days at Hogwarts

Chapter 799: Sunset
The road through the castle to Professor Bubaggi's office is long, but it is not quiet.

After seeing off the ghost girl Myrtle, we welcomed the portrait of Sir Cadogan.

"The destination has not yet been reached!"

The short and fat knight in armor raised his sword, and the metal on his body made a clanking sound. "Loren Morgan, my dear friend, you must keep moving forward, or you will die heroically in the charge!"

Loren had already climbed up the seventh long flight of stairs and strolled across the corner platform. On the stone wall of the platform hung a picture of a wide meadow, where a fat little gray zebra was grazing carelessly.

That was Knight Cadogan's mount.

"Sir Cadogan."

Loren couldn't help but laugh: "You should be in the portrait in the fourth tower at this time, fighting against those sinister monks. Why are you here?"

"Sir Cadogan received the news that you are about to go on an expedition, and he has come all the way to see you off." The knight shouted, "I will miss the days of fighting side by side with you. We once hid from the pursuit of evil wizards in the dark, we once searched for the mysterious astronomical tower together, and we once rescued Barnabas who was besieged by giant monsters together..."

Loren pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, but did not interrupt his narration. Instead, he stood in front of the portrait and listened to him shouting quietly, his eyes looking at the endless grassland in the portrait.

The fat gray zebra is still chewing the grass. The way its thick lips chew look a bit like a cow, and water is gushing out of its nose. It looks nonchalant and leisurely. I wonder if the portrait shows any sense of fullness. There are clearly no mosquitoes in the portrait, and its tail is swinging back and forth.

The green grass branches and leaves rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

"Hey! Young wizard!"

Cadogan waved his hand in dissatisfaction: "Did you listen to me at all? All these days we spent together..."

"Wait a moment."

Loren pursed his lips to the side.

"what happened?"

"Your horse ran away."

"Ok?"

Sir Cadogan followed his gaze and saw the fat gray zebra running very fast, swinging the ladder aside. Its figure gradually shrank in the frame and seemed about to disappear into the depths of the vast grassland.

"Farewell, my comrades! This time we really have to say goodbye. I wish you can continue to maintain a noble heart and a strong body in the future!"

"thanks, I will."

Sir Cadogan's farewell was a little hasty.

At this time, Loren still had a smile on his face as he watched him disappear into the depths of the portrait. Perhaps it was the world in the painting and the depths, or perhaps it was connected to another portrait. Who knows what kind of exciting adventure it would be.

The portrait quieted down and continued upstairs.

Perhaps because I didn't have classes, I met some friends on the way, including the Gryffindor ghost, classmates I attended class with, and less familiar portraits. Some of them I couldn't even remember their names, but I was still able to say hello and exchange a few words. Summer is here, and I'm about to graduate.

With different destinations, they soon separated.

Loren met Headmaster Dumbledore again on the stairs. He walked on the right side of the steps very slowly, admiring the paintings on the wall as he walked.

From a freshman to the headmaster, from early September 1892 to now June 1998, nearly 106 years have passed. Dumbledore had felt it before, but it was not until before leaving that he intuitively realized how deep his bond with this school was. For a moment, he was in a trance and had complicated emotions.

More hesitant than the students who are about to graduate.

When he was a student, he was always worried about family matters, worried about the health of his mother and sister, and his father in prison. He hoped that his family would be harmonious and his relatives and friends would be healthy. He wanted to take good care of them and provide them with a good living environment. However, he was unwilling to have his talents and gifts constrained by his family. He hoped to become the half-bright and half-dark sunset in the sky and be free from then on.

Therefore, I tossed and turned in bed, always in silence and confusion.

His restless ambitions and aspirations led to tragedy in the summer of his graduation. Later, when he became a professor at Hogwarts, his guilt towards his mother and Ariana became the reason for his insomnia. Only by listening to the sounds of the castle at midnight could he calm down a little.

Later, Gellert was imprisoned in a high tower in Austria. In order to restrain his ambition and for many strange reasons, he also confined himself to the principal's office, which was also at the top of the tower. Only recently was he willing to leave the tower.

Loren paused, quickened his pace slightly, and soon came to the headmaster. He greeted in a brisk voice: "Dumbledore."

"It's Loren..."

Dumbledore turned around and saw it was him. He was not surprised, with a gentle smile on his face: "Come up from downstairs? Have you said goodbye to your friends in the castle?"

"I told you."

"Is everything going well with the new space device?"

"smoothly."

"That's good." Dumbledore also went upstairs, admiring the paintings as he went upstairs. "The Wizengamot has already discussed it publicly, and most wizards agree with your plan. However, the International Confederation of Wizards still has some difficulties. Ms. Bones should come to talk to you in person."

“What a hassle.”

"It will be even more troublesome after the plan is made public at the Federation. We need to mobilize wizards from other countries to cooperate. We also need to convince other magical intelligent creatures, mermaids from other waters, centaurs and unicorns from other forests, and werewolves, vampires, and veela who have established connections with Muggles..."

"hiss……"

Loren took a deep breath and pretended to have a headache.

Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Don't worry too much. My travel plan happens to pass through their settlement. I also happen to understand a little bit of their language, so I can convey your plan."

"Thank you so much!"

"..."

Dumbledore blinked and didn't say anything polite to him. He was actually a little happy inside. Although he pretended to be troubled and afraid of trouble, he didn't say anything about retreating or giving up. It was obvious that he was determined to push forward the plan. With such willpower and character, he was very suitable to take over the school.

……

The principal went back to his office.

Loren came alone to the floor where the Muggle Studies office was located. The corridor was very quiet and the portraits on the walls were empty.

Loren walked along the corridor and saw the office at the corner. He did not go forward and knock on the door, but stopped and waited for a moment. Soon, two footsteps approached.

Two figures approached from the corner, the one on the right was Professor Bubbaji, with neat short blond hair and a gentle face.

The one on the left is Hermione. When she saw him, she immediately stopped, turned around and said a few words to Professor Bubbage, as if saying goodbye. Then she walked quickly to his side, naturally took his arm, and a smile broke out on her face.

"Have you finished your work?"

"finished."

Loren held her hand and couldn't help laughing as he looked back at Professor Bubbaji.

A kind and gentle witch waved goodbye to him with a smile on her face, then turned and walked slowly towards the office.

Loren and Hermione also turned around and walked back:

"I haven't been to the kitchen yet. Please come with me to see the house elves."

"No, why don't you go in the morning?"

"I was talking to Professor Bubaji about your plan this morning."

"..."

The windows of the corridor were open, and looking out, it was already evening, and there was still some lingering glow in the sky. The evening breeze of Hogwarts made the corridor particularly cool, and crickets and birds were chirping in the distance.

(End of this chapter)