Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 598 Harry's Night Tour

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

The Ravenclaws seemed very excited, singing the school song in all kinds of strange tunes as they left the stage, with bursts of laughter breaking out from time to time in the team.

Many Gryffindors had complicated expressions on their faces when they saw this.

The new Minister of Magic is Mike Tonley, who just left Ravenclaw, and the new headmaster is Professor Flitwick, who is also the head of Ravenclaw House.

This is already a very obvious signal.

I'm afraid that in the next few years, the house cup will belong to Ravenclaw.

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

After all, Slytherin, as the unlucky ones, has been bullied strangely, while Hufflepuff, they don’t care who gets the house cup.

Perhaps only the competitive Gryffindors would feel unbalanced.

Just like that, the teams from the four major colleges separated outside the auditorium and returned to their own lounges.

At this time, the Gryffindor common room had been completely renovated. Not only had the oil lamps been replaced with those of the Ministry of Magic, but even the sofas, tables and chairs in the common room, which had been used for who knows how many years, had been replaced with brand new leather sofas and large cloth chairs.

This immediately excited the senior students. Some of them 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 and shouted loudly:
"Merlin's beard, this sofa doesn't smell at all! This is great! You know, no matter how many times you cleaned the rotten sofa before, you couldn't get rid of the smell!"

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

Then she instinctively turned her head and saw that Ron also looked eager to make a move.

"Hey!"

Hermione frowned and slapped Ron hard, and the latter immediately raised his hands in surrender.

After rolling her eyes at Ron, Hermione began to explain to the freshmen 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 were also very afraid of Hermione, the strict and bad-tempered prefect (this was the conclusion drawn after witnessing Hermione beating Ron), so they cooperated very well with Hermione's work.

This eased Hermione's irritable and depressed mood a little.

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

Her roommates were still sharing their experiences 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 taken a nap on the train, it was still just a drop in the bucket compared to the fatigue caused by the long-distance travel in the past few days.

Even after waking up on the train she felt even more tired.

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

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

This scene was happening everywhere in 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 compromise with sleepiness.

As the last magical lamp in the castle was extinguished, Hogwarts seemed to fall asleep.

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

The noise awakened the portrait of Principal Black who was sleeping inside. He instinctively turned his head to look, but was surprised to find that there was nothing at the door.

The door seemed to be blown open by the wind.

But how is that possible?

All the windows in the office are closed!
Principal Black, who had been thinking fruitlessly, shook his head, gave up thinking, and decided to just pretend that nothing had happened.

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

He narrowed his already small eyes, and his look became dangerous.

Now he was sure.

There must be something that slipped in that he couldn't see!

Principal Black's eyes rolled around, trying to rely on clues to observe the movements of the creature.

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

"what……"

Headmaster Black screamed in fear, but before he could make a sound, a wand was pressed against his mouth.

"Shut up!"

An extremely suppressed and annoyed voice sounded from the head.

Principal Black quickly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

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

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

Principal Black coughed twice and said in a dignified manner:

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

The figure did not answer his question but walked around him and came to the portrait of Dumbledore.

At this time, Dumbledore had been awakened by Principal Black's scream. He looked at the figure in the shadow in confusion. After a while, he finally smiled and said:
"Harry!"

The figure was stunned when he heard this, but still nodded and said:
"Yes, it's me."

Headmaster Black looked at Dumbledore, then at Harry, and said unhappily:
"I wondered who it was! What a naughty kid!"

After that, he ignored the two and closed his eyes again. Harry completely ignored what Principal Black said. At this moment, he just stood there quietly, staring at Dumbledore in the portrait in front of him with complicated eyes.

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

This is bullshit.

The talking cape is naturally unique.

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

But this is also a good thing, because it was thanks to this invisibility cloak that Harry escaped Michael'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, called "Death Cloak", which just fits the fable of the three Peverell brothers and its identity as the Deathly Hallows.

The reason why he appeared here now was not only due to the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, but more because of luck.

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

Like Dumbledore, he slept in his office all year round.

