In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 483 481. A proof

Under Slughorn's spell, the mirror changed completely.

Its height reaches the ceiling, with a golden frame and two claw-shaped feet supporting it. The top is engraved with the words "Eris Stella Oheru Ayite Ubi Kafulu Ayiteon Wo" Hess".

Jon looked at the mirror in shock, and at the same time, his face was reflected on the mirror.

That was not the Spike he was pretending to be now, but the original Jon.

The background he was in in the mirror was not in such an empty secret room. It was a large auditorium with four neatly arranged long tables filled with students wearing Hogwarts robes, reflecting the outside. On the ceiling of the starry sky, the ghosts belonging to various colleges gathered together with the students on four long tables. On the high platform at the end, there was a row of elderly wizards sitting. Next to them was a shabby old wizard. There is a long line of young freshmen in front of the hat.

Jon looked at the scene in the mirror in a daze, but Slughorn next to him had a knowing smile on his face.

"Do you see what you desire?"

Jon blinked and touched his face, and his other self in the mirror also touched his face.

"Is this mirror the Mirror of Erised?"

"Yes, you may have seen it in some ancient book. This mirror allows people to see what they desire most in their hearts, and the picture in the mirror now is what you desire most."

Of course, Jon was also very aware of the function of this mirror. He tentatively touched his pocket, but there was still nothing in it, and nothing suddenly appeared.

"So Voldemort hid this mirror and put it here for what purpose?"

Jon turned to look at Slughorn and asked. Slughorn thought about this for a moment, and then he took the empty wooden box from the desk beside him.

"This mirror has been stored in Hogwarts before. I met Dumbledore when he was the Dean of Slytherin. So Voldemort should have taken it after he occupied Hogwarts Castle. It moved here, and Eris' sunglasses not only allow people to see what he desires, but the most important thing is that they can communicate between the world in the mirror and reality."

He said as he handed the empty wooden box to Jon.

After Jon received the box in front of the mirror, the image of the box naturally appeared in the Mirror of Erised. At this moment, Jon suddenly felt that the wooden box added some weight!

This kind of perception is not obvious, but it can still be felt very clearly!

Jon turned and looked at Slughorn, and both of them held their breath involuntarily.

The box was opened again, and this time it was no longer empty, but filled with golden gravel!

These gravels were obviously exactly the same as those obtained from Snape, but they clearly filled the entire wooden box but did not make people feel much weight.

Jon clearly felt that the extra things in the box were not just as simple as these gravels. He reached in and pushed aside the gravels, and easily took out an object from it.

That's a time-turner!

From the outside, this converter was no different from the broken ones in the Time Hall, but when Jon pulled him out of the gravel, it was still sliding down those small golden particles, but It itself has no trace of loss or wear, but the hands on the dial are constantly rotating.

"Is this what we're going to find?"

Slughorn also looked at the time turner, his voice clearly filled with doubts and confusion.

Jon obviously didn't understand what was different about this time turner, but what he knew was that they didn't have much time to stay here. After getting the thing, they had to leave as soon as possible. Dandy's patrol would arrive soon. come here.

Decisively closing the box, Jon and Slughorn put on invisibility cloaks and left the Hall of Time with the wooden box filled with gold sand.

They returned to Slughorn's office. After locking the door, Jon placed the wooden box on the table.

"We have to contact the professor. Tomorrow is Christmas. We got the things according to the time. Then, what is the use of this time turner?"

After Jon took the time converter out of the box, it stopped the process of constantly disintegrating and sliding down the gold sand. If the hands on the dial were not still rotating differently, then it would be different from the other ones. The time converter makes no difference at all.

Slughorn was already prepared before Jon spoke. He took out a box of Floo powder from the drawer and took Jon to the bedroom inside the office, where there was a channel he had privately connected to. Fireplace to French Floo.

There was no need to light the fire, he just pinched some floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace.

"Albus Dumbledore's office."

After his words fell, the green flames in the fireplace began to rise, and soon Dumbledore's old face was revealed by the flames.

"We found that thing you said produced gold dust, Albus. It was a time-turner with a spinning hand."

Slughorn didn't waste any more nonsense and got straight to the point.

After hearing his words, Dumbledore became obviously silent. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and he didn't speak until a long time later.

"You did a good job, Jon, Horace. But even if you get this thing, don't leave the Department of Mysteries easily for the time being, and don't expose your identity. Now is not the time to alert the enemy."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Jon couldn't help but interject.

"So Professor, don't you need me and the teacher to be here for tomorrow's battle?"

Dumbledore shook his head decisively.

"You have more important things. Remember my words. From 12 noon tomorrow, you must find a place that is absolutely quiet and undisturbed, and keep staring at this time converter. If it comes to 8 p.m. , it hasn’t changed at all, so just like today, use this fireplace’s floo network to contact my office.”

Listening to what Dumbledore said, Jon had a strange premonition in his heart for some reason.

"What exactly do you want us to do, Professor?"

"You need to observe one thing, the most important thing Jon, maybe the source of everything is here, and I am going to create such an opportunity for you. This is also an attempt."

Dumbledore's voice was calm.

"I don't know if this attempt will be successful, but the answer will be revealed tomorrow. Until now, I don't know whether I want my guess to come true or not."

He didn't give Jon another chance to speak, and just emphasized at the end.

"Remember what I said, you must keep an eye on this time turner, no matter what happens outside!"

The green flame extinguished immediately, and the bedroom became quiet again, leaving only Slughorn and Jon looking at each other.

"Don't blame Albus." Slughorn said broadly. "Actually, I can understand him sometimes. It's not that he doesn't want to tell things, but sometimes, other people know something, which will affect the future. The trajectory will have different deflections, so in order to be fully prepared, he only needs to tell us what to do, and that is enough."

Jon shook his head, indicating that he did not mean to blame Dumbledore. He actually felt a little strange. Not only was the time turner strange, but Dumbledore's reaction was also strange.

But just like Slughorn said, out of absolute trust in Dumbledore, it was enough for them to just do what he said.

So, the night before Christmas passed peacefully.

But in fact, the battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort in Carrow Manor had already spread throughout Europe.

Every wizard knows that perhaps the war between Dumbledore and Voldemort, which has lasted for nearly twenty years, is about to usher in the final battle!

Even if they knew the dangers involved, there were still many good people who came to the UK. They didn't want to miss such a showdown of the century. Even more people did not join the Witch Leveling Line, but they respected Dumbledore and wanted to see it in person. Come and pay homage to this battle that is destined to leave a mark in his life.

On Christmas Day, children in the British Muggle society have opened their eyes and are excitedly opening Christmas presents. This is a unique day in the entire history of magic, and it has quietly arrived.

On this day, the entire Ministry of Magic was quiet.

Except for a small number of confidential departments, all other employees did not come to work, and the main hall became quieter than ever before, as if it was not Christmas.

This kind of silence lasted for most of the day, until around three or four o'clock that afternoon, the elevator that only visitors could take slowly started, carrying an old man who was really only a guest to this place. In the main hall.

Dumbledore stepped out of the elevator. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the statue of magic as power, as if he missed the time when the Magic Brothers Fountain was there.

And at some point, a young and handsome wizard with a pale face also appeared next to the statue.

Voldemort's eyes became like the vertical eyes of a poisonous snake. He stared at Dumbledore, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"Albus Dumbledore, I really want to know, have you ever regretted burning me to death in the Wu Orphanage instead of taking me to Hogwarts?"