Stewart Island, a volcanic island in southern New Zealand.

Half Moon Harbor is the largest residential area on this island.

The Wizard's Town is also located near Half Moon Harbor.

In the local Maori language, the wizarding city is called 'rakiura', which means vibrant sky.

The caravan of the Ming Dynasty chose to set up a tent on a hill.

This place was once a place of worship for ancient wizards, and in the distant past, the place of worship served more as a magical laboratory.

The hill less than a dozen feet above sea level is littered with ruins, and the center is probably a temple.

In the shape of a decreasing pyramid, in the past, each layer here was filled with flowers brought in from all over the place, surrounded by a burst of colors and wonderful aromas. Clusters of towers are adorned with silver and jade, and cool water flows from the Great Temple, running day and night along the elevated canals.

Over the past few thousand years, time has eroded the temple to the point of flesh and skin, leaving only bones made of stone, and much of its former glory has been reduced to ruins. The remains of the ruins that passers-by can see today have also been restored by the New Zealand Ministry of Magic, and there is a poster standing next to it, which depicts the original appearance of the temple as imagined by archaeologists.

Archaeologists fantasize that ancient temples should have been built of cut and squared granite, rather than the rude rocks seen today.

Every single one should be meticulously carved, there should be more statues of famous wizards than there are trees on the hills, and now perhaps you can find some of the stones that look a little outlined in the surrounding mounds, the only legacy of that great and noble era.

The tent was pitched on the remains of the temple for three days.

The International Wizarding Potions Masters Tournament has passed the preliminary selection and entered the final 16.

Lily Evans.

James Potter.

Severus Snape.

All three of them went into the next race with flying colors.

However, the difficulty of the subsequent matches will skyrocket.

Potions that dare to claim to be original by simply modifying a few recipes of their predecessors will no longer receive points.

Contestants must come up with a brand new, never-before-seen potion recipe in the wizarding world to earn points.

Of course - it's too difficult to invent a valuable potion recipe.

The contestants' so-called inventions are more of the mischievous products invented by George and Weasley.

But it's already excellent.

Great recipes are born from the seemingly useless, imaginative creations of young wizards, and those bursts of inspiration are like new wood that ignites a crucible, and one day it will explode enough to illuminate the darkness.

Who can guess the future?

Among these young wizards, who are only fifteen or sixteen years old, maybe a great potions master will be born?

This is also the significance of the Masters.

Geniuses are like pieces of granite cut and square, and the great temples of ancient times were built by a group of geniuses.

Even after thousands of years, there are still wreckage to this day, aren't they?

"Professor—"

In the tent, red-haired Lily ran down the stairs in a panic.

Her long hair fluttered in the air, and she was dressed in a simple robe, and she didn't have time to put on her shoes.

Far away, she screamed.

It was raining outside the tent.

It's been raining all day.

That's the way it is on the islands – the weather always takes a sudden turn for the worse.

Yesterday, after winning the second match, Jaime had wanted to invite Lily to soak in the hot springs, which he had heard was famous for its volcano, geothermal heat.

But Lily didn't even think about it for a moment, and just refused.

There were two reasons for her refusal.

The first is that she wants to prepare for the next races.

Secondly - she hated the frizzy and arrogant James Potter who had the temperament of the Second Ancestor.

Neither Snape nor Jaime did it.

The heavy rain outside the tent cut Lily's voice in part.

But Dumbledore, who was having a leisurely tea with Shati, noticed Lily.

"Miss Evans, is there anything wrong with you?" Dumbledore said.

He turned his head at the same time as Xia Ti.

The old headmaster looked at the red-haired girl.

The conflicts between the little ones don't stop anywhere.

At the end of the summer vacation, the children will be in the sixth grade.

It seems that he has to pay a little attention to help the little ones solve the conflict, after all—Voldemort is indeed getting more and more crazy, and these children cannot be a resistance to evil, nor can they become lackeys who follow evil. They must be united.

"Professor—it's Diana, go check it out!"

Lily said in a panic.

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly, quickly got up, walked up the stairs, and walked towards Diana's room.

The girl hadn't been out since she was in the tent.

Everyone knew that she needed a peaceful life to heal her wounds both mentally and physically.

The wizards deliberately left her private space.

Now—Dumbledore had a bad feeling in his heart.

He shouldn't have left the girl alone, she needed company - but Lily had to prepare for the game, and Professor Zhang Qingqiu had to deal with the caravan's affairs, and it was true that there were no manpower.

Professor Dumbledore walked to the second floor at the same time as Professor Shati.

They came to Diana's door.

When I looked up, Sirius and Snape were standing in front of the door, and Jaime had just come out of the room, his face very ugly and his hands stained with blood.

Professor Dumbledore grimaced, and stepped into the room.

In Chang'an Taixue's tent, all the decorations in the room are full of deep and delicate oriental charm.

Elegantly furnished, a large mahogany bed is placed in the center, and the bed is covered with brocade bedding embroidered with moire and dragon and phoenix motifs. At the head of the bed hangs a landscape painting, the brushstrokes are smooth, the artistic conception is far-reaching, and a celadon vase is placed on the table in the guest room, the glaze of the bottle is as warm as jade, and the blooming peony is painted on it.

The glass is glazed, the curtains are brocade, the floor is black walnut, and on the wall opposite the bed are several landscape paintings and a lute.

Sandalwood burned in the incense burner, and the faint scent of blood wafted into Dumbledore's nose.

In the corner of the room, he saw a woman, draped in a robe, and blood oozed from under the robe.

The robe—the professor glanced at Jaime beside him, dressed in a short shirt, which was clearly the one on the woman's body.

The old professor walked over.

Slowly lifted Jaime's wizarding robes.

