The mist spread across the lake and mountains, permeating the streams of Durmstrang Castle's old castle, from the vast and undisturbed surface of the lake, to the endless endless unnamed peaks in the distance, the ocean-like meadows, and the lush forests that occasionally sneaked out of the wood-guarding pots that poked their heads out.

Under the blue sky, the agile and vigorous figure swept through the air, piercing through the hazy white fog of the early morning, waving a string of waves against the surface of the water, and before a Grindillo jumped out of the water and grabbed it with a soft and thin hook claw, it spread its wings and soared, leaving the lake and flying towards the castle hidden in the mist.

It was a huge eagle owl, about 27 inches long, more than twice as long as the common long-eared owl and forest owl, with long, open wings covered with gray-brown spots, covered with gray ripples, fine spots, a strong, hooked beak, and large, sharp claws, occasionally reflected by sunlight through the fog, shining with cold light.

It flies at times, and then against the ground, silently, casting only a large /pian shadow, and the eagle owl has a parchment-wrapped envelope tied to its ****** powerful claws, and from its dusty feathers it must have come from a great distance.

Flying over the vast meadows, the owl flapped its wings, a whirlwind rose on the ground, and the huge eagle owl rode the wind to a minaret next to the top floor of Durmstrang Four-Story Castle, where the owl's roof was.

At this moment, in the castle, in the quiet principal's office, Ning An was draped in a red robe, crouched in front of his desk, although it was summer, but Durmstrang was still a little cold in the morning, he looked directly ahead, the blue-gray fireplace separated from him by hundreds of marble floors, reached out and touched a few handfuls on the table, and then he touched his wand.

"I ought to have brought over the Cablay Flame of Kakus......," he muttered, raising his wand, and the fireplace was lit, the bright yellow flames swaying like leaves in the wind, and the room instantly came to life.

Removing a large handful of papers on the table, Ning An yawned lazily, there were too many things to deal with, and he had to stay up all night to work last night, which also made Durmstrang's new principal realize how exhausting it was to be the principal of a magic school.

Even if there is Pani? Starr took care of most of the affairs for him, Karkaroff and Barty? Crouch will also help, not to mention the help of other current Durmstrang teachers - Linus, Nils, Jason, and even the likes of Samantha and Walter.

But there are still piles of things every day, which must be seen by Ning An himself, he needs to verify, review, and make decisions, and sometimes he thinks, no wonder Dumbledore needs a meditation basin to store his memories, after so many years as the head of Hogwarts, there are too many thoughts in his head, it is really normal.

Ning An also wished to make a meditation basin by himself, but he still had some clues, and it was obvious that he couldn't really make a meditation basin with just a few niven and ancient magic symbols.

Maybe Dumbledore would be willing to teach me? Ning An chin was crutched, looking at the dark shadows wandering back and forth on the ceiling of the office, muttering boredly.

"Bang, bang, bang," there was a knock on the door, and Pani's voice came from outside the door, "Mr. Headmaster, there's your letter—"

"Come in." Ning An got up from the table, stretched hard, stretched out, and with a wave of his hand, the black shadow above his head suddenly burrowed into all corners and disappeared in all directions, Pani walked straight to the desk as if he didn't see this scene.

"It's really early, someone has written so early in the morning-" Ning An wrapped his robe, and when Pani came in, he also brought the cool air outside, and this morning, it seemed to be a little colder than usual.

"Let me see—" As he spoke, Ning An took the envelope from Pani's hand, starting with the soft parchment paper, which was printed with the Hogwarts school crest, the red Gryffindor Lions, the green Slytherin snakes, the yellow Hufflepuff badger, and the blue Ravenclaw eagle.

"It's been a long time since I've seen these familiar signs—" he whispered, unpacking the letter.

"Why did Hogwarts send you a letter?"

Pani skillfully sat down on the other side of Ning An's wide desk, there were still some documents that had not been reviewed, which happened to be his job, in fact, he could have returned to his room with the documents to correct, but what was the harm of having the opportunity to talk to Ning An here.

"You should know Harry? Potter is here—" Ning An said lightly, slowly casting his gaze back to the letter, "Look—it's Dumbledore. ”

Parney didn't answer, he put down the quill he had just picked up in his hand, stroked his glasses, and waited quietly for Ning An to finish reading the letter in his hand, since it was Dumbledore's letter, it must be very important.

Time passed silently, and the flames in the fireplace danced rhythmically, making a "crackling" sound from time to time, as if to prove that time here did not freeze and stand still.

"Ha, you can come whatever you want—" Ning An put down the letter with a smile, and retracted it into the sheepskin in a good time, and gently pushed it aside.

"I think Dumbledore is really in trouble this time." Pani looked thoughtfully at the envelope that had been squeezed aside, and said slowly.

"Of course—" Ning An waved his hand, "He's a good wizard...... It's inevitable that he's going to be tied up, and now that he's saying things that people don't like to hear, people think he's old and confused, you see—people respect Dumbledore and fear Voldemort, that's the difference. ”

"But I really can't think of any trouble that can stump Dumbledore."

Pani pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose again, and he seemed to be rediscovering the habit he used to enjoy, and he wanted to do it every now and then.

"Perhaps," Ning An said noncommittally, "but these things are enough to make him anxious, especially this accident-"

"You mean- Harry?"

"Hmm." Ning An nodded, put away the relaxed smile on his face, leaned back, and comfortably leaned against the back of the chair, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a little, and the flame in the fireplace seemed to be about to go out.

"Harry won't say why he attacked his cousin, and there's still a lot of things about the whole thing that make me wonder."

"The biggest doubt is Dumbledore." Pani said succinctly.

"Yes, it's Dumbledore," Ning An said, holding his ebony wand in his right hand, and pointed to the fireplace that was gradually extinguishing, causing the flames to burn violently again.

