"Erm … Master Newt, cough, I believe in your judgment," Adams nodded in agreement, "Maybe we can go to the Battle of the Spirits' filming location to confirm … They're filming in Godric Valley now …"
"Oh!
Great, we can indeed go there to confirm, "Newt took out the flyer for 'Housekeeping Company of House Elves' and looked at his grandson Roff," But if that's the case, I won't be able to watch over my cute grandson at home … "
"You don't have to watch over me all the time!
I'm not Sniff who runs around everywhere! "Roff yelled, trying to prove that he was just a naughty kid and not the cute Sniff.
To be honest, naughty kids were much scarier than Sniff.
"Indeed, I don't have to watch over you all the time. Roff, take a look at this flyer," Newt put the flyer on the table so that Roff could see it clearly, "I've decided to hire a tutor for you. I'll let the beauty on the flyer help you with the knowledge of Hogwarts!"
"Queen Sniff!
You're killing a child's nature!
I don't … "Roff looked at the flyer, he saw the voluptuous body and beautiful face," I won't reject. Cough, by the way, when can we have our own house elves? "
Nobody reminded the naive Roff that some unscrupulous advertisements might be shameless. "Not in the near future," Tina cleverly covered the inconspicuous' subject to the real thing 'at the bottom of the flyer and looked at Roff with a smile, "Then we'll book it first, Roff, this is your own choice. You must listen to the tutor since you've made your choice."
Roff nodded. Although he was just learning, he was looking forward to it.
…
In Godric Valley, Anna was eating the delicious Bashida's special crucible egg tarts. She was a little anxious. She stuffed the egg tarts into her mouth one after another and frowned, 'Harry might not be sacrificed that easily. He's the Son of Fate!
There are seven books that describe his experience … But … what if? '
Although she possessed great magic power and learned a lot of magic knowledge, she still could not save the people around her in such a situation. This time it was Harry who was protected by luck, what about next time?
Anna recalled the past.
In the beginning, it was at Diagon Alley No.92 that triggered the black bear trap and almost caused Fred to be seriously injured by the bear's paw … If I didn't exist, then Fred would be able to go back with George to carry out the troll plan and have a beautiful day …
Then there was the incident where the flying Ford disrupted the Muggle wedding. The sky-high fines almost caused the children of the Weasley family to not have a beautiful childhood. They could only leave their parents and temporarily live in the Muggle world.
And Hermione... if he hadn't suggested going to the movies that day, Hermione would have stayed in a safe place and wouldn't have chosen to go to the restroom because she was in a hurry, and she wouldn't have almost fallen into the hands of the bad guys...
Her existence had really changed a lot of things. Anna stared at the bubbles in the hot chocolate in a daze.
According to the original story, Harry should still be in the closet of the Dursleys. Although life is hard, at least he should be safe … Is it really a good idea to change the story?
Or did it put them in greater danger...
In the Gringotts incident, if an accident happened and they were caught by the crazy man, how would things end?
Back in Azkaban, I decided to release Sirius on the spur of the moment, but I didn't consider the possibility that Rita Skeeter would come for an interview … Furthermore, I went to the hot spring hotel to rescue them … I shouldn't have brought so many children with me. I wanted to confuse the public, but I didn't consider their safety at all …
"You should reduce your contact with the world, because you don't know if you will bring good news or bad news."
Such a sentence suddenly popped up in her mind. Anna shook her head, feeling a little confused. She... was she the type of person who would think so much after something happened?
She didn't feel like herself anymore...
"Sigh..." Anna sighed.
"Frowning is not a good expression for dessert." Principal Dumbledore tried to comfort Anna. "Don't worry, Anna." He was silent for a moment. "We will find a way."
Ms. Bashida didn't want to see the worried expression on the child's face. She did have a better solution in her heart, but she didn't know if she should say it. "A life is at stake …" she muttered softly, as if trying to convince herself.
"Actually, there is another way." Bashida looked at Dumbledore and finally decided to say it. "I have a... nephew. He is very knowledgeable about these things. He is very talented and knows a lot. It's just that... well... his thinking is not very good..."
"He stayed with me for a while. I think he should have studied this book." Bashida handed the "Tales of Beedle the Poet" to Dumbledore. "To solve this thing, we need someone who knows a lot about black magic... I'm sorry, he is the only one I can think of..."