The girl named Diana was wearing her ragged linen dress, and it was clear that the new clothes prepared by Professor Zhang were on the table, but she didn't move at all.

She pressed the collar of her blouse against a knife and brutally slit her own throat.

The wound was so hideous that it cut off almost a third of the neck.

The blood spurted out of her collar was blocked by her collar, and the blood stained her fingers red, and the blood flowed from between her fingers, staining her chest and abdomen, and flowing down her bare waist and abdomen.

Diana curled up - curled up like a baby in its mother's womb.

With a serene smile on his face, with a sense of relief, he left this world forever.

Professor Shati walked into the room.

The old eyes shifted from Diana's body to the rest of the room.

The beds were made clean and tidy.

There is not a trace of any use.

The table was spotlessly clean. The clothes sent by Professor Zhang Qingqiu were also left untouched.

The desk in front of the window has traces of use.

Because there were a few pages of parchment on the table.

The inkwell had been opened, and it was believed that the quill had also been impregnated with ink, but now—the inkwell had been recapped—the quill had been rinsed, and even the chair had been pressed against the edge of the table and returned to its place.

The room seemed to have never been occupied before.

"We made the wrong choice." Dumbledore said heavily, then slowly put Jaime's robe back over Diana's cooled body, and stood up with a heavy face.

"She killed herself?" Sirius's face outside the door was full of shock and bewilderment, although they often fought at Hogwarts, but the dead man, he also saw it for the first time. He couldn't accept that a life that had been alive a few days ago had just left.

Sirius couldn't help but look at James.

Seeing that his face was also heavy.

Professor Xia Ti stood at the table and muttered, "Mental breakdown, human nature. ”

"Those who are too weak will collapse." Snape said dismissively, not taking the poor Muggle girl to heart.

When Dumbledore heard Snape's words, he turned his head and looked at him deeply. And didn't say anything right away. He exhaled again and paused for a moment before he spoke: "One day, you will understand that even the most powerful people will be crushed by life!" ”

"Life?"

Snape's expression changed several times, and he wanted to talk about the tragedy that had happened to him, her mother, her father, her family, and the home by the stinking gutter.

His world has never been bright.

Until—he looked at Lily, whose eyes were fluttering—it was his light.

"There are people who have never seen the light." Behind Dumbledore's half-moon glasses, his blue eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and he seemed to see what Snape was thinking, and then said in a complex and elusive tone, "When she first saw the light, she only saw it as fire, afraid to escape, afraid to set herself on fire." ”

Snape fell silent.

He began to finally think about Dumbledore's words.

The Muggle woman - she was probably even more miserable than herself, because he still had magic, Hogwarts, there was - Lily.

Even if it didn't just bring him happiness, at least it did bring him happiness.

Seeing Snape's thoughtful expression, Dumbledore was silent.

He walked over to Professor Shati and looked at the letter on his desk.

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- Sorry for soiling the floor.

Choosing death is not a difficult task.

To be clear, I don't know anything about death.

I said to myself, why are the stars twinkling in the sky always so far away?

Perhaps only death can reach the vast galaxy!

It was late at night and I was ready to go to bed.

Good night and good luck!

Sincerely, Diana.

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Professor Xia Ti's hands trembled slightly, as if he was carrying too much heaviness and grief. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, and then handed the letter to Dumbledore.

"What a kind child, what a kind." Professor Xia Ti muttered unconsciously, with a hint of tremor and emotion in his voice.

"Heaven is really unfair."

Dumbledore took the letter, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. He unfolded the letter and read the words Diana had left behind.

The letter—

A person who committed suicide.

A man who has suffered a lot.

A man who has seen the darkness of human nature.

A man who has never met the light in his life.

With what passion did she write this epistle?

She sublimates the pain of her tormented life into a captivating beauty in a few lines.

Pain can easily sink and go crazy, but the joy of confronting the pain of this world with gentleness is indescribable.

As Professor Shati said.

"Yes! What a good boy! ”

The letter was seen by Lily.

She was right next to the two professors.

It touched her greatly.

At the same time, it also made her feel disgusted with the injustice of the world from the bottom of her heart.

She looked at Snape, remembering the Death Eaters who had walked with him.

I can't help but sigh in my heart - how many kind and gentle people in the world are still oppressed by evil.

But he still stubbornly chose to go along with the dirt, which made her puzzled and indignant at the same time.

Then Lily's green eyes fell on Jaime's.

Look at the shirt on his body, and the contemplative face.

Suddenly, she realized that this arrogant and domineering guy was not hopeless.

"Albus - look at this!"

At this time, suddenly the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees.

Professor Shati coldly handed the rest of the letter to Dumbledore.

The girl made a confession at the end of her life.

All the truth is in those lines.

Dumbledore took the letter and read it quickly.

As his eyes moved slowly, his face became more and more cold.

Until the last word.

Known as the world's greatest white wizard, the legend of eternal calm and wise, Albus Dumbledore. At this moment, the face is like frost.

"They- what do they think of people!"

"Diana, goddess!"

"That's how they treat the goddess?"

Professor Xia Ti took over the conversation, "They treat people as magical materials! ”

"Vampire - Vampire!"

"I thought it was just an adjective!"

"There will definitely be people showing their feet at the game." Dumbledore said.

"It's too slow." "Since we all know that there is something wrong with the Selwyns, let's uproot them immediately!" ”

"It's been three days, Diana is in our hands and they must know it, perhaps, they have already started to move."

"Transfer?" Dumbledore said coldly, "No—no, they don't have a chance. Professor Horace Slughorn has been following them. ”

"He's—always likes to deal with pure-blood nobles, powerful people."

(End of chapter)