Chapter 427 Failed?Where is Ariana?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Hiss...it hurts..." Suer felt that his eyelids were particularly heavy, and enduring the protests from all over his body to his brain, Suer struggled to get up from the bed.
"This is where?"
With the dim light from the half-burned candle on the bedside, Suer found himself lying in a rather childlike room. The room was very small, with only a wooden bed, and several figures on the walls and corners. A doll that looks very broken.
The sky outside has turned pitch black.
"Creak..." The old wooden door was opened from the inside out. Through the dim candlelight, Suer saw an old man with white hair and white beard walking in carrying a tray. There was also a tray on the tray. A bottle with indigo liquid sloshing slightly inside.
"Are you awake?" As he spoke, he placed the tray on the wooden cabinet, grabbed the bottle containing the indigo liquid and handed it to Suer, "Here, drink it."
Soul took the bottle without knowing why, "Mr. Dumbledore, what's wrong with me?"
"It's not a big problem, it's just that the magic power is completely exhausted." The old man was Aberforth. "This bottle of potion was brought here by that guy Albus."
"Headmaster Dumbledore? He's here?"
"Hmph..." Aberforth's face suddenly turned foul, as if mentioning Albus was an unpleasant thing, "Yes, come on, drink the medicine quickly, and then go to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll take you back to the castle.”
After saying that, Aberforth immediately wanted to turn around and leave.
"Wait, Mr. Dumbledore." Sule grabbed the potion bottle and said quickly, "Did I...succeed? Ariana?"
Aberforth's expression suddenly softened, he turned around, his eyes became very gentle, he nodded, and then shook his head.
What's the meaning?Suer remembered that before he passed out, he clearly saw the door open. Could it be that Ariana was stuck at the door?
Seeing the confusion on Sur's face, Aberforth took the initiative and spoke up.
"I want to thank you, Soul, for giving me hope."
What does this sentence mean, is it a failure?
"I failed?"
"No, you succeeded." Aberforth said softly, "The method was right."
"Just a little bit..."
"Okay, it's getting late. You have to go back to the castle tomorrow to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right? I tell you, you shouldn't participate in this competition... But that guy Albus..."
Aberforth's tone became indignant again, and he muttered and turned and left the room.
Sur was left leaning on the bed alone, confused...
almost?
Also, is the Triwizard Tournament tomorrow?If I remember correctly, the first project was launched on Tuesday. Wasn't it Sunday when I came here?What about Monday?Being eaten?
and also...
What about the Arianas?Sur tried to sink his mind into his mind, but could not find any trace of Ariana.
What happened after you ran out of magic power?
After thinking for a long time, Suer still couldn't think of anything useful. He wanted to put a guardian angel to see, but his intuition warned him that it was better for him to take a good rest now and not try to use magic power.
Since you can't think clearly, let's wait until the state recovers and go to the castle to ask the old bee. He may know something...
sleep.
Sur raised his head and drank the potion in his mouth, his face suddenly wrinkled, this familiar bitter feeling...
It was definitely Professor Snape's handiwork.
……
The night was uneventful. Although Professor Snape's potion was bitter, it was very effective.
Tuesday morning, beside the dead trees on the slopes of Godric's Hollow.
Soul first glanced at the large scorched black ground on the hillside in surprise, and then tentatively asked Aberforth,
"Let's just say, is there another way to get back to Hogwarts? For example, a floo powder or a portkey?"
"There is no fireplace connected to Dumbledore's old house." Aberforth took some time to straighten the wizard's robe, although it was still messy whether he straightened it or not.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid. If you want to feel better when you apparate, just learn it. If you do it by yourself, you won't be afraid of fainting."
As he spoke, Aberforth reached out and grabbed Soul's shoulders.
"Bang!" There was an explosion in the air, and the old man and the young man disappeared.
Learning to apparate must be given the highest priority!Sur rubbed his dizzy head and stepped onto the ancient bridge leading to the castle.
