Chapter 326 Mysterious Letter and Zizi Honey Candy
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
2 month.
Malfoy goes to provoke Harry every day.
Qunxing Club is still operating as usual.
Dumbledore's Army continues to train.
Everything seems to continue to be in order.
Umbridge made Hogwarts discipline so tense that even the staff chose not to speak in the staff lounge.
Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout were talking in front of the spell classroom, and the students in the castle had been suffering for Umbridge for a long time.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore still won't show up.
This is a good thing for John.
Ozzy Heard walked irritably down the corridor, pack of cigarettes in hand, looking for a place to satisfy his addiction.
Some students greeted her on the way, and she responded perfunctorily.
The next time I go to Hogsmeade is Valentine's Day, from which we can see the different values of love between the West and the East.
If you are at the age of the Celestial Dynasty, let alone Valentine's Day, whether you can keep your legs is a problem.
But Hogwarts encourages this kind of puppy love behavior, and no one stopped Lockhart to make a confession on Valentine's Day.
Neville met Luna on the road, and this weird girl made Neville a little at a loss.
"What are you holding?" Luna's dazed appearance made people feel that she didn't know where her attention went.
"It's a sword." Neville scratched his head, walked together with Luna, and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
"Emmm..." Luna didn't say where.
She promised to keep it secret.
It's just that this is easy to misunderstand. Neville felt that he was meddling, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."
Speaking of which, Neville was the only one in the dormitory who didn't join Dumbledore's Army, and he didn't show up in the bar when it was first created.
Holding the sword of Marvolo, Neville came to the eighth floor.
He turned the other way, and Luna hopped to a door and entered.
Neville looked back, but Luna was gone.
He was curious, and after walking past a huge tapestry, he turned back and stopped.
He couldn't remember when there was a door here.
After staying for a while, he was going to go and have a look.
Putting his hand on the door, he looked down, and the red gemstone lit up.
"What is this place?" Neville was startled, wanting to go in.
That door started to disappear, and the door became a wall.
Neville was stunned for a moment, the red light dimmed.
"Just like St. Mungo's." Neville looked at the jewel on the sword, then at the disappearing door.
He felt that he was close to finding it.
Although John didn't tell him what to look for.
But there seems to be a guide in the dark.
He paused for a while and left.
...
John's research came to a standstill. He swept the parchment off the table and sat there rubbing his eyebrows.
"This curse is different from the Blood Curse. The Blood Curse is devouring, but it is destroying."
Picking up a piece of parchment, it was written and scribbled on, repeated many times.
Neither he nor Daphne told Astoria how serious the inspection was. John put the parchment in an envelope, called Basil and said, "Send it to Alex Dharma."
Basil ate a small dried fish, picked up the letter and flew away.
"I need to change my mood." John said to himself, and walked out of the dormitory.
He passed the common room, where Malfoy was playing gobstones with Goyle and Crabbe.
This thing sprays foul-smelling gas on the loser, and Goyle stinks, looking like he's lost a lot.
A rare break for the Slytherin Quidditch team, a group of people gathered to relax.
John walked out of the lounge and down the corridor.
He has no purpose other than to come out for some fresh air and inspiration.
Walking and walking, he came to the covered bridge.
Very few people come to this place.
He leaned against the covered bridge, his thoughts emptied.
There are still some perks to being at Hogwarts.
For example, he is not afraid of being attacked suddenly here.
Although there is an extra Umbridge who is not worried this year, the style of study is developing for the better.
At least there are not so many desertions in class.
Feeling the moist wind from the covered bridge, John looked down at the water below.
In the first year, he came to Hogwarts by boat from below.
"It feels like it's been a long time." A trace of tiredness flashed under his eyes.
Looking up, a barn owl flew by.
The owl stopped on the handrail of the corridor bridge and handed a letter to John.
After doing everything, the owl flew up and disappeared soon.
"No signature?"
John stared at the envelope.
The envelope was black, a color almost nobody would deliver a letter in.
After checking that there were no curses or other magic attached, John opened it.
Inside was a small card with only one sentence on it.
"Live to die."
John's pupils constricted as he stared at the card.
He took out his wand and aimed it at the card.
"Reveal."
Looking at the card, under the magic, the card has not changed in the slightest.
John took a deep breath, his fingers trembling holding the card.
"Who the hell?" He looked at the words on the card, and a thought came to his mind.
Who sent this unsigned letter?
He thought about what he was planning.
Excluding a few insiders, John wants to have a glass of water at this time to refresh himself.
Putting the card in his pocket solemnly, he stared into the distance.
