Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 198 My Son's Private Affairs

Dumbledore patted Kane on the shoulder: "You can go back to sleep, I'll go search."

Although I sometimes like to criticize Dumbledore's quirky ideas, I absolutely trust him in this regard.

Just as Kane was about to return to his little tent, he suddenly remembered something strange.

Should Sirius Black have told Lupin about the night raid?

Soon, as Lu Ping also remained awake once again, the person in question groggily opened his eyes.

"It's only five o'clock, something's not right. Have the Dementors broken in?" Lupin asked Kane, who was standing by his bed, looking bewildered.

"It wasn't a Dementor that came in, it was Sirius Black."

Lupin immediately stood at attention, blinking in bewilderment, "You guys aren't hurt, are you?"

"I subdued him, and then he was probably rescued by someone."

"Did he attack you?" Lupin ignored the minor details and went straight to the point.

"Stun Curse".

Hearing Kane's answer, Lupin finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Sirius Black really was Voldemort's henchman, then...

I won't use such an inefficient spell.

So perhaps his guess was correct, and Sirius Black sneaked into Hogwarts today just to see Harry?

Although this way of doing things is as abstract as it can be, upon closer reflection, it is indeed something that someone with a poor mind like Sirius Black would do.

"So you've got a clue?" Kane asked, looking at Lupin's suddenly calm expression.

"There is a somewhat risky way, perhaps the Hogsmeade trip next week," Lupin said quietly.

"Hogsmeade..." Kane thought for a moment and knew that Lupin wanted to search around Harry, so he shrugged helplessly: "If you can convince Harry to give in to the Dursleys, I think it's difficult."

"You don't necessarily have to back down, do you? Hogwarts has many secret passages; you might try taking an unconventional route." Lupin offered a brilliant idea.

While they were still in school, they created a very powerful alchemical map at Hogwarts. It contained all the known secret rooms and passages in Hogwarts, and it could also search the real-time location of anyone in Hogwarts who did not have map access.

So at this point, Kane has to ask, what kind of amazing alchemical tool could do this?

!

Lupin gave Kane an idea: find a special piece of parchment inside and outside Hogwarts that looks exactly like ordinary parchment, then touch it with his wand and say, "I solemnly swear I will not do anything evil."

After hearing Lupin's idea, Kane wished he could ride a mantis shrimp to the Arctic, scoop up a snowball, and stuff it down Lupin's neck.

Is this kind of abstract approach something that humans could come up with?

Is this a joke?

However, perhaps due to his high emotional intelligence or lack of sleep tonight, Kane did not do that.

And he really intended to listen to advice, starting with the few scattered parchments in the corner of his bedroom.

He had only just reached the Gryffindor Tower when he saw that the portrait of the Fat Lady was still open, as if she had gone to visit other picture frames.

In short, it's all my fault. I don't know what kind of wonderful little things might get into the lounge during the hour it's been open.

All I can say is... I hope Hogwarts has surveillance cameras, the Fat Lady's portrait definitely wasn't damaged by her!

Meanwhile, the person who had actually scratched the portrait of the Fat Lady was being placed on a bed in the camp by Grindelwald, who then gently patted his face and cast a spell to dispel it.

"Ah... what a strange Stunning Charm, or perhaps an alchemical artifact," Grindelwald murmured slowly, though it could also be a question.

"In a place like that, I suppose it's an alchemical artifact." Dumbledore's voice slowly appeared behind him. Although he hadn't heard that voice for many years and it sounded a bit old, he could still recognize it.

"I should have sent him to the headmaster's office, then you wouldn't be able to find me." Grindelwald slowly stood up and turned around. Dumbledore was wearing a purple nightgown and raised a bright green instrument that looked like a harmonica hanging on his chest.

"Oh... what is that?" Grindelwald asked instinctively.

Dumbledore, of course, didn't hide anything; he picked up the panpipes and put them to his lips to play.

The next moment, the voice with a distinctly hypnotic quality lingered around the small camp. After the sound of various birds crashing into planes rang out, Grindelwald remained standing in the same spot.

He glanced back at Sirius, who was still sleeping soundly, and understood what was going on.

"You really put a lot of thought into the gifts you gave your students," Grindelwald said quietly.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Actually, he gave this to me."

Grindelwald:

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If at this moment there were a Kane who couldn't speak properly, or a greasy professor who was outspoken and wanted to make things difficult for Dumbledore, they would definitely speak up.

Old glass!

However, the two who were still sober were clearly decent people. They didn't say anything unnecessary, and neither of them took out their wands to have a full-blown magical battle. After all, given Grindelwald's style of coming to Hogwarts and leaving without a trace, he probably wasn't there to fight them.

In the end, Dumbledore spoke first: "If you're looking for a nice place to retire, I would really recommend it. Of course, I also hope that you really just want to find a place to retire."

Grindelwald:

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"You're not here for one of my students, are you?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the silent Grindelwald.

Grindelwald:

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"You didn't come here for Kane, did you?"

Grindelwald:

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"I really hope you're just jealous, and not that you've taken a fancy to some strange magic." Dumbledore gripped his wand again. He knew how to choose between personal feelings and the safety and stability of the entire wizarding world.

After a long period of passive-aggressive treatment, Grindelwald finally spoke up.

"I'm already this old, what do you want me to do?" Grindelwald casually tossed the wand he had conjured by hand onto the ground.

Only then did Dumbledore finally breathe a sigh of relief... Of course, it was also fortunate that there wasn't a certain student with low emotional intelligence here.

If Kane were here, he would definitely shout that over a hundred years old is the age to be adventurous.