Aberforth showed no concern for the feelings of the person being carried when he manifested his entourage. He did it as quickly as he could, just like a person who had never participated in a racing competition was suddenly stuffed into a racing driver's car and tied up. Seat belt, that feeling...
According to the curriculum, there was only one lesson on History of Magic on Tuesday morning, which Gryffindor and Hufflepuff taught together. When Soul arrived at the door of the classroom, the class had already started. Fortunately, Professor Binns didn't bother him about being late at all. This also saves Sulfey the trouble of explaining things verbally.
"You've been missing for two more days." Hermione looked at Soul who was sitting next to her. "You said in the note that someone needed your help?"
"Yeah, I'm done, that thing was really difficult to handle." Suer replied in a low voice, "I almost delayed the first project."
Hermione nodded as if she understood, but did not ask what the matter was and changed the topic.
"I already know what you are going to face in your first project. How are you going to deal with it? I mean--" Hermione looked around and saw that everyone was already starting to feel sleepy. She felt relieved. Earth whispered, "Fire dragon."
"Harry has been practicing summoning spells hard these past two days. He is going to summon the broom and then fly over the fire dragon on the broom. What about you, what are you going to do?"
Soul was a little surprised. Harry didn't tell Hermione about using transfiguration to subdue the fire dragon?
"I've already thought about it." Suer nodded and said confidently, "You can just cheer for me in the audience."
"Shit." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then said worriedly, "Are you really confident?"
"That was an adult fire dragon, not the young fire dragon that Hagrid had raised."
"Don't worry." Soul reached out and grabbed Hermione's little hand and patted it gently, "Professors won't watch a fire dragon eat me. I don't want you to lose your husband at a young age."
"Bah, bah, bah," Hermione said softly, "Don't be so clumsy!"
Then, she tried to withdraw her hand in embarrassment.
"Also, I didn't agree to be your wife."
Soul held the tender white hand tightly to prevent it from escaping easily, and looked at Hermione with a smile, who would be shy no matter how many times the topic was mentioned.
"Oh~Have you forgotten our happy time? My Juliet~~"
"That's just a drama performed at the primary school graduation ceremony!" Hermione blushed, but did not say any more words to refute.
"This is where?"
With the dim light from the half-burned candle on the bedside, Suer found himself lying in a rather childlike room. The room was very small, with only a wooden bed, and several figures on the walls and corners. A doll that looks very broken.
The sky outside has turned pitch black.
"Creak..." The old wooden door was opened from the inside out. Through the dim candlelight, Suer saw an old man with white hair and white beard walking in carrying a tray. There was also a tray on the tray. A bottle with indigo liquid sloshing slightly inside.
"Are you awake?" As he spoke, he placed the tray on the wooden cabinet, grabbed the bottle containing the indigo liquid and handed it to Suer, "Here, drink it."
Soul took the bottle without knowing why, "Mr. Dumbledore, what's wrong with me?"
"It's not a big problem, it's just that the magic power is completely exhausted." The old man was Aberforth. "This bottle of potion was brought here by that guy Albus."
"Headmaster Dumbledore? He's here?"
"Hmph..." Aberforth's face suddenly turned foul, as if mentioning Albus was an unpleasant thing, "Yes, come on, drink the medicine quickly, and then go to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll take you back to the castle.”
After saying that, Aberforth immediately wanted to turn around and leave.
"Wait, Mr. Dumbledore." Sule grabbed the potion bottle and said quickly, "Did I...succeed? Ariana?"
Aberforth's expression suddenly softened, he turned around, his eyes became very gentle, he nodded, and then shook his head.
What's the meaning?Suer remembered that before he passed out, he clearly saw the door open. Could it be that Ariana was stuck at the door?
Seeing the confusion on Sur's face, Aberforth took the initiative and spoke up.
"I want to thank you, Soul, for giving me hope."
What does this sentence mean, is it a failure?
"I failed?"
"No, you succeeded." Aberforth said softly, "The method was right."
"Just a little bit..."
"Okay, it's getting late. You have to go back to the castle tomorrow to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, right? I tell you, you shouldn't participate in this competition... But that guy Albus..."
