Chapter 336: Another contact

As time passed, the weather was getting colder, Hogwarts had the first snow of the year, and the whole school was white.
This also means that Christmas is coming, and the entire Hogwarts is filled with a joyous atmosphere.
After all, most of them are students, and the holiday is coming, how to say is also a happy thing.
At this time, Hogwarts Castle will be filled with many magnificent decorations.
The auditorium was magnificent and magnificent. The walls were covered with pendant ribbons of mistletoe and holly. Twelve Christmas tree trees were in the corners of the room. There were some candles shining brightly in the tree. Seeing that it was enchanted.
It is not only here that the magic is applied, but also the ceiling of the auditorium. The transparent effect is like snowflakes floating in, and then suddenly disappears when it is about to contact the students.
"Harry, can your invisibility be lent to me?" At lunch, Ron poked Harry's shoulder.
"Ah?" Harry whispered, startled.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"Last week, didn't the old bat confiscate my golden thief?"
Ron was once distracted in the potion class, playing with the Quidditch golden thief in the room, then confiscated by Snape, and taught a lesson.
"I'm afraid not. The invisibility cloak is not with me now." Harry shook his head.
Shortly after the end of the Flame Cup last year, Dumbledore visited him more than once.
"Harry, I might have to ask you something." During the conversation in the principal's office, the old man suddenly made the request.
Harry didn't know what Dumbledore could trust himself. He is already the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world. What can he ask for himself?
Dumbledore wanted to borrow his cloak.
Of course Harry agreed.
There was no trace of hesitation.
Never thought that Dumbledore would greedy his cloak.
After all, it was his father’s legacy, which was left in the custody of the old man, and then Dumbledore returned it to him as a Christmas gift in his first grade.
If you are really selfish, you can not pay it back then.
No one knows anyway.
Who would doubt Dumbledore's character?
"Okay." Ron's eyelids drooped, looking disappointed.
"It's time to help them work hard again." Ron muttered.
The toy industry of the Weasley brothers is quite prosperous today, especially after a certain theoretical support, the quality and characteristics have become more distinctive, and the products have begun to exceed supply.
Their younger brother certainly helped a lot.
Not only that, Ron, as the commander-in-chief, is also responsible for visiting Hogwarts.
Also maintained.
"Pippi, don't move that ribbon, it's easy to hang it on!"
For example now. He could only put down the unfinished food on the plate, and hurriedly stood up to deal with the Pippi who likes to make trouble.
Now, he can understand Filch's mood.
As for Hermione, the fabric is advancing rapidly, and now it has been determined whether she woven a hat or a sock.
It can be said that it is a race against time, and after lunch, it also uses these free time.
If it was before, she might also ask about Harry's brain closure process.
What she didn't expect was that after mastering this technique, Harry did not completely resist Voldemort's invasion, and even occasionally let it go.
He didn't want to rely on the love of Qiu Zhang and Cedric to make him jealous anymore. The person full of jealousy and hatred seemed not to be himself.
He also wanted more information.
He started now, unwilling to passively defend.
Why did Voldemort want him to see these things?
So one night, he got his wish.
He went to sleep.
Harry saw a man in a black robe standing respectfully in front of him, reporting something.
"Grindelwald? Duel? Fun." The man said softly.
Harry's vision narrowed. He should have squinted.
What Harry couldn't see was that there were only two tiny gaps left on Voldemort's face that were supposed to be the nose, wrinkled, and then turned into two thin lines that were infiltrating.
A brilliant idea emerged from the Dark Lord's heart.
Harry felt a fulfilled sense of satisfaction.
"After Christmas? That's really exciting. I'm going to give him a big gift." Voldemort's cold voice made people shudder, showing a greasy smile.
The black robe man's movements became more and more respectful. It seemed that the whole person had to kneel under the man's body. Harry tried desperately to see the man clearly, but there was no effect.
"What about the place?" Voldemort closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, his long pale palm rubbing the armrest of the seat, and then asked.
"No decision yet."
The rubbing of the armrests turned into a slow tap, with a soft sound, pounding on Harry's own chest.
The scene fell into a distorted sense of strangeness, like a stone floating on the water, causing ripples, and a sense of dizziness swirling in the sky.
Harry woke up from his sleep. He fumbled to find the glasses on his bedside table, put them on, and then took a few deep breaths.
"Grindelwald?" He chewed the name, remembering it.
Ron seemed to hear the movement, rolled abruptly from the bed, and slept again.
Harry calmed down and decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the dream again tomorrow.
By the weekend, the Gryffindor lounge looked as pleasant as it used to be, and the round room was filled with worn, soft armchairs and shaky old tables. There was a crackling fire in the fireplace, and many students stretched their hands in front of the fire and rubbed it to keep warm.
In the place where the bookshelves were originally placed, an open space was opened at this time to provide them with an indoor Quidditch competition. According to George and Fred, they had the intention to hold a formal competition.
A group of Gryffindor students are forming a circle, fiercely playing a game.
"This is to gain popularity!" George said.
"Don't you think it's cool?" Fred answered.
They think about the future.
If there is a mood, Harry will definitely join, but now his mind is not on it.
He found Ron, who was writing a paper on the history of magic, and Hermione, who wore elf hats on the side, and gathered them together at an old table.
"Do you know Grindelwald? Hermione?" he asked directly.
"Grindelwald? You suddenly asked him what to do?" Hermione's tone was very surprised, and her faint brows were bent.
Crookshanks noticed the master's surprise, and the fat body dexterously turned to the table, and looked at its owner with apricot eyes. The big cake face seemed to be angry.
"Grindelwald? Who is he?" Ron asked blankly.
Harry had almost the same expression, widening his green eyes and looking at Hermione.
Looking at Hermione's reaction, this should be a very famous person.
Hermione clutched her forehead in pain, as if Professor McGonagall saw him use the disappearing spell on the mouse, but copied the mouse into several copies of the same expression.
"Don't worry, you let me think about it." Ron waved his hand quickly, searching for the intestines.
"Voldemort's men?" he asked tentatively.
Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog Collection Card has his story on the back~EbookFREE.me~ Hermione said lightly.
"It's him?" Ron only got seated at this time, and then stumbled all the way up the stairs, then hugged a dirty iron box and quickly came down again.
"Found it!" Ron said excitedly.
He returned to his seat, waving the card in his hand.
Dumbledore was twisting his long silver-white beard and smiling at them in the card.
"This is a dark wizard, and I don't remember it and it's normal, and is it just one or two lines of deeds about him?" Ron argued reasonably, trying to prove that his memory was not bad.
"I have too." Harry touched his pants pocket, remembering the chocolate frog he had bought on the previous train, which contained a card about Dumbledore, and took it out to see.
"Why is there no detailed introduction about him?" Ron asked.
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