The scorching sun gradually rises and stretches everything in the castle for a long time.

The figure standing outside the courtyard became clearer and clearer.

In a trance, the wind seemed to hear a sigh from the man.

Then in the steam of the train, everything becomes unreal.

Looking back, Owen finally couldn't see clearly, he couldn't see the castle clearly, he couldn't see the forest clearly, and he couldn't see the sinking scenery on the horizon.

I couldn't see clearly what kind of mood the old people under the courtyard were looking at this group of people who were about to leave.

The midsummer sun didn't bring much warmth to the already empty castle, and the wind through the hall was a little cold anyway.

Professor Dumbledore walked through his familiar auditorium, spiral staircase, classrooms, and every place where a student might pop out of nowhere.

It used to be full of laughter.

The old headmaster finally began to take it easy, reaching out and stroking the ancient walls.

His eyes seemed to pierce time.

Everywhere he looked, the stories that had happened in the past few decades were being revived before his eyes.

A little wizard of the Lion Courtyard suddenly appeared in front of him, he was cursed by someone, and long fangs grew out of his mouth, looking hideous and terrifying.

But the little wizards around him, the red-bow ties, weren't intimidated by his appearance. Afraid of him, they were laughing.

The laughter was like the whisper of the wind through the woods.

The contagious power eventually affected the little wizard as well, and he didn't have time to wipe the tears from his eyes, and his hands dragged his long fangs, and he giggled.

That's as funny as it is

In the crowd, a red-haired boy laughed the loudest, it was the bridge of his nose that was not injured, and the handsome face was highlighted to the fullest.

The old headmaster inadvertently laughed too.

Hogwarts has no shortage of laughter.

It's like a dream, always full of joy.

A few hours later, the tall and thin figure turned to leave, the gloomy figure was stretched by the setting sun and filled the entire corridor, Professor Dumbledore didn't say anything more, only the silent voice remained in the wind: "School. It's good that there should be students. ”

Finally, the setting sun could not resist the waves of the sea, and when the last rays of red light dissipated like a cloud, Professor Dumbledore finally withdrew his gaze from the castle.

He had more important things to do.

A guest is coming to visit him today.

The headmaster's office was cleaned, and the mess of magic on the table was taken away.

Instead, flowers and steaming pastries were served.

Professor Dumbledore sat in his chair, a cup of fragrant black tea in front of him.

On the other side, in an unmanned seat, a glass of butterbeer sits on its table.

At this point, it was just getting dark.

The agreed time has not yet been reached.

The old headmaster, dressed in a purple robe, was holding a teacup and quietly looked at the two legendary magic props in front of him.

The golden crown of Ravenclaw, the sword of Gryffindor.

As the most intimate treasure of the four founders, Owen gave him some inspiration, that is, maybe these things did hide secrets that he didn't know yet.

"Squeak!" Just as the old headmaster was pondering, the oak door to the headmaster's office was pushed open.

Professor Dumbledore just glanced at the visitor.

There was a noticeable change in expression.

Helplessness was mixed with a hint of disappointment.

"You're disappointed to see me." The visitor mercilessly pointed out the sudden change in Dumbledore's expression, without giving the greatest wizard any face.

"I didn't expect to see you again." On the chair, Dumbledore slowly got up, put away the treasure in front of him, and then waved his hand, the beer floated and disappeared into nothingness, and then a cup of fragrant coffee appeared on the table, "Please take a seat!" ”

"We've been gone for about fifty years!"

"Are you going to die of me?" The person who came was a witch.

He wears a top hat with black lace trim and a dark green slim gown.

With a pair of black high heels on his feet, he sat on a chair and cocked high.

The whole body is full of French elegance.

Her red lips opened slightly, and she continued, "I should hate you, I shouldn't have come here." ”

"But—obviously, I'm here." She sat in her chair with her hands crossed, her eyes never looking at the cup of coffee.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked calmly. Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses is a cold moon that can't escape even the light.

Wenda Rozier was noncommittal.

She raised her hand slightly, as if there was a pocket in the cuff, and a green viper, about 12 feet long and as thick as a human thigh, emerged.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old headmaster's eyes, and he immediately asked, "Is this - Nagini?" Where did he find it? ”

"The primeval forests of Albania." Wenda replied coldly.

"He's been looking for traces of Voldemort, Dumbledore."

"In the forests of Albania, he met a remnant of the soul, he wanted to destroy it, but he couldn't do anything, and in the end the soul escaped, but in the process he accidentally met her."