"There are some things that you need to try even if you know you can't do it."
The black envelope floated to the surface, floated for a while and then sank.
There was a burst of fairy music in John's ears, and a phoenix came to him with an envelope.
"Dumbledore."
There was only one person who could command the phoenix. A look of fear flashed in John's eyes, and he opened the letter.
"I hope we can meet each other, the password is: Zizi Honey Candy."
Dumbledore issued an invitation, John glanced at Phoenix, and Phoenix was also looking at John.
Head cocked to one side, Fox awaited John's reply.
The letter was burning in his hand, John stretched out his hand and touched Fox's feather, and said with a light smile, "Why not?"
Fox received the reply, got up and flew away.
John watched Fox go away, he opened his palm, and there was a feather lying there.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets without changing his expression. Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, a day he had expected.
Dumbledore was really calm, he thought that before Christmas, Dumbledore would not be able to resist looking for him.
Go to the fifth floor, and the ugly stone beast squats there.
John leaned over and said, "Zizi honey candy."
The stone beast jumped aside, revealing a passage.
Walking in and going up the spiral staircase, he came to the principal's office.
He knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open and entering, all the portraits of previous principals on the wall came over.
"Look who's here, the best of Slytherins," Headmaster Phineas yelled.
As a Slytherin-born headmistress, he gave John a friendly smile.
Although these portraits are not me, they have my own magic power, basically the same as my personality.
Phineas is proud of John's excellence.
Dumbledore looked up in front of the silverware, Fawkes was back here, he was on the perch, the Sorting Hat had no eyes, but it made John feel that it was looking at him.
"John." Dumbledore tapped on the silver instrument, and the smoke on it dissipated.
He walked over to the desk and stretched out his palm to invite, "Please sit down, you haven't been here for a while."
John watched Dumbledore sit down coldly. The last time he came here was to steal the Time-Turner.
But he failed that time.
Dumbledore could have fired John, but he didn't.
So much to overflowing compassion.
John sneered.
He came to the desk and sat down, his eyes shifted to something on the table, his expression was stunned.
"I think we should talk."
Dumbledore kept paying attention to John's expression, and said kindly, "Albus Dumbledore and John Wick."
"It's not the principal and the students, nor the elders, but an equal dialogue between friends."
He released full of goodwill and sincerity.
John finally looked up at Dumbledore, and that old face seemed to grow older.
Dumbledore wanted to make the atmosphere less dry, and jokingly said, "Valentine's Day is coming, the school didn't say it clearly, but it doesn't discourage students from falling in love."
As he spoke, he winked mischievously at John, "I think, the love letters to confess to you are almost filling your drawer."
"Thank you for your concern," John said calmly without changing his expression, "I think you must have received so many love letters before that you were too soft."
"Maybe so," Dumbledore said shamelessly.
It seems to be a wrong choice to cut into the matter of adolescent boys.
Dumbledore looked deeply at John, and asked kindly, "John, have you discovered some secrets about... Voldemort?"
"Huh?" John glanced at the silver instrument without a trace, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember what I told you?" said Dumbledore with memories in his eyes. "I said you were a Slytherin."
"However, I found that I seemed to be wrong." Dumbledore looked at John, shook his head and said, "You are not just a Slytherin, you also have the qualities of Gryffindor."
"Sometimes, even I make some mistakes, here," Dumbledore stood up and bowed his head to John, "I apologize to you."
"Because of the stupidity of a foolish old man, the students who should have been treated fairly have been wronged."
John's expression changed several times as Dumbledore lowered his head.
As if in shock, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake.
Dumbledore pushed the thing on the table forward, and the golden chain rubbed against the table making a harsh movement.
"Magic isn't everything, John."
time converter.
What he didn't get when he sneaked into the office was easily delivered by Dumbledore at this moment.
Dumbledore said earnestly, "You are different from Voldemort. You have everything he doesn't have. You have the most mysterious power in this world...love."
Staring at the golden hourglass, John revealed a self-deprecating or bitter smile.
He reached out and touched the Time Converter, feeling the real existence in the palm of his hand.
He took a deep breath, restraining his surging emotions.
"Dumbledore," John looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, "tell me, do you regret it?"
Without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, John said to himself, "Unfortunately, I won't regret it."
He grinned, a little grinningly.
"Because I'm a Slytherin, and I've got revenge."
His words fell.
A dozen or so owls flew into the principal's office carrying a flood of letters.
Dumbledore picked up one and opened it, looking up at John in disbelief.
"The Gringotts explosion."
...