But Professor Flitwick is different. He suffers from bed addiction, so even though he has become the headmaster, he still goes back to his small room to sleep every day.

It is said that this will give him enough sense of security.

As for the password, it is even simpler.

For Harry, who often went in and out of the headmaster's office, he was very clear about the pattern of Dumbledore changing the password. Flitwick had just taken office and had not had time to change the password, so he just had to try them one by one.

Too many things have happened to him recently, which has given rise to too many doubts in his heart.

And he took so much trouble to come here just to find Dumbledore and ask him clearly.

It has become his conditioned reflex to go to Dumbledore when he has a problem.

Thinking of this, Harry sighed deeply, looked at Dumbledore 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 sayings from somewhere else." Harry looked conflicted, but still gritted his teeth and said, "It said...it said that after the three Deathly Hallows are gathered, the dead can be resurrected."

Dumbledore was silent. He looked at Harry solemnly and said in a stern tone:
"The three Deathly Hallows must never be collected!"

"But……"

"No buts!" Dumbledore continued, "I myself once had the opportunity to collect all three Deathly Hallows, but I didn't do it! Isn't that enough proof?"

Harry lowered his head, he didn't know how to refute Dumbledore.

However, at this moment a sharp voice suddenly sounded in Harry's ears.

'He's lying! Don't listen to him, Harry! Go collect the Deathly Hallows! Once the Deathly Hallows are complete, not only can they resurrect the dead, but all your wishes can be fulfilled!'

Hearing this, Harry's pupils, which had originally dilated, condensed 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. Finally, he said:
"Your cloak has awakened, right?"

"How did you know?"

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

"I have kept the invisibility cloak you are wearing. I have also seen the guy hiding in the cloak. Let me guess. It must have been the one that told you that the Deathly Hallows can resurrect the dead, right?"

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

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

But out of trust in Dumbledore, he finally nodded.

Seeing this, Dumbledore showed a look of understanding on his face. He sighed and said:
"It must be telling you that as long as you collect the three Deathly Hallows, not only can you revive the dead, but all your other wishes can also be fulfilled, right?"

"How did you know?"

"Well, it once told me the same thing. And after my research, I found that it is true."

"Really?! Then why did you…"

"Because you simply can't afford the cost of doing so!" Harry was interrupted by Dumbledore's roar before he could finish his words, "The Three Deathly Hallows are not wish-granting machines, nor are they tools for resurrecting the dead. They are a communication device for calling on the ancient gods!
Those ancient gods are far more powerful than we are! They are ancient and omnipotent, and have always lived in a place that we cannot understand!

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, so I won't go into details. If you haven't heard of it, search on Baidu for 'Why can't humans be summoned by ants'.) Do you understand now? We must never disturb those beings without permission, as that will cause many unexpected and terrible consequences, and most of these consequences are beyond the ability of you and our entire world to bear!"

As if because he was too excited, Dumbledore in the portrait was breathing heavily with a flushed face.

Harry, who was sitting opposite him, clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth:
"That is to say, although the hope is slim, 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 on the picture frame, roaring 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 stopped Dumbledore abruptly. He stared at Harry blankly, and after a long while he said in disbelief:
"Severus he... he's dead?"

"That's right!" Harry said with his red eyes, cold water dripping from his eyes like pearls from a broken string. "He died to protect me! He died right in front of me! And before he died, he told me everything! Including everything you did to me! And that damn prophecy!"

Dumbledore seemed to have suddenly aged a dozen years. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just choked and said:
"I'm very sorry."

"What's the point of apologizing? All along, you have been using responsibility to hold me hostage, forcing me to sacrifice for others! Why? Huh? Why me?"

Harry backed away while roaring, and when he finally retreated to the corner, the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, and he took out a flashlight from his pocket and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"This is... a mysterious object!" Dumbledore's eyes widened. "You have also come into contact with the knowledge of mysterious objects? My Merlin! Harry, stop it now. If you use mysterious objects without authorization, those people will do something to you..."

Harry pressed the switch before Dumbledore finished speaking, and a faint blue light flashed in the office.

(End of this chapter)