Time passed in a blink of an eye, the weather was getting colder, Hogwarts had the first snow of the year, and the whole school was covered in white.
This also means that Christmas is coming, and the whole Hogwarts is filled with a joyful atmosphere.
After all, most of them are students, and the holiday is approaching, so it is something to be happy about.
At this time, Hogwarts castle will be filled with many magnificent decorations.
The auditorium looked grand and stately, with mistletoe and holly hanging on the walls, twelve Christmas trees in the corners of the room, and a few candles flickering and flickering on the trees. You can tell it's been enchanted by looking at it.
It is not only here that has been enchanted, but also the ceiling of the auditorium. The transparent effect is as if snowflakes from outside float in, and then disappear suddenly when they are about to touch the students.
"Harry, can you lend me your Invisibility Cloak?" During lunch, Ron poked Harry on the shoulder.
"Huh?" Harry whispered, taken aback.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Didn't the old bat confiscate my golden snitch last week?"
Ron once lost his mind in Potions class, playing with the indoor Quidditch Snitch, and was then confiscated by Snape and given a lesson.
"I'm afraid not, the Invisibility Cloak is not with me now." Harry shook his head.
Dumbledore had approached him more than once not long after the Goblet of Fire had ended last year.
"Harry, I may have to ask you something." During the conversation in the principal's office, the old man suddenly made this request.
Harry didn't know what Dumbledore could ask of himself. He was already the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world. What could he ask of himself
Dumbledore wants to borrow his Invisibility Cloak.
Of course Harry agreed.
Not even the slightest hesitation.
It never occurred to him that Dumbledore would covet his Invisibility Cloak.
After all, it was given to the old man as his father's inheritance, and then Dumbledore returned it to him as a Christmas gift when he was in his first grade.
If you really have selfishness, you don't have to pay it back at that time.
No one knows anyway.
Who would doubt Dumbledore's character
"Okay." Ron's eyelids drooped, looking a little disappointed.
"I'm going to do coolies for them again." Ron muttered.
The Weasley Brothers' toy business seems to be quite prosperous now, especially with a certain theoretical support, the quality and characteristics have become more distinct, and the supply of products has begun to exceed demand.
Of course, their little brother also went to help a lot.
Not only that, Ron, as a prefect, is also responsible for patrolling and dressing up Hogwarts.
And maintain.
"Peeves, don't touch that ribbon, it's finally hanging on!"
Like now. He could only put down the unfinished food on the plate, stood up hastily, and dealt with the troublesome Peeves.
The current him can somewhat understand Filch's mood.
As for Hermione, knitting has improved so rapidly that it is now possible to tell whether she is knitting hats or socks.
It can be said that it is a race against time. After lunch, I also use these free time.
If it was before, she might have asked about Harry's Occlumency progress.
What she didn't expect was that after mastering this technique, Harry didn't completely resist Voldemort's invasion, and even let it go occasionally.
He didn't want to rely on the love of Qiu Zhang and Cedric to make himself jealous, as if the person full of jealousy was not himself.
He also wanted more information.
He started now, unwilling to continue passive defense.
Why did Voldemort want him to see these things
So one night, he got his wish.
He fell asleep.
Harry saw a man in black robe standing respectfully in front of him, reporting something.
"Grindelwald? Duel? Interesting." The man said softly.
Harry's vision narrowed for a moment, he must have squinted.
What Harry couldn't see was that where Voldemort's nose should have been, there were only two tiny slits left, wrinkled, and then turned into two oozing thin lines.
A wonderful idea emerged from the heart of the Dark Lord.
Harry felt a fulfilling sense of satisfaction.
"After Christmas? That's really exciting. I want to give him a big gift." Voldemort's cold voice made people shudder, and he showed a hideous smile.
The movements of the man in black robe became more humble, as if he was about to kneel under the man. Harry tried desperately to see the man clearly, but to no avail.
"What about the location?" Voldemort closed his eyes and pondered for a while, rubbing the armrest of the seat with his long, pale palm, and then asked.
"No decision yet."
The caress against the armrest turned into a slow tap, a soft thump on Harry's own chest.
The scene fell into a sense of grotesque distortion, like a stone floating on the water surface, causing ripples, and a dizzy feeling of spinning around.
Harry woke up from his sleep. He fumbled to find his glasses on the bedside table, put them on, and took a few deep breaths.
"Grindelwald?" He chewed the name, remembering it.
Ron seemed to have heard the movement, turned over abruptly from the bed, and fell back into a deep sleep.
Harry calmed down and decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the dream tomorrow.
On weekends, the Gryffindor common room looked as cheerful as ever, a circular room filled with frayed, floppy armchairs and rickety old tables. There was a crackling fire in the fireplace, and many students put their hands in front of the fire and rubbed their hands to keep warm.
At this time, an open space was opened up where the bookshelves were originally placed for their indoor Quidditch competition. According to George and Fred, they were interested in holding a formal competition.
A group of Gryffindor students are forming a circle, engaging in a fierce competition.
"It's publicity!" George said.
"Don't you guys think that's cool?" Fred said.
They imagine the future.
If he was in the mood, Harry would definitely join in, but right now his mind wasn't on it.
He found Ron, who was working on a History of Magic essay, and Hermione, who was knitting an elf hat, and gathered them around an old table.
"Do you know Grindelwald, Hermione?" he asked directly.
"Grindelwald? Why did you suddenly ask him?" Hermione's tone was extremely surprised, and her brows were raised.
Crookshanks sensed his master's surprise, his fat body deftly flipped onto the table, looked at his master with almond-yellow eyes, his big pie face seemed to be angry.
"Grindelwald? Who is he?" Ron asked blankly.
Harry had pretty much the same expression, staring at Hermione with his emerald green eyes wide open.
Judging by Hermione's reaction, this should be a very famous person.
Hermione covered her forehead in pain, her expression was as if Professor McGonagall had seen him use the Vanishing Curse on the mouse, but made several copies of the same expression on the mouse.
"Don't worry, let me think about it." Ron waved his hands quickly, searching.
"Voldemort's men?" he asked tentatively.
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"Dumbledore's chocolate frog collection card has his deeds on the back." Hermione said lightly.
"It's him?" Ron took his seat at this time, then stumbled all the way up the stairs, and then quickly came down with a dirty iron box in his arms.
"Found it!" Ron said excitedly.
He returned to his seat, waving the card in his hand.
Dumbledore was twirling his long silver beard and smiling at them in the card.
"This is a dark wizard, I don't remember much, it's normal, and there is only one or two lines about his deeds, okay?" Ron argued hard, wanting to prove that his memory is not bad.
"I have it too." Harry touched his trouser pocket and remembered the chocolate frog he bought on the train before. There was a card about Dumbledore in it, so he took it out and looked at it.
"Why is there no detailed introduction about him?" Ron asked.
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