Malfoy goes to provoke Harry every day.
Qunxing Club is still operating as usual.
Dumbledore's Army continues to train.
Everything seems to continue to be in order.
Umbridge made Hogwarts discipline so tense that even the staff chose not to speak in the staff lounge.
Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout were talking in front of the spell classroom, and the students in the castle had been suffering for Umbridge for a long time.
Unfortunately, Dumbledore still won't show up.
This is a good thing for John.
Ozzy Heard walked irritably down the corridor, pack of cigarettes in hand, looking for a place to satisfy his addiction.
Some students greeted her on the way, and she responded perfunctorily.
The next time I go to Hogsmeade is Valentine's Day, from which we can see the different values of love between the West and the East.
If you are at the age of the Celestial Dynasty, let alone Valentine's Day, whether you can keep your legs is a problem.
But Hogwarts encourages this kind of puppy love behavior, and no one stopped Lockhart to make a confession on Valentine's Day.
Neville met Luna on the road, and this weird girl made Neville a little at a loss.
"What are you holding?" Luna's dazed appearance made people feel that she didn't know where her attention went.
"It's a sword." Neville scratched his head, walked together with Luna, and asked curiously, "Where are you going?"
"Emmm..." Luna didn't say where.
She promised to keep it secret.
It's just that this is easy to misunderstand. Neville felt that he was meddling, and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it."
Speaking of which, Neville was the only one in the dormitory who didn't join Dumbledore's Army, and he didn't show up in the bar when it was first created.
Holding the sword of Marvolo, Neville came to the eighth floor.
He turned the other way, and Luna hopped to a door and entered.
Neville looked back, but Luna was gone.
He was curious, and after walking past a huge tapestry, he turned back and stopped.
He couldn't remember when there was a door here.
After staying for a while, he was going to go and have a look.
Putting his hand on the door, he looked down, and the red gemstone lit up.
"What is this place?" Neville was startled, wanting to go in.
That door started to disappear, and the door became a wall.
Neville was stunned for a moment, the red light dimmed.
"Just like St. Mungo's." Neville looked at the jewel on the sword, then at the disappearing door.
He felt that he was close to finding it.
Although John didn't tell him what to look for.
But there seems to be a guide in the dark.
He paused for a while and left.
...
John's research came to a standstill. He swept the parchment off the table and sat there rubbing his eyebrows.
"This curse is different from the Blood Curse. The Blood Curse is devouring, but it is destroying."
Picking up a piece of parchment, it was written and scribbled on, repeated many times.
Neither he nor Daphne told Astoria how serious the inspection was. John put the parchment in an envelope, called Basil and said, "Send it to Alex Dharma."
Basil ate a small dried fish, picked up the letter and flew away.
"I need to change my mood." John said to himself, and walked out of the dormitory.
He passed the common room, where Malfoy was playing gobstones with Goyle and Crabbe.
This thing sprays foul-smelling gas on the loser, and Goyle stinks, looking like he's lost a lot.
A rare break for the Slytherin Quidditch team, a group of people gathered to relax.
John walked out of the lounge and down the corridor.
He has no purpose other than to come out for some fresh air and inspiration.
Walking and walking, he came to the covered bridge.
Very few people come to this place.
He leaned against the covered bridge, his thoughts emptied.
There are still some perks to being at Hogwarts.
For example, he is not afraid of being attacked suddenly here.
Although there is an extra Umbridge who is not worried this year, the style of study is developing for the better.
At least there are not so many desertions in class.
Feeling the moist wind from the covered bridge, John looked down at the water below.
In the first year, he came to Hogwarts by boat from below.
"It feels like it's been a long time." A trace of tiredness flashed under his eyes.
Looking up, a barn owl flew by.
The owl stopped on the handrail of the corridor bridge and handed a letter to John.
After doing everything, the owl flew up and disappeared soon.
"No signature?"
John stared at the envelope.
The envelope was black, a color almost nobody would deliver a letter in.
After checking that there were no curses or other magic attached, John opened it.
Inside was a small card with only one sentence on it.
"Live to die."
John's pupils constricted as he stared at the card.
He took out his wand and aimed it at the card.
"Reveal."
Looking at the card, under the magic, the card has not changed in the slightest.
John took a deep breath, his fingers trembling holding the card.
"Who the hell?" He looked at the words on the card, and a thought came to his mind.
Who sent this unsigned letter?
He thought about what he was planning.
Excluding a few insiders, John wants to have a glass of water at this time to refresh himself.
Putting the card in his pocket solemnly, he stared into the distance.
