of his nose, and his long silver-white beard and hair glittered in the light of the torches.

"Dumbledore—" Arthur immediately greeted him, but Dumbledore stretched out his hand to stop him, as if to say that something would happen later, and immediately fixed his eyes on Ning An.

"Good morning, Principal Ning An......" he said softly, Ning An slowly stepped forward and said:

"Thanks, so where are we going to talk?"

"There's a bar outside the Ministry of Magic, could you please go there for a drink?" Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Looks like you're still treating me like a child, Headmaster Dumbledore." Ning An snorted, turned around first, and walked towards the staircase to the ninth floor, with Dumbledore following briskly.

Arthur? Weasley wanted to ask something, but more people on the other side came out of the dark room, and he watched Harry stumble out of it and bump into himself, with a look of horror on his face

"What's going on, Dumbledore didn't say-"

"Clarified," Harry took a deep breath and covered his mouth as if in disbelief, "all the accusations are untenable. ”

Mr. Weasley suddenly smiled, and put his hands on Harry's shoulders, "Harry, that's amazing!" Actually, of course, they can't convict you, Dumbledore is here, and everything will be solved-"

Then the door to the courtroom opened again, and the members of the Wizengamot rushed out.

"Oh my God," Mr. Weasley shouted in surprise, pulling Harry aside and letting them pass, "and they're officially going to try you?" ”

"I think so." Harry whispered.

One or two wizards nodded at Harry as they walked by, and a few, including Ms. Bones, said to Mr. Weasley, "Good morning, Arthur. "But most people look away.

Harry looked around, too, "What about Dumbledore?" ”

"Just left......" Arthur didn't know why he didn't say anything about Dumbledore and Ning An leaving together, he avoided the topic, pulled Harry around, walked back, and said as he went;

"I want to take you back to a place that must be a surprise for you."

"Back to a place?" Harry asked in surprise, and then he suddenly came back to his senses, he had finished the interrogation, although he could return to Hogwarts after the holiday, but obviously the summer vacation was not over yet, and since Ning An had handed him over to Mr. Weasley, it was obvious that he would not return to Durmstrang.

"Is it the Burrow?" There was unconcealed joy in Harry's voice, the crime was cleared and he returned to the Burrow? It doesn't get any better than that, and the only regret is that Hermione probably won't be in the Burrow, but he misses Ron too, and he knows he'll be able to see him there.

"No, no, no, it's not the Burrow," Mr. Weasley motioned for Harry to move forward, and they stepped up the stairs to the upper floor, "it's more—more secretive, and of course Ron is there, and Fred, George, and others, everyone is worried about you, and you can tell them the good news." ”

Harry laughed happily, no matter where he went, he had a reason to be happy, he finally began to understand: he was acquitted, he was going back to Hogwarts, some of the gloom that had accumulated in his heart before was gradually dissipating, and a trace of resentment towards Dumbledore was also left behind, he didn't want to think about it for the time being.

"I'm going to the toilets in Bethner Greenland, and the toilet buckets are dirty, ah, those hateful anti-Muggle elements." Mr. Weasley grumbled, "Come on, Harry, I'll take you there first, and then to Bethner Greens." ”

Meanwhile, in a tavern on a deserted street in London, opposite a T-shaped road, a dilapidated dirt cart blocking the red telephone booth behind it, business in the tavern was surprisingly good today.

Seven or eight people in black robes sat together, and Ning An's arrival caught their attention, they just wanted to stand up, but they saw Dumbledore's tall figure walking behind Ning An, they finally didn't stand up, and watched Ning An and Dumbledore walk together to a round table in the corner of the tavern.

"Let's sit down." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Okay," Ning An moved away from his stool and sat down against the wall so that his back could be gently pressed against the wall, "it seems that Harry is okay, which is really pleased. ”

"I'm glad you said that," Dumbledore smiled, "I think you've done you a great favor in this matter, and if Harry is allowed to ramble aimlessly through the city of London, sooner or later he will be targeted by the Death Eaters." ”

"It's nothing," Ning An smiled and took a sip of the fruit wine that was served, the faint cherry flavor was bad, no wonder the business would be so bad, he thought to himself, and slowly put down the wine glass.

"So you said you want to talk to me about something, what is it?" Dumbledore also picked up the glass in front of him, took a sip, and asked.

