Chapter 598 Harry’s Night Tour

The welcome dinner ended successfully. Under the watchful eyes of all the faculty and staff on the stage, the prefects of each college took action and began to take their students away in an orderly manner.

The Ravenclaws seemed very excited. They were still singing the school song in various strange tunes as they left the stage. From time to time, bursts of laughter broke out in the team.

Many Gryffindors had complicated expressions on their faces.

The new Ministry of Magic is Mike Townley, who has just left Ravenclaw, and the new principal is Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw College.

This is already an obvious sign.

The College Cup in the next few years will probably belong to Ravenclaw House.

Of course the students from the other two colleges also noticed this change, but they acted much calmer.

After all, Slytherin has been bullied as the unlucky one, but Hufflepuff doesn't care who gets the Academy Cup.

Probably only the competitive Gryffindor would feel a little unbalanced.

In this way, the teams from the four major colleges separated outside the auditorium and returned to their own lounges.

At this time, the Gryffindor lounge has been completely renovated. Not only have the oil lamps been replaced by the Ministry of Magic, but even the sofas, tables and chairs in the lounge that have been used for who knows how many years have been replaced with brand new leather ones. Sofa and large fabric chair.

This made the senior students immediately excited. Some even screamed and threw themselves on the soft sofa. They buried their heads in the sofa and took a deep breath. Finally, they raised their heads with surprise on their faces. Head, shouted loudly:

"Merlin's beard, this sofa has no smell at all! This is really great! You must know that no matter how many times you clean it and clean it, you can't get rid of the smell on that rotten sofa!"

Hermione looked helplessly at the group of boring boys. In her opinion, this behavior was extremely childish.

Then she turned around instinctively and saw that Ron was also looking ready to make a move.

"Hey!"

Hermione frowned and slapped Ron hard, who immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

After rolling her eyes at Ron, Hermione began to teach the new students about the rules of Hogwarts and how to be a good Gryffindor.

This is a job that every college needs to do every year, so Hermione is very familiar with it.

The students are also very afraid of Hermione, a prefect with a strict personality and a bad temper (he came to the conclusion after witnessing Hermione beating Ron), so they are very cooperative with Hermione's work.

This made Hermione's irritable and melancholy mood ease a little.

After finishing all the work, Hermione returned to her dormitory.

Her roommates were still exchanging stories about what they had seen during the holidays, and some even asked about Hermione.

But Hermione had no intention of chatting with them.

She was so tired.

Although she had slept on the train, it was still only a drop in the bucket for the fatigue caused by her long journey these past few days.

She even felt even more tired after waking up on the train.

Silently lying back on her long-lost bed, feeling the softness of the bed and the delicious smell of the sun, Hermione suddenly felt at peace in her heart.

The voices of the students around her gradually became lowered, and Hermione gradually fell asleep.

This situation is happening all over Hogwarts.

Although the students were excited about the changes at Hogwarts, they still felt extremely sleepy after sitting in the car all day.

In the end, I could only give in to sleep.

As the last magic light in the castle was extinguished, Hogwarts seemed to fall asleep.

At the same time, the door to the principal's office was suddenly opened.

This movement woke up the portrait of Principal Black who was sleeping inside. He instinctively turned his head to look, but was surprised to find that there was no one at the door.

The door seemed to have been blown open by the wind.

But how is that possible?

The windows in the office are all closed!

Principal Black, who was thinking hard to no avail, shook his head, gave up thinking, and decided to just pretend that nothing happened.

However, just when he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep again, he found that the door was suddenly closed.

He squinted his small eyes, and his eyes became dangerous.

Now he was sure.

Something must have slipped in that he couldn't see!

Principal Black's eyes were spinning, trying to rely on clues to observe the creature's movements.

But the next moment, the space in front of him suddenly rippled, and then a human head appeared out of thin air in front of him.

"ah……"

Principal Black was so frightened that he screamed, but just as he spoke, a wand was pressed against his mouth.

"Shut up!"

An extremely depressed and annoyed voice sounded from the head.

Principal Black hurriedly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

And through the hand holding the wand, Blake finally understood that the person standing in front of him was not a monster with only one head, but a wizard wearing an invisibility cloak.

Since he is a human being, there is no need to be afraid.

Principal Black coughed twice and said with a majestic look:

"Who are you? Do you know where this place is?"

The figure did not answer his question but went around him and came to Dumbledore's portrait.

At this time, Dumbledore had also been awakened by Principal Black's scream just now. He looked at the figure in the shadow with confusion. After a while, he finally showed a smile on his face and said:

"Harry!"

Hearing this, the figure was startled, but still nodded and said:

"Yes, it's me."

Principal Black on the side looked at Dumbledore, then at Harry, and said dissatisfiedly:

"I thought it was who it was! What a naughty kid!"

After saying that, he ignored the two people and closed his eyes again.

Harry completely ignored Principal Black's words. At this moment, he stood quietly, staring at Dumbledore in the portrait in front of him with complicated eyes.

Ever since the invisibility cloak spoke to him for the first time that day in Iceland, he found that his invisibility cloak seemed to be different.

This is bullshit.

The talking cloak is certainly different.

But while it could speak, its invisibility effect became extremely powerful, which was a bit puzzling to Harry.

But this is also a good thing. It was thanks to this invisibility cloak that Harry escaped Mike's many pursuits (searches) and bypassed the numerous restrictions in Hogwarts.

