I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

In the silent bedroom, the pale moonlight shone down, and only Dumbledore's tiny but clear voice echoed in Sean's ears.

"I always thought that the blood curse and silence might be in a 'competitive state', which is a kind of opposition between curse magic and dark magic, a kind of competition between the two magic powers, but recently I realized that I was wrong. "

Dumbledore sighed deeply: "Ori has controlled Silent, with some help from me, I found a way to suppress Silent's power for a short time, and Ori itself is very special , Under that kind of repression, he finally learned how to control silence.

"Actually, I was a little proud at first, although not every silent person is as special as Ori, but I can at least provide some help to them, so that the silent person can live longer and let them suffer when silent eruption. It hurts less - that's what I thought, and that's what I did with little Daisy."

Sean saw that Dumbledore's face was full of remorse.

"However, I didn't realize the special nature of the blood curse. It brought the nature of the beast, and the suppressed Silently gradually regarded that consciousness as another host..."

Sean opened his mouth slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

Silently combined with the blood curse? !

Dumbledore's next words confirmed his conjecture: "The silence in Daisy's body is quietly divided into two parts, one is entangled in Daisy's consciousness, and the other is the animals brought by the blood curse. The wild is in control..."

"When Daisy changed into another form, the originally uncontrollable silence became more wild, that power frantically hurt Daisy herself, and frantically wanted to destroy everything around her. Come on, the madness didn't show, and none of us found it wrong..."

Sean and Dumbledore fell silent together.

Looking at the self-blaming old man, Sean said softly, "Professor, it's not your fault, if it wasn't for your suppression, maybe earlier..."

Dumbledore smiled weakly: "You are so considerate, Sean, Lily told me the same... But I can't forgive myself, an old man who has studied magic for hundreds of years, can't even save a little girl, and……"

The old man lowered his head: "Sean, did I tell you? I have a sister..."

Sean didn't speak, he could hear the pain in Dumbledore's tone.

"Her name is Ariana, just like Daisy, she suffered a lot, and my incompetent brother, until now, has not rescued her..."

Dumbledore raised his head, and Sean saw a very complicated look flashed in the light blue eyes of the old man.

"Professor, I'm sorry..."

"No, Sean, you don't have to be sorry," Dumbledore rubbed his eyes and laughed again, "I always thought we had to learn to look at ourselves, and for the mistakes we've made, we need to go Admit it and make amends."

He stood up straight and turned into the great wizard who made people want to be convinced at a glance: "Before making up for that mistake, I have to fix the most recent mistake."

Dumbledore looked at Sean: "Help me, boy."

"Of course, Professor."

A golden flame flashed again in midair, and Dumbledore put his hand into the flame.

"Sean, reach out."

Sean stretched out his hand, he was a little puzzled, Dumbledore's teleportation ability in Hogwarts Castle obviously came from Phoenix, but until now, he has never seen Phoenix Fox's real body.

You know, he has also been to the principal's office many times, and the perch there is always empty.

His hand reached into the golden flame, and then Sean's eyes widened, subconsciously wanting to draw out his palm.

"Sean, don't worry," Dumbledore said softly on the side.

"professor?"

"This is a very long story. After Daisy can enter the school normally, I may find a time to tell you." Dumbledore smiled.

Sean fell silent, he glanced at the golden-red flames, and his breathing was a little short.

Just now, what he caught was not a phoenix's tail feather, but a warm and soft hand!

A warm feeling enveloped Sean, the flames burned, and he and Dumbledore disappeared in place.

They teleported outside the school, and Dumbledore stretched out a hand: "Shaun, you don't seem to have been Apparated before?"

"Yes, Professor." Sean was still looking around, he wanted to see who was teleporting outside the school with himself and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled: "Then you'd better hold on to me, it's not a good feeling - I almost vomited the first time."

Sean, who couldn't find any trace of the fire, quickly grabbed Dumbledore's right hand.

Afterwards, the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. He seemed to be pinched into a ball by a giant in his hand. There was a great squeeze from all directions, and even the eyeballs seemed to be digging into his body. Same.

This is more uncomfortable than the door key...

When he opened his tearful eyes, he realized that he was already standing in front of a building.

It was a tall classical villa, built on a hill, looking gloomy and dilapidated in the moonlight.

"St Mungo can't stay, we can't take the lives of other patients seriously. This is the legacy of an uncle of Sirius~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He generously contributed." Dumbledore explained, then He led Sean to the villa.

He picked up the mottled knocker and knocked twice, and immediately someone came to open the door.

"Professor," it was Sirius who opened the door, his expression serious, "is he here yet?"

Dumbledore dodged, revealing Sean behind him.

"Sean, thank you very, very much." Sirius shook Sean's hand heavily.

"Oh, Harry is my friend, please don't be so polite." Sean smiled back at him.

Following Sirius into the house, there were already many people standing in the living room.

James Potter, who had seen him once, was standing by the bonfire with a serious face, and beside him, a short, stout middle-aged man was talking.

The reception table in the living room was used as a dispensing table, Lily Potter was busy in front of a cauldron, and a round-faced couple watched the potion and said something.

Sean recognized it at once. The two and Neville looked very imaginative. It must be the Longbottoms.

By the corner of the campfire, a man with a prosthetic arm was drinking, his face was covered with scars, one normal black eye was small and shiny; the other was like a coin, with a blue center The eyeballs roll back and forth.

It must be Mad-Eye Moody.

As soon as several people came in, Moody's artificial eyes rolled, and he stood up with the others.

"Professor, you're here." James shook hands with Dumbledore across the crowd, and then said solemnly to Sean, "Sean, thank you very much."

Lily, who came from the cauldron, took her husband's arm, her face looked very pale, and her lips were dry and peeled.

"Shaun, thank you..."