Aberforth's tone became indignant again, and he muttered and turned and left the room.
Sur was left leaning on the bed alone, confused...
almost?
Also, is the Triwizard Tournament tomorrow?If I remember correctly, the first project was launched on Tuesday. Wasn't it Sunday when I came here?What about Monday?Being eaten?
and also...
What about the Arianas?Sur tried to sink his mind into his mind, but could not find any trace of Ariana.
What happened after you ran out of magic power?
After thinking for a long time, Suer still couldn't think of anything useful. He wanted to put a guardian angel to see, but his intuition warned him that it was better for him to take a good rest now and not try to use magic power.
Since you can't think clearly, let's wait until the state recovers and go to the castle to ask the old bee. He may know something...
sleep.
Sur raised his head and drank the potion in his mouth, his face suddenly wrinkled, this familiar bitter feeling...
It was definitely Professor Snape's handiwork.
……
The night was uneventful. Although Professor Snape's potion was bitter, it was very effective.
Tuesday morning, beside the dead trees on the slopes of Godric's Hollow.
Soul first glanced at the large scorched black ground on the hillside in surprise, and then tentatively asked Aberforth,
"Let's just say, is there another way to get back to Hogwarts? For example, a floo powder or a portkey?"
"There is no fireplace connected to Dumbledore's old house." Aberforth took some time to straighten the wizard's robe, although it was still messy whether he straightened it or not.
"Stop talking nonsense, kid. If you want to feel better when you apparate, just learn it. If you do it by yourself, you won't be afraid of fainting."
As he spoke, Aberforth reached out and grabbed Soul's shoulders.
"Bang!" There was an explosion in the air, and the old man and the young man disappeared.
Learning to apparate must be given the highest priority!Sur rubbed his dizzy head and stepped onto the ancient bridge leading to the castle.
Aberforth showed no concern for the feelings of the person being carried when he manifested his entourage. He did it as quickly as he could, just like a person who had never participated in a racing competition was suddenly stuffed into a racing driver's car and tied up. Seat belt, that feeling...
According to the curriculum, there was only one lesson on History of Magic on Tuesday morning, which Gryffindor and Hufflepuff taught together. When Soul arrived at the door of the classroom, the class had already started. Fortunately, Professor Binns didn't bother him about being late at all. This also saves Sulfey the trouble of explaining things verbally.
"You've been missing for two more days." Hermione looked at Soul who was sitting next to her. "You said in the note that someone needed your help?"
"Yeah, I'm done, that thing was really difficult to handle." Suer replied in a low voice, "I almost delayed the first project."
Hermione nodded as if she understood, but did not ask what the matter was and changed the topic.
"I already know what you are going to face in your first project. How are you going to deal with it? I mean--" Hermione looked around and saw that everyone was already starting to feel sleepy. She felt relieved. Earth whispered, "Fire dragon."
"Harry has been practicing summoning spells hard these past two days. He is going to summon the broom and then fly over the fire dragon on the broom. What about you, what are you going to do?"
Soul was a little surprised. Harry didn't tell Hermione about using transfiguration to subdue the fire dragon?
"I've already thought about it." Suer nodded and said confidently, "You can just cheer for me in the audience."
"Shit." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then said worriedly, "Are you really confident?"
"That was an adult fire dragon, not the young fire dragon that Hagrid had raised."
"Don't worry." Soul reached out and grabbed Hermione's little hand and patted it gently, "Professors won't watch a fire dragon eat me. I don't want you to lose your husband at a young age."
"Bah, bah, bah," Hermione said softly, "Don't be so clumsy!"
Then, she tried to withdraw her hand in embarrassment.
"Also, I didn't agree to be your wife."
Soul held the tender white hand tightly to prevent it from escaping easily, and looked at Hermione with a smile, who would be shy no matter how many times the topic was mentioned.
"Oh~Have you forgotten our happy time? My Juliet~~"
"That's just a drama performed at the primary school graduation ceremony!" Hermione blushed, but did not say any more words to refute.