Therefore, Harry actually liked this invisibility cloak very much. He even gave it a name, the 'Death Cloak', which just catered to the fable of the three Peverell brothers and its identity as the Deathly Hallows. .

The reason why he appears here now is not only relying on the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, but also more of luck.

You should know that the principals of Hogwarts usually rest in the principal's office, which is both their office and their bedroom.

Just like Dumbledore, he slept in his office all year round.

But Professor Flitwick is different. Professor Flitwick suffers from bed dependence, so even though he has become the principal, he still returns to his small room to sleep every day.

It is said that this can give him a sufficient sense of security.

As for the password, it's even simpler.

For Harry, who often visits the principal's office, he is very clear about Dumbledore's rules for changing passwords. Flitwick has just taken office and has not had time to change passwords. He only needs to try them one by one.

Too many things happened to him recently, which also gave rise to too many doubts in his heart.

And he had put so much thought into coming here just because he wanted to ask Dumbledore clearly.

It was already his conditioned reflex to go to Dumbledore if he had any problems.

Thinking this, Harry sighed deeply, looked at Dumbledore opposite who was still waiting for him to speak, and said:

"Principal Dumbledore, what you told me before about the Deathly Hallows, are you sure it's true?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I heard some other theories from other places." Harry looked troubled, but still gritted his teeth and said, "It said...it said that after gathering the three holy artifacts of death, the dead can be resurrected. "

Dumbledore fell silent. He looked at Harry solemnly and said in a stern tone:

"You must never collect all three Deathly Hallows!"

"But……"

"There is no but!" Dumbledore continued, "I once had the opportunity to collect all three Deathly Hallows, but I did not do so! Isn't this enough proof?"

Harry lowered his head, not knowing how to refute Dumbledore.

However, at this moment, a sharp voice suddenly rang from Harry's ears.

'He's lying! Don't listen to him, Harry! Go collect the Deathly Hallows! Once the Deathly Hallows are collected, not only will the dead be resurrected, but all your wishes will also come true! ’

Hearing this, Harry's originally dilated pupils solidified into a small dot again.

This change in Harry did not escape Dumbledore's eyes. He frowned and looked back and forth at Harry's half-hidden body, and finally said:

"Your cloak is awakening, right?"

"How did you know?"

Harry said it instinctively, but then he reacted and quickly covered his mouth.

"The invisibility cloak you are wearing has been kept by me before. Of course, I have also seen the guy hiding in the cloak. Let me guess, it should be what it told you about the Deathly Hallows' ability to resurrect the dead. Bar?"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the sound of the cloak began to ring in Harry's ears, trying to prevent Harry from telling what happened about it.

The harsh sound made Harry frown and cover his ears instinctively.

But out of trust in Dumbledore, he finally nodded.

Seeing this, a look of understanding appeared on Dumbledore's face. He sighed and said:

"It must be telling you that as long as you collect the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, not to mention resurrecting the dead, all your other wishes will come true, right?"

"How did you know?"

"Hey, it told me the same thing once. And after doing some research, I found that it's true."

"Really?! Then why did you..."

"Because you simply can't afford the price of doing that!" Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore's roar before he could finish his words. "The Three Hallows of Death are not wishing machines, nor are they resurrecting the dead. Tools, they are a communicator calling upon the ancient gods!

Those ancient gods are far more powerful than us! They are ancient and omnipotent, and have always existed in a place we cannot understand!

And do you know what will happen if you call the name of an ancient god without authorization? "

Harry paused and was about to shake his head when Dumbledore continued:

"It's like you suddenly see an ant calling your name, asking you for a piece of sugar... (Many people have heard this story, but I'm confused. If you haven't heard of it, use Qiandu to search for 'why' Humans cannot be summoned by ants.) Do you understand now? We must not disturb those existences without authorization. That will cause many unexpected and terrible consequences, and most of these consequences are caused by you and our entire world. Unbearable!”

It seems that because of being too excited, Dumbledore's face in the portrait is red and he is breathing heavily.

Harry, who was opposite him, clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth:

"In other words, although there is little hope, those things called ancient gods can indeed help people realize their wishes, right?"

The expression on Dumbledore's face suddenly became ferocious. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the frame, and roared heartbreakingly:

"No! You still don't understand! Harry, you can't do that! It will only bring endless disasters and..."

"Professor Snape is dead!!"

Harry's roar made Dumbledore stop abruptly. He looked at Harry blankly, and after a long time he said in disbelief:

"Severus...he's dead?"

"That's right!" Harry said with a pair of red eyes. Cold water kept slipping from his eyes like broken pearls. "He died to protect me! He died in front of me! And he was dying." Before he died, he told me everything! Including everything you did to me! And that damn prophecy!"

Dumbledore seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years. He kept opening and closing his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just choked and said:

"I'm very sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry? All this time, you have been kidnapping me with responsibility and forcing me to pay for others! Why is this! Huh? Why is it me?"

Harry roared while retreating. After finally retreating to the corner, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and he took out a flashlight from his pocket and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"This is... a mysterious object!" Dumbledore's eyes widened, "Have you come into contact with the knowledge of mysterious objects? My Merlin! Harry, stop it, those who use mysterious objects without authorization will do you... …”

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry pressed the switch, and then a faint blue light shone in the office.