Homecoming from Hogwarts

Harry choked and nodded.

He handed the Invisibility Cloak to Hermione, then looked at the Time Converter on his chest with a dazed look for a moment.

"What should I do with this Time-Turner, Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry leaned over to Dumbledore's ear and whispered, once again seeking the wisdom of the greatest wizard of our time.
"It's not the one Professor Brain gave me--"

"That's it-"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, staring at the Time Turner stained with Harry's blood for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked at the wizards in the bar, as if looking for a suitable entrustor for this Time Turner.

But in the end, he didn't mention anyone by name.

"Let me keep it. It's a nuisance--"

Dumbledore said softly,
"I can take it to my grave."

Harry showed resistance, he knew what Dumbledore meant by trouble.

Sooner or later someone, perhaps Delphi, would pry open his grave for the Time-Turner.

But at the same time, Harry also knew that Dumbledore's decision was wise.

They must ensure the safety of this time-turner so that the future can be established and time will not be disrupted.

No matter how greedy the grave robber was, he would not dare to disturb the peace of Albus Dumbledore except Delphi.

"It is settled, Harry—"

Without waiting for Harry to say anything, Dumbledore took the Time-Turner from him and tucked it shakily into his robes.

Some wizards from the Ministry of Magic present remained silent.

"Gail--"

Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald, who was holding Dumbledore's other hand, nodded silently. He waved the wand in his left hand at Harry and Dumbledore, and then the two of them floated up.

Considering Dumbledore's current physical condition, they did not travel across the wilderness very quickly.

Compared to the past, the situation is just the opposite.

Late at night, Hogsmeade was brightly lit and crowded, while Hogwarts was plunged into darkness.

They flew over the wilderness and approached Hogwarts. Looking up, the Isle of Avalon covered by the night was frightening, and the three giant pillars and the Whomping Willow that supported the sky and the earth were awe-inspiring.
"What about the island in the sky, Professor Dumbledore, and the monsters?"

Harry asked worriedly.

If they didn't solve this problem, they would never be able to return to Hogwarts. Otherwise, if the giant pillar collapsed one day and the island overturned, they would be doomed.

"Don't worry, Harry, Amosta will take care of that."

Dumbledore said.

The blue barrier emitted a fluorescent light that diluted the deep darkness.

Thousands of magical beasts are imprisoned within the barrier.

Perhaps because there was little life nearby, these monsters controlled by death did not show the brutality they showed during the day, but instead lay dormant quietly in various places.

Grindelwald didn't know what spell he used, but after they passed through the barrier, they did not cause the monsters to become restless, and they remained quietly where they were.

In the black lake, which was only a mud pit left, several Titans huddled inside. In the castle with tall towers, bone dragons built their nests on the top of the towers.

Harry felt uncomfortable when he thought that there might be a few magical beasts whose souls had long since decayed curled up on his four-poster bed.

"Go to my office first, Gail--"

Dumbledore said.

So they flew over the only remaining tall hoop standing on the Quidditch pitch and headed for the small tower where the headmaster's office was located.

Grindelwald swung out a silver light and silently killed a strange-looking bird curled up on the sofa, then shot a ball of light into the air to illuminate the dark office.

It's the expected mess here.

The alchemy tools that were originally scattered throughout the room were all knocked over, and the ground was littered with broken glass and decorations.

On the wall behind the principal's desk, there is a row of picture frames, all of which are empty. All the principals of previous generations have sought refuge elsewhere.

But Harry could still hear a slight snoring sound, and he looked around warily, and found that it was the sound of the Sorting Hat on the shelf behind the office.

"Oh, it'll be all right, Harry, don't worry about it--"

Seeing that Harry seemed to be about to take the Sorting Hat away, Dumbledore said that he was already exhausted and every second of wakefulness was precious to him. "Excuse me, Harry -"

Dumbledore pointed to a box that had fallen off the bookshelf.
"Gryffindor's. Perhaps I should call it the Sword of Broken Steel. Take it away--"

Harry didn't understand what Dumbledore muttered, but he still obediently stepped over the ruins and ran to pick up the Sword of Gryffindor.

Even darkness could not corrupt it, and the sword of Gryffindor in the box still shone brightly.

"I still don't know why it's crucial but it doesn't matter, Amosta will know, let's take it--"

Dumbledore said, and Harry nodded, hugging the Sword of Gryffindor that had helped it fight the Basilisk.

"You lead the way now, Harry. I don't feel like talking much anymore—"

Dumbledore smiled tiredly.

"Second floor--"

Harry swallowed and said to the taciturn Grindelwald.

He was a little nervous when facing Grindelwald.

Following Harry's guidance, they soon arrived at the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

The occasional sound of water dripping into puddles made the girls' bathroom even quieter.

Harry looked around but didn't see the ghost of Myrtle.

Although it happened two and a half years ago, Harry did not hesitate and accurately found the gargoyle engraved with snake patterns.

He looked back at Dumbledore behind him, and Dumbledore gave him an encouraging look.

Harry pursed his lips, his emotions churning inside him.

Now he knew why he spoke Parseltongue.

hiss--
The evil whispers awakened the ancient magic, and when the milky white light faded, a wide hole appeared in front of the three people.

"quick--"

Dumbledore said, breathing weakly.

Harry was a little worried that the holes left by Slytherin would become clogged up due to the vibrations during the day. After all, the entire Hogwarts Castle was covered with cracks.

But it turned out that he was worrying too much. They easily reached the large room deep underground that was shrouded in a strange green light.

The past events were still vivid in his mind, and Harry couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion when he returned to the old place.

It happened only two or three years ago, but it feels like twenty years have passed.

But Harry quickly shook off his emotion and pointed at the ugly Slytherin statue's mouth.

"Right there."

After passing through a corridor paved with rat bones, Harry set foot in the mysterious cave again.

The darkness in the campus did not invade this place. This underground cave was clean and warm, and the Gublai fairy fires illuminated every detail of the place.

Harry no longer needed to show the way, Grindelwald had already sensed something.

He took Harry and Dumbledore and flew to the door that had been closed for a thousand years. After a thousand years, it will be opened tonight.

The lifelike statue of Slytherin still sits in front of the door, gazing at future generations with an arrogant look.

"Only those with pure blood can open the door."

Dumbledore tried to stand up straight, whispered the words on the door, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

When he saw this passage, he had a premonition in his heart.
What is more difficult than finding all of Voldemort's Horcruxes is to let Voldemort have a child so that the Slytherin bloodline can be passed down.

He really had no idea about it, but unexpectedly, Amosta managed to do it.

"Come on, I want to see the wisdom of the four great founders of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore was unable to uncork the bottle himself, so he had to hand the bottle to Harry.

Harry took the bottle, took a deep breath and prepared to splash all the blood, but Dumbledore stopped him.
"Oh, don't waste it Harry, I believe a little bit, Amosta has a problem that needs this blood to solve."

Harry had no choice but to tap the bottle with his wand, and a drop of bright red blood flew up from the bottom of the bottle, trembling, and slowly approaching the rough stone door under the focused gaze of the three people.

(End of this chapter)