Chapter 367: Beginning of the Conference

Detention, this word stung Harry's eyes a bit.

However, what surprised them was that Mr. Filch didn't make things difficult for them, just brought them to the outskirts of the castle.

They walked through the pitch-black grounds in big strides, enduring the cold wind and heavy rain.

Harry didn't know what punishment they would receive at this time, so they felt even more uneasy.

Ma Er was shivering with fright, and Harry and the others weren't much better.

Sien was said to have gone to the Headmaster's office, and would set off with Headmaster Dumbledore and an alchemy professor.

Thinking that when they started detention, Sien and Headmaster Dumbledore were both not there, the crowd at this time realized that kind of deep panic.

They had already gotten used to Sien being there—no matter what happened, as long as Sien was still in the castle, they wouldn't be in real danger.

They understood this when the troll came last time, and this night walk incident deepened this impression.

Now, Sien was about to leave... but Professor Qiluo still existed, and became even more dangerous.

He could break out at any time and take Harry's life.

The moonlight was bright, but clouds kept drifting over to cover the moon, making them fall into darkness.

Harry could see the windows of Haige's cabin reflecting light. Then, they heard a shout from afar.

"Is that you, Filch? Hurry up, I'm about to set off."

"It's me."

Mr. Filch looked at them deeply, carrying a kind of disgust that Harry and the others couldn't understand.

Harry and the others heard Haige's voice and finally relaxed a bit; if they followed Haige, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

"You don't think you're going to have a good time with that fool, do you?

Think again, boy—you're going to the Forbidden Forest!"

Mr. Filch reminded them impatiently,

"Follow that fool well, otherwise you'll be in trouble!"

What he actually wanted to say wasn't just the trouble of the Forbidden Forest, but not to cause trouble for a certain young wizard.

"Forbidden Forest?"

Ma Er stopped his steps, his voice far from as calm as usual,

"We can't go in in the middle of the night—there's everything in there—I heard there are werewolves."

"That's what you asked for!"

Mr. Filch's attitude toward Ma Er was disgust,

"Don't let me catch you avoiding detention, especially you!"

He glared at Ma Er fiercely, then left here.

Outside the Forbidden Forest, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Professor Qiluo, wrapped in a headscarf, was trembling in the corner; he had been forced to the final moment; he pretended to look at the biscuit placed with the sundries casually, and his hungry stomach indeed made a sound.

At this time, he started to find some cookies slowly. The firelight illuminated this corner, and then swayed away.

At the same time, in the Headmaster's office.

Sien looked at Professor Marcus Maige curiously; he hadn't heard that the professor was good at alchemy; he thought he still understood too little.

"My disciple, come to me."

Professor Taila first looked at Professor Marcus Maige, both sides nodded politely, and then Professor Taila held Sien's hand.

Headmaster Dumbledore's eyes narrowed into a slit:

"Time is truly a fascinating thing; in the blink of an eye, it took away those memories from me; I almost forgot..."

Fawkes, perched on his arm, opened its eyes, and then he took a sip of hot tea kindly,

"Minerva, my excellent student, I think how many times I invited you to go see it together, I didn't expect to succeed at this time... truly—it makes one feel joy..."

Sien understood now; just like Flora Olivia Taila could take her student Sien Green to go,

Albus Dumbledore could of course also take his dear student Minerva Marcus Maige to go together.

Very few young wizards would know that the Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts were actually a pair of teacher and student.

The crackling sound of the fireplace in the Headmaster's office was mixed with the bubbling sound, and the silverware also made a clinking collision sound.

In Sien's hand, the invitation letter for the International Alchemy Conference flew out automatically, and before long, it transformed into a peculiar portal:

Various magic runes were engraved on it, and the runes in the very center were "Legend," "Era," and "Future."

"Hold me tight." ===== CHAPTER 368 =====