Nagini on the ground had long since lost her memories of being human, and now it was staring at the two of them like a beast, with its head tilted back.

The snake hyacinth kept confiding, and from time to time it would make a hissing and terrifying sound.

"She seems to be your man! Dumbledore. Wenda opened her mouth lazily, and under the black slanted hat, she showed a slightly sarcastic look.

"The blood curse is already ingrained in her body, and all I can do is do my best to ensure that her offspring will not inherit this disease." The old headmaster sighed, his mind slightly returning to fifty years ago.

When he said this to Nagini.

The latter was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed endless sadness.

Gradually, in the end, even the sadness has disappeared, leaving only numbness. (Credence was dead by this time.) ）

The next day, Nagini left Hogwarts.

For fifty years, he had not met the girl with sorrow written between his brows.

Dumbledore, who had broken free from the memories of his suffering, slowly stretched out his hand.

Then a little golden light fell and fell on Nagini's body.

Then, the snake visible to the naked eye became less ferocious, but more sleepy.

After a few seconds, its heaved body sank.

Nagini fell asleep.

"So Gail sent you here."

"Don't call him that, Dumbledore." Wenda's face showed a strong look of disgust, "You make me sick! ”

"Whew!" Black Rose took a deep breath, as if to calm the anger in her heart.

"You are talking to me calmly, do you feel guilty for trapping him with your own hands for more than forty years?"

Her cold gaze was mixed with anger and unwillingness, "How could the great Grindelwald be defeated?" It was you who betrayed him. ”

Fifty years have not erased her hatred for the man in front of her.

On the contrary, the pent-up hatred has been brewed into wine, which is even more vigorous.

"As for the purpose."

"He thinks Hogwarts may have something Voldemort kept, something that would make his soul immortal."

"Horcruxes?"

"You know?" Wenda was slightly stunned, and then relieved, as a wizard who can compete with Grindelwald, Dumbledore knows Horcruxes, and this is not a big deal.

"Besides—" the haughty French Black Rose gracefully turned, got up, and paced around the room, "that boy named Owen is also my purpose." ”

"Him?" The old principal's face changed slightly, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

"Sanchez, it's just a fake surname." She looked at the layout of the office, put away the angry and sarcastic look on her face, and returned to her usual proud elegance.

It's just that there seems to be something else in the eyes, some evasive glances.

It really fell into Dumbledore's eyes.

"If he has a surname. That's probably going to be Rozier, Owen Rozier. ”

"He's your offspring?" Dumbledore blurted out.

Then he gained Wenda, like looking at the eyes of an idiot.

"My heart belongs."

She said coldly. The tone was as if he was going to gnaw a big melon and kill Dumbledore.

"I can't say much about his background, but—"

"I don't understand what Grindelwald thinks, if it were me, I'd kill that child when he was born."

"What do you mean?" The old headmaster's tone became a little colder.

He looked at the woman in front of him, his gaze behind the half-moon glasses a little impenetrable to the woman's thoughts. She seems

Occlumency?

"It's a monster.

If you have met him as a child, you will know that a terrible person who can manipulate people's minds at will and make them puppets can often be called a 'human' that can never be called a 'human'. ”

"Silently?" Listening to Wenda's description, Dumbledore immediately thought of some terrifying creature that did not take on a human form and was born in the body of a young wizard.

Gellert has found another Silent One?

No—in just a second, Professor Dumbledore overturned his guesses.

Owen is healthy, and there is no aura of silence in him.

"No—that's not." Dumbledore was certain that Credence decades ago had given him a far better understanding of Silence than ordinary wizards.

If Owen was silent, he would have recognized him at first sight.

Besides, with the child's flamboyant disposition and out-of-tune thoughts, it is impossible to give birth to obscurity.

And Wenda, who faced the professor's questioning eyes, seemed to be caught in some kind of entanglement, hesitation and fear.

This made Dumbledore more and more interested in the mystery of Owen's origins.

As the oldest pure-blood wizard family, the Rozier family does not have many branches.

In addition to the British lineage, there is only France, Wenda's branch.

If Owen was a member of the Rozier family, then it was impossible for him not to be associated with the lady in front of him.

Unless—all of a sudden, the old headmaster suddenly remembered Grindelwald's notes, and the letter Newt had sent him after Christmas

"Gellert, what the hell is he doing?"

Walk~take-off~

(End of chapter)