"There are some things that you need to try even if you know you can't do it."
The black envelope floated to the surface, floated for a while and then sank.
There was a burst of fairy music in John's ears, and a phoenix came to him with an envelope.
"Dumbledore."
There was only one person who could command the phoenix. A look of fear flashed in John's eyes, and he opened the letter.
"I hope we can meet each other, the password is: Zizi Honey Candy."
Dumbledore issued an invitation, John glanced at Phoenix, and Phoenix was also looking at John.
Head cocked to one side, Fox awaited John's reply.
The letter was burning in his hand, John stretched out his hand and touched Fox's feather, and said with a light smile, "Why not?"
Fox received the reply, got up and flew away.
John watched Fox go away, he opened his palm, and there was a feather lying there.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets without changing his expression. Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, a day he had expected.
Dumbledore was really calm, he thought that before Christmas, Dumbledore would not be able to resist looking for him.
Go to the fifth floor, and the ugly stone beast squats there.
John leaned over and said, "Zizi honey candy."
The stone beast jumped aside, revealing a passage.
Walking in and going up the spiral staircase, he came to the principal's office.
He knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Pushing the door open and entering, all the portraits of previous principals on the wall came over.
"Look who's here, the best of Slytherins," Headmaster Phineas yelled.
As a Slytherin-born headmistress, he gave John a friendly smile.
Although these portraits are not me, they have my own magic power, basically the same as my personality.
Phineas is proud of John's excellence.
Dumbledore looked up in front of the silverware, Fawkes was back here, he was on the perch, the Sorting Hat had no eyes, but it made John feel that it was looking at him.
"John." Dumbledore tapped on the silver instrument, and the smoke on it dissipated.
He walked over to the desk and stretched out his palm to invite, "Please sit down, you haven't been here for a while."
John watched Dumbledore sit down coldly. The last time he came here was to steal the Time-Turner.
But he failed that time.
Dumbledore could have fired John, but he didn't.
So much to overflowing compassion.
John sneered.
He came to the desk and sat down, his eyes shifted to something on the table, his expression was stunned.
"I think we should talk."
Dumbledore kept paying attention to John's expression, and said kindly, "Albus Dumbledore and John Wick."
"It's not the principal and the students, nor the elders, but an equal dialogue between friends."
He released full of goodwill and sincerity.
John finally looked up at Dumbledore, and that old face seemed to grow older.
Dumbledore wanted to make the atmosphere less dry, and jokingly said, "Valentine's Day is coming, the school didn't say it clearly, but it doesn't discourage students from falling in love."
As he spoke, he winked mischievously at John, "I think, the love letters to confess to you are almost filling your drawer."
"Thank you for your concern," John said calmly without changing his expression, "I think you must have received so many love letters before that you were too soft."
"Maybe so," Dumbledore said shamelessly.
It seems to be a wrong choice to cut into the matter of adolescent boys.
Dumbledore looked deeply at John, and asked kindly, "John, have you discovered some secrets about... Voldemort?"
"Huh?" John glanced at the silver instrument without a trace, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you remember what I told you?" said Dumbledore with memories in his eyes. "I said you were a Slytherin."
"However, I found that I seemed to be wrong." Dumbledore looked at John, shook his head and said, "You are not just a Slytherin, you also have the qualities of Gryffindor."
"Sometimes, even I make some mistakes, here," Dumbledore stood up and bowed his head to John, "I apologize to you."
"Because of the stupidity of a foolish old man, the students who should have been treated fairly have been wronged."
John's expression changed several times as Dumbledore lowered his head.
As if in shock, Dumbledore simply admitted his mistake.
Dumbledore pushed the thing on the table forward, and the golden chain rubbed against the table making a harsh movement.
"Magic isn't everything, John."
time converter.
What he didn't get when he sneaked into the office was easily delivered by Dumbledore at this moment.
Dumbledore said earnestly, "You are different from Voldemort. You have everything he doesn't have. You have the most mysterious power in this world...love."
Staring at the golden hourglass, John revealed a self-deprecating or bitter smile.
He reached out and touched the Time Converter, feeling the real existence in the palm of his hand.
He took a deep breath, restraining his surging emotions.
"Dumbledore," John looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes, "tell me, do you regret it?"
Without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, John said to himself, "Unfortunately, I won't regret it."
He grinned, a little grinningly.
"Because I'm a Slytherin, and I've got revenge."
His words fell.
A dozen or so owls flew into the principal's office carrying a flood of letters.
Dumbledore picked up one and opened it, looking up at John in disbelief.
"The Gringotts explosion."
...
