Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Old Aslan pushed open the door of Hogwarts Auditorium in silence.

When many people gathered around to ask him questions, he did not immediately answer. Instead, after thinking about it for a while, he waved his hand at all the people gathered here according to his previous words:

"Clean up and prepare to leave Hogwarts."

"What? Why?" Many wizards heard him say that, and couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

"Don't ask," Old Aslan said. "Anyway, pack things up and leave at once. Let's... go south, to the Yorkshire Dales first."

Before he could finish his words, he turned around decisively and walked to the lawn outside, seemingly intending to wait for everyone to pack up and gather.

After watching the old Aslan's actions, everyone looked at each other for a while, although they were all confused, but out of respect and trust for the respected old knight, they started moving one after another.

About half an hour later, everyone regrouped on the grass in the vestibule and stood in front of Old Aslan.

"Old Sir, although...you must let us all know the reason?" The middle-aged wizard who had previously used Aslan's assistant to help him with a lot of trivial matters couldn't help but said. "Just now, what did McLean say to you?"

This sudden departure is a very puzzling thing for everyone.If you look at it in accordance with the truth, perhaps it can be understood as old Aslan and Maca discussing some new plans by the lake.

However, looking at the look of the old knight when he returned, it didn't seem to be the case at all.

However, for some reason, although Old Aslan was treated very rudely by the other party on Maca's side, he didn't seem to have the meaning of telling the actual experience.

Seeing that the other person asked, he just shook his head, and then he said:

"The Yorkshire Dales is at the junction of North and South in England. It is also an obvious junction of the density of living corpses in the information given by Miss Granger-plus the terrain is easy to guard, we moved there as a new stronghold. It is more suitable to cooperate with the Resistance Alliance to implement the grand plan of retaking Birmingham."

"But—" the wizard looked back at Hogwarts Castle and couldn't help but said, "We have worked so hard to build up to now, isn't it all in vain? This is the school we all once used, it is Hogwarts. Woz!"

However, Old Aslan frowned slightly:

"After all, this castle is just a thing. In our hearts, is Hogwarts just such a superficial existence?"

After all, he glanced at the direction of the lakeside seemingly unintentionally, then turned around with a wave of his hand.

"Let's go! Here is the responsibility of Mr. McLean, our shoulders are still more important than repairing a castle. Don't waste time."

Before he could speak, he walked straight to the school gate first.

Everyone saw that he was obviously determined, and immediately had to follow his footsteps one after another while looking back reluctantly.

But at this moment, Kate, who had been standing in the crowd, puzzled and confused with everyone...It was the "Kate who led a team to Weymouth some time ago to contact Hermione." Statham finally seemed to remember something, and ran two steps quickly to chase old Aslan's side.

"Wait...Wait..."

Seeing old Aslan's footsteps, she chased for a few more steps, and then simply grabbed the opponent's sleeve.

"Grandpa! I said wait! Mr. Weasley and they haven't come back yet!"

Listening to Ms. Statham's impatient call, she is the granddaughter of old Aslan?Not to mention that she hadn't told Hermione about it at the time, and even the companions who had gathered later hadn't heard of it.

"Kate..."

Old Aslan's footsteps finally stopped, but not because of Charlie Weasley mentioned by Ms. Statham, but because of her "Grandpa".

"Did you forgive Grandpa?" The old man looked at her and hesitated to ask.

Probably because the scene in front of him made the big guys feel quite puzzled, and there was curiosity in the puzzle, everyone stopped and watched silently behind them.

"Is Ms. Statham actually the granddaughter of the Old Sir? I always thought that she, like us, was a spontaneous alumnus who came together by chance!"

"Don't talk, see the situation first..."

The crowd talked softly like this one after another, but soon became quiet again because Ms. Statham spoke.

"Is it time to talk about this? I just want to remind you that Mr. Weasley has gone out on patrol and has not returned! They are the people I invited over from Weymouth, and no matter what happens, I cannot leave them behind. here!"

"This is not to leave them here," Old Aslan shook his head. "Isn't Mr. McLean here? You should know that they are friends."

Hearing his words, Ms. Statham seemed to finally realize something and subconsciously glanced towards the lake.

"Grandpa, what are you and him--"

"Let's go!"

Old Aslan interrupted her question when she raised her hand.

...

When Old Aslan and the others were leaving the school gate, Charlie was still flying Nobetta in the wind at the other end of the school.

He has already handed over the closer area to the two teams, and he has moved to the farther area for investigation.

There is no doubt that Hogwarts is a place of great significance to many people.This was true for the old Aslan and his group of "returnees", and it was naturally true for Charlie, Hermione and others.

Because of this, Hermione sent him here with two teams to follow Ms. Statham. After all, Hermione thought that they would return to this place sooner or later.

At the moment, as Charlie, who was sent to ensure the safety of the school and assist the old Aslan and the others in rebuilding the campus, he was naturally doing his best to "look after" this place that he missed so much.

"I don't know if Maca will take the time to come back and take a look." Charlie sat between the nape of Noberta and looked at the remaining mountains and the fog that can be seen a little further away, suddenly muttered, " Noberta, what do you say?"

"Gurulu—"

Fire Dragon Noberta seemed to understand what he was saying, and gave a low growl, not knowing what she was saying-at least even Charlie, who was proficient in fire dragon studies, could not understand the language of dragons.

But who knows that at this moment, Norberta suddenly turned his head, and then hovered and yelled a little nervously.

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