Chapter 1865

"Old Sir, Ms. stanson came back from the South... And brought some helpers back from a friendly camp on the other side of Weymouth. It is said that it was provided by a miss named 'Hermione Granger' under Mr. McLean. At the moment, Ms. stanson is arranging for those people to have a temporary rest in the relatively complete Slytherin lounge..."

On the third floor of Hogwarts main castle, which is still under repair, a wizard in charge of guarding the school gate has just arrived to report to old Aslan.

But old Aslan obviously didn't react much. He just pointed to the sky outside the window, shook his head and said:

"I think I've seen one of those helpers."

As soon as the other party listened, he immediately turned back, but immediately subconsciously stepped back.

"Fire dragon?"

"To be exact, it should be a Norwegian back Dragon... And," Aslan narrowed his eyes and looked away, "there is an unheard of 'Dragon Rider' on his back."

The wizard in front of him immediately narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. Sure enough, there seemed to be a figure riding steadily at the root of the fire dragon's neck, flying slowly from a distance.

"How could this be possible?" he said incredulously. "Is that Marca McLean who has become famous all over Europe?"

"Probably not," said old Aslan. "Although the photos in the newspaper are black and white, I heard that the little Mr. McLean should have black hair. The one on the dragon's back has red hair... It would be more likely to say that he is a Weasley child!"

As he said this, he suddenly patted his robes and turned to say:

"Let's go! I think we need to meet it first... This disaster may be much more terrible than we thought."

After a few words, old Aslan took the guard downstairs and went outside to meet Charlie who came by the dragon.

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On the other hand, as the wizard in charge of the guard said, Ms. stanson has now taken her team and more than ten dueling masters sent by Hermione to Slytherin dungeon.

To be honest, although almost all of these people sent by Hermione came from Hogwarts, most of them graduated from Gryffindor and hutchpatch. It is conceivable that they have no good feelings for Slytherin.

But now Hogwarts castle has suffered serious damage, and hutchpatch's dormitory area was given "key care" by the meteorite at that time for some reasons. Therefore, the only well preserved underground dormitory is Slytherin's Dungeon dormitory.

"Everyone, thank you for your help along the way. Please have a good rest... I'll send someone to prepare some tea and snacks for you. When we wait for dinner... Although we may not be able to make it very rich at present, according to our Hogwarts habits, it will always be lively at this time. You can look forward to it!"

"Oh, Ms. stanson, don't be so troublesome. Just be casual!" a witch from Weymouth waved her hand immediately. "On the contrary, if you need any help, just tell us."

As soon as she finished, another wizard said:

"Yes! We are all Hogwarts graduates, which is equivalent to being a family! We are also very sad to see our once common home destroyed like this -"

"Unexpectedly, Slytherin dungeon has become the best preserved of the four colleges."

A wizard, apparently of Gryffindor origin, muttered in a low voice, but was soon pulled back by two hutchpachs. At the same time, the witch who just spoke first said:

"By the way... Ms. stanson, I think we'd better meet your old Sir first. As soon as we get here, we'll sit down and rest. I think we're a little rude."

"Oh, it's all right. Old Aslan is very casual in this regard." stanson shook his head at once, "He just doesn't like those red tape, so he has been living in seclusion in the depths of Alaska snow mountains in the United States for many years - of course, I only knew him a few years earlier than everyone else. He... How to say? It's strange, but he's really a kind old Hogwarts."

"In the snow mountains in Alaska? Oh, that sounds really good... But I can't stand it. Hogsmeade is cold enough. The snow mountains must be more deadly!"

Stanson had planned to get them some hot tea first. After all, everyone was English. That's good. Just seeing that the other party seemed interested in listening to old Aslan, he simply sat down with them and chatted. The matter of making tea and preparing snacks was left to other wizards who came with him at the door just now.

However, before she could say a few more words, a guard wizard came in and ran to her to say two words.

"I see..." stanson nodded at the other party, and then confessed to the others. "Our companions responsible for patrolling around seem to have found something in the forbidden forest. Old Aslan has gone first, and I'll go and have a look. You're tired on the way. Now take a rest here!"

"It's okay, we also --"

A wizard was about to say he was going too, but he was stopped by the witch just now.

"We see... Ms. stanson, you go! Don't care about us."

Although both sides are born in Hogwarts, they are not completely estranged. After all, so far, everyone seems to have not seen anyone who can really be called a "classmate". Despite the self proclaimed "Hogwarts graduate", it can even be said to be a stranger.

In the current tense situation, it is a more reassuring way for both sides to get along step by step and not to show too much kindness.

Stanson is also a smart man. Seeing the other party's performance, he immediately showed a grateful smile.

"I'll go out first. If it's no big deal, I'll come back and talk more with you later."

After that, she followed the wizard who had just informed her out of the Slytherin lounge, returned to the hall that had been completely repaired, and went straight to the vestibule outside.

"What did you find in the forbidden forest?"

"It's a door... A door that can't be opened! It's located deep in the forbidden forest. It should have been the place of the horse people tribe... But now it's completely changed!"

"Then why not ask the horse people first?" stanson asked immediately.