Triangle,
The existence of stability and order.
Circle,
Chaotic and disorderly nothingness.
Straight lines,
Irreversible time.
Dumbledore stood at the top of Gryffindor's tower,
Watching the heavy rain pour down and flow through the iron railings into the room, leaving behind a mottled wall of moss and a rusty smell.
This was the prison that the Ministry of Magic, headed by Fudge, had built for him and Gellert.
Originally, it was just a heavy spell seal on the outside, but as the magic gradually lost its effect,
They sent Dementors to guard it.
"Albus." Grindelwald pushed the door open and called him by his name, bringing in a hint of hot honey. Obviously, a prison of this size could not hold the former Black Devil King.
Dumbledore turned around and threw the saint symbol in his hand into Grindelwald's arms and took the hot drink from the latter.
"Oh,
It's not the smell of Hogwarts' house elves. "He wrinkled his nose and complained.
"You're only over a hundred years old. There's no hurry to lose all your teeth." Grindelwald smiled mockingly.
Dumbledore stroked his beard,
He still didn't dislike Grindelwald's hand-made drink and slowly drank a cup of light honey.
Then, he looked at the heavy rain outside the window and smiled. "It's lucky to be able to drink a hot drink on such a day."
Grindelwald crossed his arms and walked to the bed at the side. He sat down against the wall and didn't say a word.
Dumbledore stood there for a long time.
Then, he asked, "How is Mrs. Lovegood's condition?"
Just like that.
Not good.
When Kamia proposed to use her own body as a medium at the meeting of the Secret Phoenix Knights, everyone had humanitarian reasons to object, but Kamia also had sufficient reasons to refute.
"Other than me,
Who else can claim to be an existence beyond space and time? — — Harry Potter? He has a more important destiny to bear! "
There was not much time left.
Nickleme drew a magic array.
Inmag hypnotized the whole magic world. Dumbledore chose a calm day to write a letter to Harry. Kamia did not say goodbye to Xenophilius but walked into the magic circle drawn on the black lake in Hogwarts. More than ten powerful sorcerers poured their magic power into the teacher until she emitted a strong white light.
But it wasn't enough …
The Secret Knights led by Dumbledore could sense that their power was not enough to activate this magic array.
This meant that all their efforts had been for naught. The dimensional pocket could not be formed, and Kamia could very well lose her life here.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other. Should they save Kamia, or should they continue to cast the spell?
As everyone hesitated, an unforeseen event occurred.
The waters of the Black Lake began to tremble. Under the shroud of the white light, waves began to roll up. High up in the sky, strong winds began to blow, echoing with the raging waves. The faint roar of a dragon could be heard.
(The sleeping dragon shall not disturb …)
The ancient school motto had never been clear. What everyone could understand was the island that rose from the center of the lake and the huge, ferocious-looking oak tree that occupied the island. Under the excessively bright golden light, every leaf of the oak tree seemed to be gilded with gold. The golden threads that diffused from the veins of the leaves wrapped around Kamia's body and then continued to move forward. Finally, under the sky, a fine golden net was formed, enveloping the entire Hogwarts.
In a place where a spell was cast, the caster and the target of the spell would become variables. The place where the spell was cast would also become variables.
After everything was over and everyone woke up, Dumbledore explained everything to the furious Ministry of Magic. Then, he was "invited" into a temporary prison, and the members of Azkaban were locked in Slytherin's underground classroom.
Not everyone believed Dumbledore's words. The gloomy atmosphere brought about by the continuous rain had stirred up the hearts of the people, and almost caused a riot in the early days. Foggy's suppression did not have much of an effect. It was Grindelwald who was furious and sent out a temporary security team formed by the Saints to slightly stabilize the situation.
Following that, the Hogwarts were consciously divided into factions. The British, German, French, and American Wizards formed their own camps. The light Wizards and the dark Wizards maintained a subtle distance. Dumbledore's supporters and the Ministry of Magic's supporters faintly formed a confrontation. Not long after, the medical and psychological teams began to appear.
The heavy rain did not stop, watering the castle. November never passed.
Kamia did not improve either.
As one of the major suspects, the reason she was not locked up was that no one could be sure if she was still the original Kamia.
Luna Lovegood walked through the flooded corridor with a basket. Many people sitting in the corridor in a daze raised their eyes and watched the girl's back as she passed by. The crazy girl's hair was already very long. She had untied her perennial braids and let her light blonde hair down to her waist. From the back, she looked like an old friend.
The Hogwarts had never been so crowded. Every dormitory and classroom was filled to the brim. Although everyone had drawn their own camps, there were still situations where they had to live with their "enemies." This caused the already tense atmosphere to flash with angry sparks from time to time. The Saint's security team was only responsible for suppressing the riots and did not care about the fights that occurred from time to time. The Phoenix Society, which was supposed to stand up and maintain order, did not take shape after Dumbledore was locked up.
Luna walked through the spiral staircase with a basket, planning to go to the high tower of Ravenclaw.
She met Helena on the way. The female ghost of Ravenclaw accompanied her for a while. After seeing the things in her basket, Helena revealed a sad smile and left through the wall.
Luna continued to walk until she reached the highest floor of the high tower. She pushed open the closed door. Kamia was under house arrest here.
Xenophilius Lovegood heard his daughter's footsteps coming in, but he did not look back. He continued to lie on the bed and coax his wife out. "Jiamei? Jiamei, Luna is here. Don't you want to play with Luna? "
A moment later, a young woman's vigilant voice came from under the bed. "Go away. I only want to see Luna. "
Xenophilius lied without blushing. He moved to the side and said, "Okay, I'll go away. You can come out now."
