Chapter 637: Rain Never Stops

The night is long, and the stars are bright.

Hogwarts Castle is filled with peaceful blue in the ink-like black.

There is basically no one in the corridor.

Only a few members of the Castle Cat Club pass by occasionally.

They are chattering, and their words are full of envy for Harry and Ginny's dream encounters.

Unfortunately, Christmas has passed for so long, but they still haven't made any progress.

The black cat that holds good luck has not visited anyone's dreams again.

It's as if the story of the past was really just a beautiful dream.

On Sean's chest, the Book of Wizards and the Soul Relic hang, swaying gently with the breeze.

Beside him, Jia Siting and Hermione walk with light steps.

The diadem was destroyed.

There is visible joy on their faces—although Voldemort may return, if they are like this...

Fight, fight, and fight again, Voldemort may never come back.

However, at the same time, they still have many, many questions.

"Horcrux, Voldemort's means of resurrection, what is... the principle?"

Hermione asked carefully.

Sean paused and shook his head slightly at Hermione without answering.

Just as described in "Moste Potente Potions," this is a topic that should not be discussed.

Even Headmaster Dumbledore, when necessary, only told Harry and the others.

After all, this is the temptation of immortality.

Such a secret, it's enough to let it be buried in the hearts of some people who are hard to be shaken.

"Hermione, please, Sean is not omnipotent; maybe we should ask Headmaster Dumbledore this question?"

Jia Siting blinked.

Hermione didn't speak either. In fact, both she and Jia Siting understood one thing, that Sean probably knew; he always knew more than anyone else.

Whether this is because of his overly keen insight or his deep thinking ability, the result is that the number of secrets he knows can even rival Headmaster Dumbledore.

If the Castle Cat Club pulled out a banner saying that the lucky black cat is familiar with everything in Hogwarts Castle and is the true incarnation of Hogwarts Castle, then they couldn't agree more.

But this also means he thinks more than they do.

If Sean is unwilling to say, apart from a little disappointment, Hermione and Jia Siting only have their usual trust left.

At this moment, it is close to curfew, and the members of the Castle Cat Club are returning one after another, disappointed.

The three of them walked quietly, occasionally hearing the cat meows of Mrs. Norris and the sound of castle armor rubbing.

"Guys, be happy, we have stopped the Dark Lord's return again."

Jia Siting looked at Hermione, who was immersed in inexplicable thinking, and Sean, who was always reading quietly, and said with a little excitement.

"Yeah, again."

Hermione was thinking about many things in her head. If someone counted, they would know that in just over a year, they had already fought Voldemort three times.

Each time, there was plenty of danger.

This undoubtedly made her doubt, is Hogwarts really the safest place?

If it is, then why are they a bit battered every year?

From Voldemort possessing Professor Qiluo to sneak in, to Voldemort's diary, and finally Voldemort defiling the diadem...

She saw that terrible head emitting black smoke.

She had no doubt that if Sean hadn't made full preparations, that thing would definitely have caused huge destruction.

"The result is, we won again."

Jia Siting said.

"But what if one day... we lose?"

Hermione was silent for a long time before asking, her gaze never leaving Sean.

The little wizard walked quietly, and the moonlight stretched his shadow very long.

"Then we lose together."

Jia Siting smiled, he finished speaking slowly, and strode to follow.

Hermione stood in place, her lips tightly pursed, and then she quickly followed.

At this moment, Hogwarts Castle had no headmaster, no professors, only the three of them.

In this winter, accompanied by the fireplace and books, stating the same determination over and over again.

The night was about to turn deep.

Outside the castle, it started to rain with snow.

But the wizards here don't care about the rain,

Because their lives have always been raining.

Christmas is going to have a holiday of more than three weeks.

During this holiday, the little wizards play happily, and the newly published Green Notes allow them to learn the remaining homework without any effort.

Of course, it would be great if a certain Mr. Green could write the answers directly, so they could even save the steps of understanding.

In the Cottage of Hope.

Hermione looked curiously at the notes she participated in writing; the "Daily Prophet" said this was enough to be included by the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic was said to be really considering it.

When she walked into the room holding the book like this, she realized that Sean, who was also holding a book, and a surprised Jia Siting were standing in front of her.

"Well, this is the true appearance of the Cottage of Hope..."

Sean had the "Book of Ghosts" he often read in his hand, and he had expected the changes in the Cottage of Hope, but he was still a little surprised.

Not to mention Hermione and Jia Siting who returned to school early.

"What a big kitchen."

Hermione sighed at a loss.

In front of her, the Cottage of Hope had undergone great changes, although the main body they decorated was no different. But in the back, there was an extra small door, and behind the door was a huge kitchen.

It was warm and polished to a shine.

Various facilities were available: above the fireplace were pots stirring automatically, various ovens were placed beside the air where the flames twisted, and countless ingredients filled the entire shiny rack hanging with ribbons and small lanterns...

On top of the refrigerator in front of the rack was breakfast pudding: a large pile of whipped cream, with sugared violets... a large piece of roast meat was hissing in the oven.

Even a small garden appeared, suitable for seasonal flowers to bloom intensely in winter.

Sean naturally knew that this was a place for dining, but compared to the small garden, he cared more about the suddenly appearing ingredients.

"Mr. Owl, is this from Hogwarts' kitchen?"

Sean asked.

His voice drifted, and Jia Siting, who was full of happiness, and Hermione, who was stunned, noticed the owl portrait entering the room.

"Obviously, I moved it out of the portrait—"

Mr. Owl said with his head held high.

"Oh, is that so?!"

Jia Siting suddenly realized.

"...... Stupid beyond cure"

The owl portrait should have known that this guy has always trusted owls too much.

"But, wouldn't the kitchen..."

Hermione was a little worried after the surprise.

"Stupid little wizard—your requests are not worth mentioning at all..."

The owl portrait hummed, then curled his lips. ===== CHAPTER 638 =====