Chapter 810
Jon is very helpless.
He didn't know why Professor Trelawny, who was drunk tonight, suddenly came to him. His Disillusionment Charm seemed to have no effect on the professor who opened his eyes.
He even saw Harry Potter once on the way to find Hermione. He moved several times and wanted to bring trouble to others, but he didn't do it in the end.
The most recent one was at the statue.
Fortunately, when he came to the Gryffindor Tower, he finally got rid of the professor. No one was chattering about playing cards fortune-telling, which is really a happy thing. .
He used magic to hook Hermione's notebook, and after a while, Hermione ran down the stairs.
"teacher."
She looks gasping for breath: "Why come to me all of a sudden? Didn't today's class finish in advance?"
"There is something temporarily, I want to take you out."
"Out?"
Hermione was very hesitant. After all, it is not a good thing for students to go out suddenly. If found...
"Don't worry, I brought this."
Jon took out a crude version of Time-Turner from his ring, which was originally stored One of the batch in the Department of Mysteries was taken out before Harry Potter and the others bombed it-it is so convenient to have a mother who works there.
Jon twisted Time-Turner, then shook Hermione's head, a Hermione suddenly appeared next to her, and then moved towards upstairs and walked back.
"Okay, there is no problem now, let's go."
Hermione looked at the Time-Turner and stopped talking.
"Teacher and Time-Turner are all destroyed by Ministry of Magic?"
"Well, how do you say it?
I think you should be able to Guessed, the battle that took place in the Ministry of Magic was actually under our control, so it’s normal to take two out in advance..."
"Able to take two ……Should you be able to get more?"
"That's not there. These two things were not taken out according to the normal process. Normally, all Time-Turners have been destroyed. It was in that accident. My mother took this out."
The two of them moved towards Hogwarts and walked towards the gate of Hogwarts, shrouded in darkness and magic.
"If all this was arranged in advance and these things are under control, then Sirius is actually not dead, right?"
Jon's body is listening There was a slight tremor at the moment of this sentence, but he immediately said with a smile: "Why? How could we be such a person?"
"Teacher, you are not good at lying, In other words, teacher, you haven’t lied for too long, and you have forgotten what it should be like to lie."
"oh?"
"Since it’s a lie, then at least you should behave There is a trace of grief. Even if Sirius has no friendship with you, you should not behave so casually.
Since you are not worried at all, it means that Sirius is not important in your eyes. But I’m so important. Isn’t Sirius an important battle strength in Order of the Phoenix?
But there is no such coincidence. It is not someone else who died, but Sirius. That day Dumbledore clearly then went, why didn’t Sirius be saved?
Also, Sirius died in the Ministry of Magic. Even I know that the Killing Curse is not absolutely capable of killing people, he The formidable power is sometimes weakened, and the muggle society has many ways to rescue a person with cardiac arrest. Since you want me to help promote the integration of the two worlds, it is impossible to understand the muggle society. Understand, there must be a way to save people back."
Jon was silent.
But at this time, silence is equivalent to the default.
Hermione is not very beautiful, but in any case, she is indeed a very smart person.
"Okay, okay, Sirius is indeed not dead, but if you know this, you have to keep it secret. You can't let Harry know anyway. When everything is over, the two of them Individuals will meet again."
"Yes."
Hermione smiled. Although she and Sirius are not close, they are still good after all. Now they can get Sirius alive. The news is really a surprise.
"But teacher, where are we going?"
"Go to an old place."
……
Dumbledore Outside the office.
Harry stood in front of the stone statue.
"Sour soda."
The stone rare beast jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing an active spiral staircase behind it.
Harry stepped up, as the stairs turned round and round, rising higher and higher, and finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office with a brass knocker.
Harry knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
It's Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening, sir."
Harry walked into the headmaster's office.
"Good evening, Harry.
Sit down," Dumbledore said with a smile, "I think you had a great first week of school, right?"
"Thank you."
"You must be very busy, you have already eaten a confinement!"
"Um..."
Harry I don't know what to say, but Dumbledore's expression is not very harsh.
"I have already told Snape, you will go to the confinement next Saturday."
"Okay."
Harry's mind, pretending More important things, I can't even think about Snape's confinement.
He secretly looked all around, trying to guess what Dumbledore was calling him this evening.
This round office looks the same as usual: on the slender-legged table, there are many refined silverware, which rotate, emitting small puffs of smoke.
The portraits of the old headmasters of men and women are dozing off in their respective frames.
Dumbledore's extraordinary Phoenix Fawkes stood on the perch behind the door, watching Harry with interest.
It seems that Dumbledore did not spare a place to practice combat.
"I think, Harry," Dumbledore said in a serious tone. "You must be wondering how I am going to give you-no better way-to class?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, since you already know what prompted Voldemort to kill you fifteen years ago, I think it's time to let you know something."
"..."
"At the end of last semester, you said you wanted to tell me everything."
Harry had a hard time getting rid of his words There was a bit of blame.
"I did that." Dumbledore said calmly, "I told you everything I know.
From now on, we will leave the solid Based on the facts, we have crossed the dim and vague memory swamp together, and entered the tangled and complicated bold guess.
At this point, Harry, I may make a sad mistake like Humphrey Belcher. He actually believes that cauldron can be made from cheese."