Jon felt helpless.
He did not know why the drunk Professor Trelawney would suddenly look for him tonight. His Phantom Spell did not seem to have any effect on this professor who had opened the Eye of Heaven.
He even saw Harry Potter on the way to find Hermione. He had tried a few times to divert the trouble away, but in the end, he did not do so.
The most recent time was at the statue.
Fortunately, he finally got rid of the professor when he arrived at the foot of Gryffindor Tower. It was really a happy thing that there was no one chattering about doing poker divination in his ears.
He used magic to activate Hermione's notebook. After a while, Hermione ran down from upstairs.
"Teacher."
She seemed to be panting. "Why are you suddenly looking for me? Didn't today's class end early? "
"Something came up at the last minute. I need to take you out."
"Out?"
Hermione was very hesitant. After all, it was not a good thing for a student to suddenly go out. If she was found out …
"Don't worry, I brought this."
Jon took out a simple version of the Time Turner from his ring. This was one of the original ones stored in the Department of Mysterious Affairs. He took it out before Harry Potter and the others bombed that place. It was so convenient to have a mother who worked there.
Jon twisted the Time Turner and then shook it above Hermione's head. A Hermione suddenly appeared beside her and then walked upstairs.
"Okay, there are no more problems now. Let's go."
Hermione looked at the Time Turner and hesitated.
"Teacher, weren't the Time Turner destroyed in the Department of Magic?"
"Well, how should I say this?
I think you should be able to guess that the battle that happened in the Department of Magic was actually under our control. So, taking out two of them in advance … is very normal. "
"If you can take out two … you should be able to take out more, right?"
"Not really. These two things were not taken out according to the normal procedure. Normally, all the Time Turner would have been destroyed in that accident. This one was taken out by my mother."
The two of them walked towards the Hogwarts school gate, shrouded in darkness and magic.
"If all of this was arranged in advance and everything is under control, then the Sirius is not dead, right?"
Jon's body trembled when he heard this, but he immediately smiled and said, "How could that be? How can we be such people? "
"Teacher, you're not very good at lying. Or rather, teacher, you haven't lied for so long that you've already forgotten what lying should be like."
"Oh?"
"Since it's a lie, you should at least show a trace of grief. Even if you don't have any friendship with Sirius, you shouldn't be so casual about it.
Since you are not worried at all, it means that the Sirius Star is not important in your eyes. But if I am so important, isn't the Sirius Star an important force in the Phoenix Society?
But how can there be such a coincidence? The one who died was none other than the Sirius Star. That day, Dumbledore was there, so why didn't he save the Sirius Star?
Besides, the Sirius Star died in the Ministry of Magic. Even I know that the Death Curse is not absolutely able to kill people. Its power is sometimes weakened. Besides, the Muggle Society has many ways to save a person who has suffered cardiac arrest. Since you want me to help promote the integration of the two worlds, you must know something about the Muggle Society. Since you know, there must be a way to save the Sirius Star. "
Jon was silent.
But at this time, silence was equivalent to acquiescence.
Although Hermione was not very beautiful, she was indeed a very smart person.
"Alright, alright. The Sirius Star is not dead, but since you know about this, you must keep it a secret. No matter what, you can't let Harry know. When everything is over, the two of them will meet again."
"Yes."
Hermione smiled. Although she and the Sirius Star were not close, they were still on good terms. It was a pleasant surprise to hear that the Sirius Star was still alive.
"But teacher, where are we going?"
"To an old place."
…
Outside Dumbledore's office.
Harry stood in front of the stone statue.
"Sour soda."
The stone monster jumped to the side. The wall behind it cracked in half, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.
Harry stepped on it and followed the spiral as it rose higher and higher. Finally, it came to the door of Dumbledore's office with a brass door knocker.
Harry knocked on the door.
"Come in."
It was Dumbledore's voice.
"Good evening, Sir."
Harry walked into the principal's office.
"Good evening, Harry.
Sit down. "Dumbledore said with a smile," I think you had a good first week of school? "
"Thank you."
"You must be very busy. You've already been grounded!"
"Mm …"
Harry did not know what to say, but Dumbledore's expression was not very strict.
"I've already talked to Snape. You'll be grounded next Saturday."
"Okay."
Harry's mind was filled with more important things and he did not have the time to think about Snape's confinement.
He secretly looked around, trying to guess why Dumbledore had called him here tonight.
The circular office looked the same as usual: there were many exquisite silverware on the slender table. They spun and puffed out small puffs of smoke.
The portraits of the old headmasters, both men and women, were dozing off in their respective photo frames.
Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, Fox, stood on a perch behind the door and looked at Harry with interest.
It looked like Dumbledore did not leave a place for him to practice combat.
"I think, Harry," Dumbledore said in a serious tone, "you must be wondering how I plan to teach you — for lack of a better term?"
"Yes, Sir."
"It's like this. Since you already know what prompted Voldemort to kill you fifteen years ago, I think it's time for you to understand some of the situation."
"…"
"At the end of last term, you said you would tell me everything."
Harry could not get rid of the slight reproach in his own words.
"So I did." Dumbledore said calmly, "I told you everything I know.
From now on, we're going to leave the solid foundation of facts, and together we're going to cross the dark and fuzzy swamp of memories and enter the intricate and bold conjectures.
At this point, Harry, I might make a sad mistake like Humphrey Belcher. He actually believed that cheese could be used as a crucible. "
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