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 leave the venue in an orderly manner with their students.

The Ravenclaws seemed very excited. They were still singing the school song in various strange tunes while leaving the stage. From time to time, there would be a burst of laughter in the team.

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

The new Minister of Magic was McTomley, who had just left Ravenclaw, and the new headmaster was Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw College.

This was already a very obvious signal.

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

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

After all, Slytherin, as the unlucky one, had been bullied strangely, while Hufflepuff, they didn't care who the House Cup belonged to.

Probably only the competitive Gryffindors would feel a little unbalanced.

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

At this time, the Gryffindor common room was completely new. Not only had the oil lamps been replaced by the Ministry of Magic, but even the sofas and chairs that had been used for who knows how many years had been replaced with brand new leather sofas and large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, buried their heads in the sofa and took a deep breath. Finally, they raised their heads with surprise and shouted:

"Merlin's beard, this sofa doesn't smell at all! This is really 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, this behavior was really childish.

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

"Hey!"

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

After giving Ron a blank look, Hermione began to explain to the freshmen the rules of Hogwarts and how to be a good Gryffindor.

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

The students were also very afraid of Hermione, a strict and bad-tempered prefect (the conclusion drawn after witnessing Hermione beating Ron), so they cooperated with Hermione's work.

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

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

Her roommates were still constantly sharing their experiences during the holidays, and some even asked Hermione about it.

But Hermione didn't want to chat with them.

She was really too tired.

Although she had slept on the train, it was still just a drop in the bucket for the fatigue caused by her long-distance travel in the 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 pleasant smell of the sun on it, Hermione only felt that her heart suddenly calmed down.

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

This scene was happening everywhere in Hogwarts.

Although the changes in Hogwarts made the students feel inexplicably excited, they still felt extremely sleepy after sitting in the car for a whole day.

In the end, they could only compromise with sleepiness.

As the last magic 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 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 nothing at the door.

The door seemed to be blown open by the wind.

But how could that be possible?

The windows in the office were all closed!

Principal Black, who was thinking hard, shook his head, gave up thinking, and decided to pretend that nothing happened.

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

He squinted his eyes, which were not big to begin with, and his eyes became dangerous.

Now he can be sure.

Something he couldn't see must have sneaked in!

Principal Black's eyes rolled around, 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 in front of him out of thin air.

"Ah..."

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

"Shut up!"

An extremely depressed and annoyed voice sounded from the human head.

Principal Black hurriedly covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

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

Since it was a human, there was no need to be afraid.

Principal Black coughed twice and said in a majestic 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 also 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 it, but still nodded and said,

"Yes, it's me."

Principal Black looked at Dumbledore, then looked at Harry, and said dissatisfiedly,

"I thought it was someone else! What a naughty kid!"

After saying 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, looking at Dumbledore in the portrait in front of him with complicated eyes.

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

This is nonsense.

A talking cloak is naturally different.

But while it can speak, its invisibility effect becomes extremely strong, which makes Harry feel puzzled.

But this is also a good thing. It is with this invisibility cloak that Harry escaped Mike's repeated pursuit (search) and bypassed the numerous restrictions in Hogwarts.

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

And the reason why he is here now, in addition to relying on the powerful ability of the Death Cloak, is more luck.

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

Just like Dumbledore, he has been sleeping in the office all year round.

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

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

As for the password, it is even simpler.

For Harry, who often goes in and out of the headmaster's office, he knows the rules of Dumbledore changing passwords very well. Flitwick has just taken office and has not had time to change the password. He just needs to try one by one. Too

many things have happened to him recently, and he has too many doubts in his heart.

And he has wasted so much time to come here, just to find Dumbledore to ask clearly.

It has become his conditioned reflex to find Dumbledore when there is 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 that?"

"Because I heard some other sayings from somewhere else." Harry looked tangled, but still gritted his teeth and said, "It said...it said that after the three Deathly Hallows are collected, the dead can be resurrected."

Dumbledore was silent, he looked at Harry with a serious face, and said in a stern tone:

"The three Deathly Hallows must not 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 this enough to prove it?" Harry

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

However, at this time, 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, it will not only revive the dead, but also all your wishes can be fulfilled! '

Hearing this, Harry's pupils, which had been dilated, condensed into a small dot again.

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

"Your cloak has awakened, right?"

"How did you know?"

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

"The invisibility cloak you are wearing has always been kept by me, and I have naturally seen the guy hiding in the cloak. Let me guess, it should be the one that told you about the Deathly Hallows' ability to resurrect the dead?"

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

This harsh voice made Harry frown and cover his ears instinctively.

But out of trust in Dumbledore, he finally nodded.

Dumbledore's face showed understanding upon seeing this, he sighed and said:

"It must have told you that as long as you collect the Three Deathly Hallows, not only can you resurrect the dead, all your other wishes can be fulfilled, right?"

"How do 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 a wishing machine, nor a tool to resurrect the dead, they are a communicator to call on the ancient gods!

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

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

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

"It's like you suddenly see an ant calling your name and asking you for a piece of sugar... (Many people have heard this story, so I won't repeat it. If you haven't heard 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, because that will cause many unexpected and terrible consequences, and most of these consequences are unbearable for you and our entire world!"

As if because he was too excited, Dumbledore in the portrait was panting with a red face.

Harry, who was opposite him, clenched his fists and gritted his teeth when he heard this:

"That is to say, although the hope is not great, 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 in his tracks. He stared at Harry blankly, and after a long while he said in disbelief:

"Severus he... he is dead?"

"That's right!" Harry said with his red eyes, cold water dripping from his eyes like pearls with a broken string, "He died to protect me! He died 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 by 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 sorry."

"What's the use of apology? All this time, you have been using responsibility to kidnap me and force me to pay for others! Why? Ah? Why me?"

Harry roared and backed away, and finally when he retreated 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, "You have also come into contact with knowledge of mysterious objects? My Merlin! Harry, stop it, those who use mysterious objects without authorization will do something to you..."

Before Dumbledore finished his words, Harry pressed the switch, and then a faint blue light flashed in the office.