"There's no way Dumbledore didn't send someone to protect Harry—" Ning An tapped his wand in the air, and several pale blue lines immediately appeared, "Harry is the treasure of the Order of the Phoenix, I think Dumbledore must have reconvened his friends who had stood with him in the past the moment he learned that Voldemort had returned." ”

"So there was a mistake in the security work?"

"Mistakes? Haha, it's not impossible—" Ning An pointed in the air with his wand

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasleys, Remus? Lupin, Sirius? Blake," he clicked, and the blue/magic lines in the void shimmered, "And Alastor?" Moody, lo and behold, you probably won't find a more experienced wizard than them. ”

"So, it was attacked?" Parney said, his thin eyebrows gently brought together.

"Dumbledore didn't say that, but if I don't think of a surprise, it was probably eight / jiu - someone attacked the guard Dumbledore had sent."

Ning An swept it with his wand, and the blue line avatars that appeared before were all gone, as if the starry night had changed to day, he rested his wand on his lap and leaned back into the back of the chair.

"Death Eaters?" Pani paused for a moment and slowly spat out a word from his mouth, but Ning An shook his head.

His eyes were on the ceiling again, and he didn't answer Pani immediately, not knowing what he was thinking, and Pani was not in a hurry, he waited quietly, and for a moment the room fell into silence again.

"I feel the breath of our old friend from Harry." Ning An took a breath, and his tone became low, "The 'old friend' I resurrected with my own hands—"

Parney's shoulders shook slightly, but soon stopped, only his eyebrows furrowed tighter

"They're eyeing Harry? Porter? Or is it – in fact for – the mysterious man? ”

Ning An picked his eyelids, glanced at Parney and said with a slight amusement: "You can safely and boldly call that person's name, although it is better not to do that without strong mana, but this is Durmstrong, and the ancient protection can ensure that Voldemort can't perceive it-"

As soon as the conversation changed, he continued:

"As for the motives of those two men, ...... to us," he paused and sighed, "I don't know at all, but I don't think it's likely that they will defect to Voldemort, and that the things they are plotting are no less than those of the Dark Lord." ”

"So, what do we do?" Pani asked, looking cautious, as he always does.

"Harry? Potter,"

Ning An shook his head, I don't know if it was out of helplessness or emotion, "Since everyone's plans are on Harry, then we naturally have to keep an eye on him, to be honest, Pani, I am now very confused about whether it is a good choice to let Harry live in Durmstrang ......"

"It gives us the leverage to trade, and I think you're doing a great job."

"I hope so," Ning An knew that Pani would never say that he had done something wrong, this kind of thing, he could only think about it himself, maybe Hermione would dare to criticize him, but when it came to taking Harry, Hermione would not think that Ning An had done something wrong.

"But it's surprising that Dumbledore would be willing to make a deal with me."

"So what will you get from him?" Pani asked.

"Before August 2nd, we're going to protect Harry? Potter, about the Ministry of Magic's interrogation, we're going to put some pressure on Fudge to do it, and Mikhail? Brin and Victor? Grasso, we can organize a dinner party, Dumbledore just won't give him money, then let's do it, since Dumbledore wants to trade in this matter, then we have to show our influence. ”

Ning An smiled and finalized the plan, and Parney immediately wrote it all down with a quill, and Ning An tapped his head lightly with his wand, laughing as he spoke

"Dumbledore has a lot of things I want, but I don't think it's enough chips to get in exchange for this, but it doesn't matter, we'll get what we want."

"Understood-" Parney wrote everything down earnestly, then slowly got up, a stack of papers floating behind him, "Would you like to go down for breakfast, or I'll have the elves bring it to you—"

"That's great!" Ning An stretched and stayed in the office all night, so that he didn't want to move at all, "I want to eat fragrant beans, sausages, bacon, eggs, ......"

Ning An counted on his fingers, "Mushrooms, preferably baked, and hash browns and toast—"

"Okay, I'll inform the elves." Pani bowed slightly, bowed, and exited the office.

Ning An smiled and pushed aside the white paper and documents on the table, making room for a large open space, and then with a wave of his hand, the letter from Dumbledore that he had just opened was thrown out by him, flew across the smooth marble floor, and plunged directly into the raging fire.

"The flames are blazing!"

Ning An raised his wand this time and recited the incantation, as if he was lighting a fire in a boiling oil pot, and the fireplace was suddenly filled up, the tongue of fire was swallowing, and the soft parchment paper was quickly curled in the fire, blackened, decomposed, and became slag no different from the wood next to it.

Helbo...... Mojana ...... "Ning An whispered the names of the two men and leaned back in his chair, his mind filled with all sorts of thoughts, Dumbledore's letters, Harry's words and memories, Voldemort's schemes, and these two strange guys who didn't know what their purpose was.

Ning An felt more and more that he needed a meditation basin, so that he could extract these memories well, and then he could slowly experience them at certain moments, and perhaps it would be easier to see the shape of things and the connections between them.

At this moment, in one of the castle's lounges, Harry suddenly came to his senses, as if someone had shouted in his ear, and he lay there motionless, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, this was Durmstrong, where he had never been.

Slowly getting up from the bed/shang and putting on his glasses, when he returned last night, he found that Poole was gone, and the pit viper, which he had just taken as a partner or even a friend, had slipped away at some point.

This made Harry feel very sad, and now he felt that even Hermione might not be as close as Poole had brought him, after all, there was a voice in his head that reminded him all the time, "Hey, she's Ning'an's girlfriend." ”

However, just as Ning An reached out to grab his T-shirt and robe, he saw a familiar figure entrenched in the pile of clothes.

"Poole!" He exclaimed.