Chapter 168: The Fall of Hogwarts

Taking advantage of Eve's rest, Harry found her. Her face was flushed, and she looked very excited.

Unlike Na Wei and Hanna who had scruples, Eve and Luo En both played very happily on the dance floor. They danced with many different Muggle dance partners until they were exhausted.

"Eve, I am asking you very seriously." Harry said. "Did you think of holding this dance party yourself, or did someone suggest you could hold it?"

Eve's face suddenly turned white.

"Don't treat me like a fool." Harry said a bit dissatisfied. "Although I'm not sure what you think, but if it disrupts my plan—"

"Young Master Harry." The butler suddenly ran over. "Mr. Longbottom just found me and said he wanted to send you a birthday gift."

"But Na Wei has already sent me a set of potion materials." Harry didn't pay attention to saying things about the magic world for a while, but he couldn't care about the wording, because he suddenly remembered that Na Wei had been on the dance floor and had never gone out.

"Carson, say it again, who gave you the things?" Harry narrowed his eyes and said softly.

"It's Mr. Longbottom; he just knocked on my door in a hurry, saying he was in a hurry to leave, and asked me to pass it on..." Carson's voice also gradually became smaller, because he also noticed that Na Wei was enjoying a good time on the dance floor at this time.

"You take it to the reception room first, I'll be there later." Harry decided to go see what it was, but not by himself. He suspected that this fake Na Wei had something strange, so he intended to call Sirius.

"I'll talk to you later." Harry didn't have much mind to argue with Eve at this time, so he hurried to find Sirius.

When Harry walked into the reception room, what he saw was a painting placed on the shelf, covered with a white canvas. From this point alone, perhaps it was not necessarily a painting.

After sending the butler away, Sirius carefully uncovered the canvas with a Levitation Charm.

However, the moment he saw the painting, Harry suddenly let out a sigh of relief. On the painting was the seventeen-year-old Na Wei, wearing a dirty gray sweater, covered in blood. He was swinging the Gryffindor sword with all his might, cutting off the head of a white snake, and that snake immediately turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Na Wei had described this scene to him more than once; this was the situation he saw in the Mirror of Erised. Behind Na Wei in the painting were the broken walls of Hogwarts, and that snake was Fu Di Mo's last trace of vitality.

However, what Harry cared about even more was that this large white snake with flower spots was exactly the same as the one he saw in his dream.

"It's okay, this should be what Na Wei gave me." Harry walked forward with a frown; he was full of doubts in his heart at this time.

A note was attached to the frame, on which was written: This painting has two names, "No More," or, "Hogwarts Falls."

Harry took down the note; nothing was written on the back. Besides this, the painting didn't contain more information. The painting was a magic photo; the Na Wei in the painting would cut off the snake's head more than once. Harry just watched the large snake in the painting turn into black smoke again and again, reset, and turn into black smoke again. He was silent and confused, unable to figure out all this.

"How can you be sure it was Na Wei who gave it to you?" Sirius said a bit puzzled. "As far as I know, he never left the dance hall."

"But this scene is clearly Na Wei's desire." Harry pondered, touching his chin. "If, if there is also Na Wei in the dance hall, and the one who sent the painting is also Na Wei, there are two Na Weis."

In Sirius's suspicious eyes, Harry said a phrase he didn't recognize, "Hai Pa Sheng Shi."

"Na Wei specifically chose to send the painting during the dance party because he knew he was dancing, which could avoid the two Na Weis meeting." Harry nodded lightly. "It seems that's how it is. He wants to convey some information to me, and it's not convenient to say it clearly. This must involve some secrets of time and fate. No, I think I can't tell you either."

Harry turned to Sirius and said: "This matter is afraid of being dangerous if said out, but you can believe that this painting is safe."

"Alright, Harry has grown up and has secrets." Sirius teased. "Fine, then I'll believe you for now."

"I think the most important keywords are oil painting, defeating Fu Di Mo, and the two names of the painting." Harry said softly. "Hogwarts Falls is easy to understand, but 'No More,' why say that?"

"If it's not just a name, but also a spell at the same time." Sirius followed Harry's train of thought. "Just like Tang Nade activating the Seven Deadly Sins, what would happen if you recited 'No More' to the oil painting?"

"Back off, let me try." Sirius pointed his wand at the painting and recited softly: "No More."

Harry noticed that the air around the painting seemed to start to twist. The canvas that was originally loosely draped on the edge of the painting suddenly disappeared, and Sirius suddenly sat on the ground, panting heavily.

"This spell almost drained my magic power." He said. "But what the effect is, I didn't look closely. Where did the canvas go?"