Ning An didn't answer immediately, just looked at Dumbledore's wine glass

"I know your erudition in the field of magic, so I just imagined you asking for a piece of magic, a mystical magic, perhaps for the sake of protecting Harry, or for some other reason, I think you'd be willing to give it to me—"

"Oh? What kind of magic is it," Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, "how dare you be sure I'm good at it." ”

"It's too modest, if you don't understand it, then who else can," Ning An said, "I can't hide it from you, what I want to know is about the magic of love, and I think you also perceive the power of this magic." ”

"The magic of love?" For the first time, the expression on Dumbledore's face changed, and he looked at Ning An carefully, as if to see him through, "I'm surprised that this is what we're talking about, Ning An, to be honest I've always tried to tell the difference between you and Voldemort - but maybe I'm just a little bit more figured out now." ”

There was a subtle change in the atmosphere, and Ning An paused for a moment and said, "Actually, this is an extremely complex part of magic. He said with a look of pride and smugness on his face, which was rarely seen

"It was a resurrection magic, a very complex multi-ring magic, but I got into a predicament, and I realized that there was always something missing, always a little bit worse, and then I came to understand that what was missing was a magic called love."

"Resurrection?" Dumbledore looked at Ning An from the top of his cup for a moment before speaking, "Death is the most normal cycle, you shouldn't interfere with him, child-" Dumbledore's eyes were very calm, and he didn't plead with Ning An to correct or criticize him harshly, but just looked at Ning An calmly.

"You and I are like this, and we will eventually come to an end, you see, even though I have lived so long, I will still choose to leave at an opportune time, and sometimes, death is not something to escape."

"Not everyone is what you think, Dumbledore," Ning An said as he shook the wine in his glass and said with a blank face, "Persistent thoughts will prompt people to do things that others can't understand, and you must know that even if you are you, there is no one to redeem?" ”

He raised his head as he spoke, his gaze piercing straight into the eyes of the sturdy old wizard, Dumbledore blinking his blue eyes that could see through people, and looked directly at Ning An without fear.

"If I'm not willing to teach you," said Dumbledore, "will the people at the table next to me stand up and tear me to shreds with their wands?" They're your friends, right? Or is it your servant? ”

"You know everything, Dumbledore." Ning An replied calmly, "But they are family." ”

Dumbledore groaned, put his glass back on the table, and sat up straight, fingertips touching each other, his usual posture.

"I can teach you." He said suddenly, it was easy and even Ning An felt incredible.

"Why?" Ning An didn't know why he asked like this, but he still blurted out, "If we are so honest that we really think that both sides have let go of their suspicions about each other, then I think either you are confused, or I am dreaming, isn't it?" ”

"There's nothing to doubt about it, the magic of love is mysterious and powerful, but it can also lead people to learn love, and I'm not unhappy that you're willing to learn this magic." Dumbledore said, "Nothing is more important to a wizard like me than to teach ancient techniques and train young minds. ”

Dumbledore looked at Ning An with a smile, as if to say that Ning An was still in the realm of young minds for him.

"Even if Tom – I mean Voldemort – had asked me for this kind of magic, I would have been more than happy to give it to him."

"And what if he wants to learn now?" Ning An said half-jokingly.

"Of course I'll leave it to him, and maybe the situation will be different at once, but unfortunately, Voldemort doesn't believe in this magic, he doesn't believe in the power of this magic, or even in its existence." Dumbledore said, a deep sadness on his face.

"I'm grateful." Ning An looked at Dumbledore, picked up the wine glass, put it to his lips, drank a large sip of bitter and astringent bad wine, endured the discomfort, and put the wine glass down.

"I thought maybe we could use this as an opportunity to strengthen the ties between schools." Ning An's eyes flashed with a different kind of light, and he suddenly suggested: "Durmstrang and Hogwarts can send exchange students to their respective schools to exchange and study, and experience a different education-"

Dumbledore looked at Ning An, and his intuition told him that what Ning An wanted to do was not the so-called exchange and reference, there must be other purposes, Ning An saw Dumbledore's doubts, and he did not hesitate to explain directly:

"Of course, I have other ideas, remember what I told Professor Snape to bring back to you last month?"

At the mention of Professor Snape, the corners of Ning An's mouth twitched, curling into an interesting arc, if he returned to Hogwarts next semester, I don't know what kind of attitude this former teacher would have.

Dumbledore frowned, it was the first time he had shown such a look today, even in normal times, this was rare, this powerful wizard was probably the best person in the world at maintaining grace, you could hardly see such an almost anxious expression on him.

"Are those two guys you were talking about?" He rubbed his brow, and his half-moon-shaped eyes, hanging on the crooked bridge of his nose, were lifted up by him.

"Yes—" Ning An nodded, thought for a moment, and said, "I always have a feeling that they may be eyeing Hogwarts, and Harry is likely to be involved, and they must have some other conspiracy." ”