Replayed Scenes

Upon hearing this, Ryan's eyes immediately sharpened, like a hawk spotting its prey.

His extraordinary intuition as a wizard with Third Eye, along with the punctuation marks left by Ryan on most of the Order of the Phoenix members except Dumbledore, made him feel as if he had returned to an hour earlier and witnessed the conversation in the Headmaster's Office.

"Dumbledore, I think you've made a mistake!"

"Karkaroff's words had never been so well-organized: 'I investigated all the regular places where wizarding groups in London frequented: Defina Coripp's shop, Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Glaum's Wizarding Attire, Quidditch Museum, Leaky Cauldron, St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and the headquarters of the Britain Ministry of Magic.'"

"Such a change, and not through magic, you should know how dangerous Grindelwald is—your lover!" Snape's ginger-colored face was contorted with grime, spittle flying everywhere, all revealing his worry.

"I know him very well." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow but did not refute Snape's rude address.

No, you don't understand.

"If you really understand, then tell me, why did Grindelwald leave Nurmengard?"

"And that Invisibility Cloak he was talking about—I know Harry's disgusting father had one, and he used to brag about it; it was inherited from his grandfather."

"You know, the Invisibility Cloak doesn't usually last that long, and you gave it to Harry— " Snape seemed to be enraged. He walked quickly around Dumbledore, his greasy long hair tangled in mid-air, and the black cloak behind him flapped like bat wings.

"You're worried about Harry."

"You're worried this will implicate him." Dumbledore pushed up his Half-moon Spectacles, suddenly realizing.

No, not entirely.

"If something really happens to you, I will also—" Snape's words caught in his throat, and he also suddenly stopped in his tracks, standing still with his brows furrowed and his mouth forming a shape.

"Severus," Dumbledore sighed, wiping his eyes with his hand, "Is no threat to Harry."

"The same goes for me." Dumbledore, but Snape's expression remained as unchanged as an iceberg frozen for a thousand years.

"First of all, the reason Gellert mentioned the Invisibility Cloak through Karkaroff was simply to make me understand why he was released from prison. At the same time, it was also an invitation I couldn't refuse."

"So, your worries about Harry are unnecessary."

"Also, if Gellert really wanted to attack me, it wouldn't be this quick. You know, I'll be coming to Hogwarts next year for the Triwizard Tournament." Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, leaned back in his chair, and patiently explained to Snape.

"Let's assume you and Harry will be alright."

"What is the reason that is impossible to refuse?" Snape maintained his aggressive tone.

However, his mouth has returned to its original shape.

"That's very rude."

"How dare you, as the Head of Slytherin, speak to the Headmaster like that? If it were me back then..." Phineas Nigellus Black Family, the most disliked Headmaster in the portrait on the wall, opened his eyes.

"You were the Slytherin Head of House back then, weren't you?" The chubby, red-nosed Fosco Florin opened his eyes as well.

However, the other former principals in the portraits remain asleep.

"You know perfectly well what I mean!" Phineas tugged at his goatee in anger.

"A reason? A hope, a hope to salvage everything." Dumbledore ignored the conversation between Phineas and Fosco in the portrait on the wall. He stood up, and for the first time, the smile that had always graced his face disappeared. His pale blue eyes shone with a light that no one could understand.

After a long silence, Dumbledore finally came to his senses. "Oh, right, go tell Hagrid that he might as well ask his friends for their opinions on that matter."

"You want to know where Voldemort is right now?"

"Through Harry?" Snape's Harry security radar immediately activated.

"Yes, he may have had another dream." Dumbledore stretched out his right hand, and Fawkes the Phoenix flew to his right hand and gently pecked Dumbledore's ear with its beak.

A Spark appeared, and the next second Dumbledore vanished without a trace.

In the real world, Ryan opened his eyes.

"Interesting, Grindelwald is finally going to meet Dumbledore," Ryan thought to himself.

This long-awaited moment—the cross-century meeting between the Greatest White Wizard and the first Dark Lord.

Ryan couldn't help but feel a happy kind of trouble.

Should we enjoy "Harry Potter and Hagrid's Troubles" first, or watch "Bram Stoker's Dracula: The Clash of Black and White Again!"?

Although he could split himself in two or watch two places simultaneously, the sense of ritual would be lost.

While Ryan was still struggling with his decision, Ron's words helped Ryan make the decision.

"Let's do it tomorrow." Ron winked at Harry.

He also wanted to take advantage of the fact that he hadn't been away from Moon City for long to sort out the knowledge he had learned from "The Magic of Emotions".

"Yeah, we're exhausted." Harry secretly pinched his thigh, making a face that looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"It's all because of Fred and George!"

"Because finding them took too much of our energy." Ginny echoed Harry's words, her square face drooping.

Although Ryan didn't think much of her, her face, which Westerners liked, combined with her tearful expression, made Harry unconsciously pull Ginny into his arms.

Ron, standing to the side, began to doubt his decision. Should he stop pretending to be tired?

However, his thirst for knowledge, along with his pre-existing resistance to Harry and Ginny's interactions, prevented him from saying much more.

"Then you should go and rest."

"I'll write to Hagrid and tell him, tomorrow, right?" Draco sensed something was off, but Pansy, to his right, tugged at his sleeve.

For Pansy, it was fine because Draco accepted Harry and the others.

If she also had to include Hagrid, whom she considered a complete idiot, she became a little unhappy.

"Yes, tomorrow."

"After lunch tomorrow," Harry nodded.

He suddenly remembered that he also needed to quickly transfer the text on the parchment he had created using Transfiguration into his notebook.

Otherwise, the above content will be gone.

He remembered the content of the Magical Theory well.

However, memorizing the recipe for the blood-replacing Potions, as well as the precautions for its creation, was still quite difficult for him.

So, as they jogged toward the lounge, Ryan concealed himself again, disappearing from their memories.