"In the painting." Harry looked at the painting and said. "Look here, there is a piece of white cloth covering this stone. It wasn't there originally."

Sirius looked at the painting and pondered. Thinking about it carefully, it was very abrupt for a piece of white cloth to appear on the battlefield of Hogwarts. Although the position it existed in was very low-key, it indeed shouldn't exist there.

"If the spell's effect is to press things into the painting." Sirius's expression was even more confused. "And it needs to spend so much magic power, I completely cannot understand."

"Whether you want to hide something or destroy it, there are better spells." He put away his wand and slowly stood up. "You don't know how exhausting this spell is."

"Alright, but this painting still needs to be hidden well." Harry opened the door. He didn't see anyone else, so he simply locked the reception room, intending to consider where to hide it tomorrow.

When Harry returned to the dance hall, Eve walked to him cautiously and said in a low voice: "Sorry."

"Oh? You intend to admit your mistake?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"It was Tang Nade who suggested I hold this dance party. He also told me to wear clothes with lotus-leaf collars and large lace, preferably light purple or light brown." Eve lowered her head. Obviously, this kind of dress was to adapt to Luo En's flamboyant dress robe.

"It's okay, I don't blame you." Harry touched her head. "But next time you must tell me about this kind of thing, don't make a decision yourself and keep me in the dark."

"Alright, I just think Tang Nade has been a professor after all, he shouldn't be unfavorable to us." Eve said in a low voice.

"That's because you don't know Quirrell." Harry sighed. "It's okay, you go back to play."

"That's good." Eve revealed a smile again, and then returned to the dance floor.

Harry pondered Tang Nade's layout. From the confrontation in the Chamber of Secrets in the second year, he knew that there might be some divination master familiar with fate around Tang Nade, so he predicted many things, such as the location of the Chamber, the time and place of the attack, etc. In this way, it was not surprising that he predicted the style of Luo En's dress robe.

In this way, another benefit of this dance party for him was that Eve's attire might be understood by Luo En as considerate or deliberately showing favor. In short, Luo En would be further locked down and would definitely not threaten him in pursuing Hermione.

From Tang Nade's vigilance against Luo En, perhaps in the prophecy, Luo En was Hermione's original boyfriend. In this way, his knight education also appeared completely unobtrusive.

Harry suddenly remembered Zhang Qiu's divination. She once said on the train in the first year that Hermione should come to this carriage. If that was true, then the story might become completely different. Luo En and Hermione would naturally become familiar with each other and become good friends through this, plus the matter of Wan Shengjie. However, in that case, Hermione on Wan Shengjie might not necessarily hide in the bathroom because of a quarrel. Then, Hermione bought a cat in the third year, and at that time Luo En's pet was a mouse. Originally, this was nothing, but Zhang Qiu's divination showed that they would often quarrel because of this. If they were not very good friends, who would care whether someone else's pet was a cat or a mouse?

All of this was because Hermione didn't come to this carriage. A small choice in life would change almost her entire life's fate. This is how magical and moving it is.

And, Hermione said that she was in the same carriage as Na Wei on the train in the first year. Na Wei was a person full of masculine spirit, so she didn't come out to visit. Then, the one who caused Na Wei to be full of masculine spirit was undoubtedly that Chinese person, Li Ao. It is said that he also had a grudge with Zhang Qiu's master.

In this way, Li Ao unexpectedly gave Xuanjun a big problem, he disrupted the original fate of Luo En and Hermione, making Zhang Qiu very distressed, that is truly very magical.

Harry looked at Luo En on the dance floor and Hermione beside the dance floor with interest. Hermione would suddenly become radiant in the fourth year, and by then Luo En, who was already by her side, could take the lead. And now, Tang Nade, who was also familiar with divination, came to intercept the Hu, and Luo En was still completely unaware. Harry couldn't help but remark that fate is truly exquisite and unpredictable.

At the end of the dance party, the Muggle guests left one after another. Harry and Luo En chatted for a while, and after watching him return to his room, he also went back to sleep with a smile.

Except for Na Wei coming from the future to send a painting that made him confused, other things were all to his liking. Although the dance party was deliberately held by Eve to provide convenience for Tang Nade, frankly speaking, Harry also played very happily. There are no children of this age who don't like dance parties.

Early the next morning, Harry immediately thought of the oil painting he locked in the reception room. If Luo En and Hermione's marriage had many twists and turns, the time traveler was fate's deliberate arrangement. There must be some secret hidden in this painting. At some point in the future, perhaps it would be useful.

Harry opened the door, and at this time he discovered that on the floor in front of the easel, a white canvas was lying quietly. ===== CHAPTER 169 =====