"… You're a fool."
Although she said that, Kami still crawled out from the shadows. She had short, messy white hair and delicate facial features. Indifference and naivety mixed into a strange expression on her face, which made this young woman who was already an adult almost fall into the category of a young girl. In the eyes of others, Professor Kamia looked a little different from before. If Harry was present, he could easily recognize that this was the adult Kamia.
Luna sat on the ground and took out three portions of lunch from the basket. Then, under Kamia's expectant gaze, she took out two yellow and damp books and put them back into the basket before Kamia could reach for them. She whispered, "No, you can't. Kamia has to fill her stomach first."
Kamia was crestfallen. However, she smelled the calmness of Luna's divine aura, so she did not act shamelessly. She obediently picked the prettiest apple from the plate and pushed it in front of Xenophilius. "Peel it."
"Okay." Xenophilius giggled through his unshaven beard. The side of his face was still bleeding from Kamia's scratches.
Except for fruits, Kamia was not interested in other food. Lovegood and her father still had not coaxed her to eat other food. In fact, she did not seem to need food. Since waking up, Kamia's memory seemed to have been stuck in a long, long time ago. She still lived in a tower built with books. She did not recognize Xenophilius, Dumbledore, and Harry Potter.
However, she still had a natural closeness to Luna. She liked this little girl. She could tell that she was a writer.
Moreover, Luna would bring her books again and again, which made her feel safe.
After a simple meal, Luna left with the basket, leaving Barry, Lindgren, and Urk behind.
Kamia touched the wet pages with a pitiful expression. Then, she carefully opened the cover.
Xenophilius approached her and felt her slightly cold arm through the air. So, he took off his robe and put it on Kamia's shoulder.
Kamia raised her eyes and stared at this strange uncle in confusion. She did not say anything. She lowered her head and read the still clear words in a low voice:
A long, long time ago, when the world was still young …
Luna tried to go downstairs with fewer people. That way, she could walk and jump, pretending that she was a rabbit and not be treated as a lunatic. She used to do this kind of thing. But now, she could often bump into people crying secretly in lonely corners … or ghosts.
Myrtle's tears have flooded several girls' toilets. Nick, who almost lost his head, was thinking every day. The fat monk became more and more pious. These were not enough to surprise Luna. However, Naughty Ghost hanging upside down in the air did make the crazy girl stop.
"Naughty Ghost, what's wrong with you?"
Naughty Ghost looked like a scary Halloween doll when he put on a straight face. He was hanging upside down and wanted to make an angry expression. However, his facial nerves were out of kilter, so he looked like a grimace of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"What a shameless girl! You still have the nerve to ask Naughty Ghost what's wrong! "Naughty Ghost screamed around Luna." Listen! Listen carefully! The endless November rain, Myrtle, and other ghosts are crying — they are going to drown the castle! Listen carefully! It's so noisy — so noisy! "
Of course, Luna listened carefully. Every midnight, when the noise gradually quieted down, Luna would wander around the Hogwarts in her pajamas with a silver conch. At this time, the crying was the loudest and the dreams were the clearest. Luna filled the conch with all kinds of sounds and listened repeatedly when she couldn't sleep. She always found many interesting things.
There was a prisoner from Azkaban who praised the light of freedom on the wings of birds every night …
There were two magic apprentices from Germany and France who were secretly in love and called each other's names in their dreams …
There were some young wizards in the Hogwarts who were worried that they would have to live in the castle with the foreigners forever …
Zabini and Pansy were worried about Drac's safety …
Lee Jordan prayed for the twins every day …
Filch was worried that Madam Loris would not survive this disaster …
Sometimes, Luna would meet the same insomniac on her night walk. Usually, the two would pretend not to see each other and silently move aside. Only Old Master Ingmag would accompany Luna for a while and chat with her.
"Do you hear those sounds?"
"Yes …"
"Wonderful melody, right?"
"Very … interesting …"
Other than that, Luna didn't have much to do. Classes in the Hogwarts had basically been suspended. Even the strict Germans didn't suggest resuming classes at this time, so Luna had a lot of time to spend on night walks.
The other students didn't have much to do either. The students of the four schools in the Hogwarts were ostracizing each other to the point that they hated each other. If they wanted to fight with students from other schools, they first had to solve the problem of language barriers. So, when the teachers formed groups to read the night in front of the black lake and the oak tree, the students became very popular with cross-stitching, digital oil paintings, wooden models, and other small toys. Of course, there were also those who were not so good at using their hands and were addicted to poker and mahjong.
Things took a turn for the better after Madam Pins made an announcement.
Because the continuous rain had destroyed some of the books in the Hogwarts library, Madam Pins decided to call on the students to move a small part of the library to a higher floor in the Hogwarts. And because magic was gradually shrinking in this dimensional pocket, they could only rely on pure labor to move the books. So, the people who gathered in the corridor all day long were fortunate enough to witness so many, so many books being moved in front of their eyes.
Just as stacks of cash were more shocking than a small credit card, mountains of books were more eye-catching than the concept of a library. People seemed to have suddenly discovered that there was such a way to pass the time, whether it was adults or students, whether it was English or German, after a brief hesitation, there were suddenly readers everywhere in the Hogwarts. Even when the library in the Hogwarts became too crowded, they turned their attention to the hexagonal library in the Union Building.
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