"Principal Dumbledore!"
Hearing that there was still hope, Anna stood up excitedly. "Let's go find Miss Bashida's nephew!"
Miss Bashida's nephew?
Anna paused for a second after the words came out of her mouth. 'Who is that?
He seems to be a very powerful person... 'When she saw Principal Dumbledore's embarrassed expression, Anna suddenly realized something.
Gellert Grindelwald, Miss Bashida's nephew, was a very famous person.
He was the Dark Lord of the generation, the great prophet, eloquent, and also a master of brainwashing. From telegraphers to magical animals, everyone was captivated by his charm.
It was no wonder that Principal Dumbledore's expression was not very good. If they went to Grindelwald to solve the problem of Harry being trapped, it would be like going to the prison to visit a dangerous ex-boyfriend that they had personally sent to prison!
Yes, that's right. According to Rita Skeeter, the young Dumbledore and the young Grindelwald had a story that had to be told...
Cough!
In short!
Asking for help from her ex-boyfriend was a suffocating operation. Anyway, Anna would not do it. If Dumbledore refused, Anna would completely understand.
Dumbledore held the hot chocolate in the air for a minute. "That's a good suggestion..." He tried to say this sentence calmly.
Looking for Grindelwald was indeed the easiest way to solve this problem. Otherwise, where else could he find another Dark Magus who had a thorough understanding of Dark Magic and who had a say in it?
"Maybe it's really time to meet an old friend that I haven't seen for decades..." Principal Dumbledore did not put the hot chocolate into his mouth in the end. He put the cup on the table and whistled. "Fawkes," he called the Phoenix's name.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose. Bashida's cake cream melted, but the high temperature was only temporary. Soon, the temperature returned to normal. The Phoenix Fawkes hid the flames and appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder. She lowered her head and pecked at her feathers.
"Let's go, Anna." In case I changed my mind, Dumbledore stood up and nodded at Bashida. "Thank you for your hospitality. The cake was delicious."
"You're welcome, Abusi. Wait a moment. I have something for you..." Bashida left the table and came back quickly. She took out a letter and handed it to Anna who was standing beside Dumbledore. "If you really want to see my nephew, perhaps this letter can help."
"He lived with me for a while... At that time, he even helped to wash the dishes. After so many years, things have changed so much... I hope he is still willing to listen to my grandaunt's request..."
Anna accepted the letter. "Thank you very much, Miss Bashida!"
"And this," Bashida handed Anna a red candy. "Child, I saw that you ate too many Crucible Egg Tarts. I put a small amount of Pessimism Potion in it to control children's behavior of not being able to stop eating sweets. Eating one or two will not be a problem. If you eat too many, you will think too much and your thoughts will become more and more pessimistic. This candy has the Pessimism Potion in it. Eat it and you will return to normal."
Anna finally understood why she was inexplicably sad just now. It turned out that she had eaten too much. "Thank you," Anna took the candy and swallowed it.
'You should reduce your contact with the world because you don't know whether you will bring good news or bad news! '
The sharp voice was still struggling.
Another stronger voice sounded in Anna's head.'But in fact, reducing contact with the world will not turn bad news into good news. It is merely a choice to escape... '
'Act, Anna. Even in times of crisis, you must keep your eyes open and be ready to launch a counterattack. You are a proud Slytherin. You will choose to temporarily avoid, but you will never run away because your pride will not allow you to. Don't tell me that you will choose to live in seclusion because of a ridiculous voice in your head! '
'You still have dreams and friends to save!
Stand up!
Anna!
Move forward into the unknown. The road ahead is full of obstacles, but everyone crosses the river by feeling the stones. You are not alone on the road ahead... '
The strong voice in her head became nagging. Anna shook her head. The effect of the Pessimism Potion was a little too strong...
"Let's go!
Headmaster Dumbledore! "Anna pulled on Dumbledore's robe. She was full of energy now.
Dumbledore nodded and stroked Phoenix Fox's feathers. "Go to Newmungaard … a little … away from the tower," he explained. "That's because Newmungaard's tower has an automatic defense mechanism …"
Anna nodded to show that she understood.
"Chirp." The two disappeared.