Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 69 I chased after you to feed you, and you smashed the spoon in return?

The Dumbledore family originally lived happily in Fertile Land.

However, when Ariana was six years old, she was bullied by some Muggle children, which caused her magic to go out of control, her mind to become unclear, and her temperament to become strange. She refused to communicate with anyone except her family.

Percival, the father, killed several Muggles to avenge his daughter, which led to his own capture by the Aurors and imprisonment in Azkaban.

Mother Kendra moved with her three children to Godric Valley, where they spent a peaceful and tranquil time. Unfortunately, Kendra lost her life in a powerful magical upheaval.

After graduating, Albus took on the responsibility of caring for his sister, but not long after, he met his lifelong friend and enemy, Gettler Grindelwald.

The two hit it off immediately, spending all their time together eating and sleeping, discussing their life ideals, to the point that he neglected his sister Ariana.

When Aberforth returned from school, she blamed her brother Albus for not taking good care of his sister, while Grindelwald stubbornly believed that Ariana's existence would hinder his and Albus's grand plan.

(Plan: To find all the Deathly Hallows, become the master of Death, and use this power to lead a revolution in the wizarding world.)

That day, the three had a violent argument and a brawl. The brawl injured the innocent Ariana, causing her magic to surge again and resulting in her death at the age of 14.

From then on, Albus broke with the Dark Lord, and his relationship with his brother Aberforth also reached a stalemate.

After recounting the "misery" of the Dumbledore family, Robin took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Albus Dumbledore.

"These are...socks?" Dumbledore asked after a pause.

"Hmm, too bad, it's red!"

"It's okay, this is probably the most thoughtful gift I've received all year. Okay, go back to sleep."

Dumbledore folded the socks neatly, carefully tucked them into his collar, and then walked out of the abandoned classroom.

"Well, I bet the artillery unit that he's not telling the truth."

"So, what did he see in the mirror?"

"Alright, it's a matter of privacy. People have the right to choose whether or not to talk about it. Let's go back to the dorm."

After Luo Bin finished speaking, he picked up the invisibility cloak from the ground, and the three of them crawled inside before returning to the boys' dormitory the same way they came.

After their nighttime intrusion into the forbidden book area and their exposure to the Mirror of Erised, the three lost all desire to cause trouble again.

So, during the remaining days of Christmas holiday, the three of them either went to play in the snow in the yard, went to the library to look through books, or snuggled up on the sofa in the lounge and played all sorts of brain-training games.

On the day before the holiday ended, students who had gone home for the holiday returned to Hogwarts one after another, and Hermione was among them.

When she heard that on Christmas Day, Robin drew the magic mask and Hagrid drunkenly kissed McGonagall, her brown eyes widened.

When she heard that the three of them stayed up all night, wandered around the castle, and even became obsessed with mirror illusions, she couldn't help but gasp.

When she heard that the three of them had searched the library for half a month and still hadn't figured out who Nicolas Flamel was, she sighed with deep disappointment.

Then, she slumped into the sofa chair, staring at the high ceiling and sulking.

"Don't be discouraged. I'm sure I've heard this name somewhere before, it's just..."

"Harry, stop saying that. If you can't remember, then that memory is invalid."

Hermione didn't want to hear any more hopeless talk, and her tone unconsciously hardened. Harry noticed she was angry and lowered his head, remaining silent.

Meanwhile, Ron, slow to react, continued to nonchalantly munch on his chicken leg, the smacking sounds he made drawing Hermione's displeasure.

Before Little Chili could get angry, Robin pulled out a big bag of snacks: almond candy, soda crackers, and chocolate frog cheese sticks—all things that eleven or twelve-year-olds love to eat.

"Hermione, don't be discouraged. Nicolas Flamel is a real person, and a friend of the famous wizard Dumbledore. There will definitely be a book, periodical, or newspaper that records his deeds. Here, have a New Year's candy to cheer yourself up."

Luo Bin handed over a piece of fruit candy to comfort him.

Hermione unwrapped the candy and saw it was green, which made her even angrier. "Robin, I'm not eating it."

Little Chili's cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish, her thin lips pressed into a line, and her brown eyes burned with flames. She was on the verge of becoming a ghost pepper.

Swoosh! (Crumples candy wrapper)

Thump! (Throws a candy wrapper)

The candy wrapper, crumpled into a small ball by tender hands, hit Robin squarely in the chest. His strong survival instinct made him realize that Little Chili had reached her breaking point.

"How could I forget that you don't eat green apple flavored things? I specially saved kiwi flavored fruit candy for you."

"oh!"

Her pink, slightly upturned lips lifted slightly, and her willow-leaf-like tongue gently rolled up to take the emerald-like hard candy into her mouth.

Seeing that the anger in Chili's eyes had subsided and her expression had become content and lazy, Luo Bin thought to himself that he had made the right bet.

"Harry, Ron, I brought a lot of snacks. Help yourselves if you want some."

"Thanks!"

Harry picked up a marzipan, but instead of tasting the sweetness of the outer shell, he tasted the bitterness of the almond filling. He thought that there must be something wrong with his sense of taste.

"Okay, I'll finish the chicken leg first. Hmm, the small cake is mine, you can take whatever else you want."

Ron, his mouth covered in red chili oil, looked at the bright and tempting little cake and said...

"Ron, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

As Robin spoke, he casually (deliberately) picked up a chocolate frog and quickly tore off a picture card.

"Uh, the picture is too heavy again. I already have eighteen Albus Dumbledore pictures. Which of you three wants this picture?"

Ron: (。』▽』。), Chicken leg, savory and delicious chicken leg, nothing can stop me from eating chicken leg.

Harry: (︶︿︶), currently in a state of self-isolation, thanks for the invitation.

Hermione: (), compared to the picture cards, sucking on the fructose is much more satisfying, especially since that person specially saved the fructose for me.

Seeing that all three of them were shaking their heads and didn't want the picture cards, Luo Bin thought to himself: I'm chasing after them to feed them, and you guys just smash the spoons instead, huh?

Luo Bin pretended to be bored as he flipped through the picture cards, reading the character information on the cards in a low but exceptionally clear voice.

"Albus Dumbledore, the current Headmaster of Hogwarts, is best known for defeating the Dark Lord Gettler Grindelwald in 1945. He also discovered 12 uses for dragon blood, and worked with his partner Nicolas Flamel!!"

Upon hearing the name "Nico Flamel," Hermione hiccuped, swallowed a sugar candy, pounded her chest, and leaned closer to the picture. "Remarkably successful in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel."

As the thin lips parted, the unique fragrance of kiwi wafted towards Luo Bin's cheeks, instantly making his mouth dry. He shifted his body to the right, wanting to get further away from the arsonist.

"Oh my god, I remember now. I heard the name 'Nico Flamel' on the train to Hogwarts."

After Harry was shocked, he noticed a sweet taste in his mouth, like the sweetness of a large spoonful of honey. He thought he didn't need to go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment of his loss of taste.

"Cool! Robin was right, people's luck can bounce back after hitting rock bottom. Look, the holiday was just about to end and we found out that Nicolas Flamel was an alchemist."

Ron remarked, chewing on a chicken cartilage.

(End of this chapter)