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0233 Two Problems

The kitchen was like a deep, dark cave, surrounded by rough stone walls that seemed to close in on them. Most of the light came from the large fireplace at one end of the room, which Bryan had lit for warmth. The smoke from the chimneys filled the air, creating a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. The heavy iron pots and pans hanging from the blackened ceiling looked menacing and terrifying in the smoky haze, as if they could fall and crush them at any moment.

Sirius was no longer bound ...

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0232 Explanation

“You want to see Dumbledore?” Bryan smiled, a cold and mocking smile that made Sirius shiver. “You hope that the good old Dumbledore will send you back to Azkaban, so that you can hide in that dark and damp prison and linger on, until the day your old master returns to the wizarding world, and grants you the supreme glory?”

The silver-striped green snake that coiled around Sirius spat out a crimson tongue, cruelly licking Sirius’s cheek like a razor blade. Bryan showed a conte...

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0231 Wait

Sirius had barely recovered from the shock of seeing Bryan Watson enter the mansion, when a shrill voice pierced his ears.

"Filthy, lowly mudblood has invaded my mistress's house and harmed my noble mistress!"

It was Kreacher, his house-elf, who had crawled out of the shadows. His old, wrinkled nose was red with rage, and a disgusting thick mucus dripped down his chin. He extended his bony finger and pointed it at Bryan, who was walking towards Sirius.

"Kreacher will avenge ...

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0230 The Black Manor

As soon as Sirius Black stepped into the dark and dusty hallway of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, he was greeted by a cacophony of shrieks and howls. The portraits that lined the walls, depicting various members of the ancient and noble Black family, woke up one by one from their slumber and expressed their outrage at his presence. Their screams were like the noise produced by the machinery in a Muggle factory running at full capacity, causing even the air to ripple with sound waves.

H...

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0229 Sadness

A blinding flash of light, and Bryan emerged from the state of apparition. It was not his own choice, but something had violently forced him out of the void.

“Sure enough–”

He surveyed the bronze chain wall in front of him, and behind the chain wall, the turbulent space currents resembling raging rivers and the five-story floating building looming above it, Bryan smiled with satisfaction.

The Black family’s old mansion was located in Grimmauld Square, a quiet suburb ...

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0228 Resistance

The Shrieking Shack was as silent as a tomb, except for the faint sound of a needle dropping on the wooden floor. A subtle but deadly aura filled the air, making every breath feel like a razor blade.

In the dimly lit living room, Bryan was sitting on a soft chair, resting his elbow on the armrest. He supported his tilted cheek with a clenched fist, observing the large black dog that lay motionless on the sofa. The dog’s fur was matted and dirty, and its eyes were wide with fear. A col...

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0227 Hello

The room was a dismal sight, a testament to years of neglect and decay. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls, revealing patches of mold and cracks. The floor was stained with dirt, blood, and other unidentifiable substances. The furniture was broken and splintered, as if someone had vented their rage on it. The windows were boarded up with thick plywood, blocking any natural light or fresh air.

Bryan hovered in mid-air, his eyes scanning the surroundings and then his eyes darkened. View Post

0226 His Dilemma

Crookshanks lazily stretched his furry body, curling up into a cozy round shape on the messy pile of dried grass. However, the temperature inside the dark and damp cave was too low, and the grass beneath him couldn’t provide any warmth. He felt a chill run through his spine, making him shiver slightly.

Dumbledore still hadn’t returned to Hogwarts.

This was the news brought by Crookshanks today. For the large black dog, this was undoubtedly good news. But when he thought about ...

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0225 Interrogation

“Professor Watson told me that he accidentally learned from you a few secret passages leading to the outside of the castle. Harry, how did you know the location of these passages so clearly?”

‘This is weird’ Harry thought, as he faced Lupin’s interrogation.

Professor Watson had not asked too much about how he had found those secret passages, but Professor Lupin seemed very concerned after he had learned about it. Even though it was so late, he had actually chase...

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0224 Mistakes

The moment Harry uttered the words that he might have discovered a hidden passage that Filch was unaware of, Bryan felt a surge of dread and realization. He and everyone else in the school, including the ‘wise’ Headmaster, had overlooked a crucial flaw in their security measures against Black’s invasion.

On the night they had returned to Hogwarts for the new term, Bryan had instructed Filch to seal off all the secret passages that led to the outside of the castle. Filch had assure...

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0223 Secrets

“Where is your courage, Potter?”

When Professor Watson uttered these words, Hermione let out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy burden lift from her shoulders. She finally understood that Professor Watson was not going to kill them, but just wanted to teach Harry a valuable lesson in his own unconventional way.

Harry realized this too, but his lips were dry and pale, and he couldn’t utter a word. He looked like a lost soul, wandering in the dark.

Yes, where is my...

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0222 Sirius-Black

Bryan led Hermione, Ron, and Harry, who had calmed down a bit after the cold wind had numbed their senses, through the winding corridors adorned with festive holly and mistletoe ribbons. He proudly told the three young wizards that he had made these decorations himself.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Professor Watson to his office on the third floor, feeling a mix of curiosity and dread. They knew this place well, unlike most of the other students, who rarely got a chance to see the ...

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0221 Talks

In the cozy and crowded Three Broomsticks pub, Fudge and several Hogwarts staff members were having a private conversation, but they were not as discreet as they thought. Their voices were muffled by the noise of the other customers, but they could still be heard by anyone who paid close attention. Harry, Ron and Hermione were not the only ones who were eavesdropping on them. The other students sitting nearby were also listening secretly, pretending to be busy with their drinks and snacks. View Post

0220 Hogsmeade

The snow drifted down like soft, white plumes, enveloping the world in fog. The landscape was a blur of grey and white, and the only sound was the muffled crunch of boots on the frozen ground.

The cold north wind sliced through their clothes like a blade, and every time someone came in or out, the cold wind that poured into the pub from the door caused people to exclaim in unison. They shivered and wrapped their cloaks tighter around them, seeking warmth and comfort in the cozy atmosphe...

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0219 Next Year's Event

It was the first day of December, a weekend, and Bryan woke up to a pleasant surprise. He pulled open the curtains with a smile and gazed at the clear sky. The drizzling rain that had been falling for almost half a month had finally stopped, and the clouds parted, revealing a dazzling blue sky that contrasted with the white snow. However, the temperature had dropped sharply, and the muddy field outside the castle was covered with white frost that sparkled in the sunlight.

He could see h...

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0218 Life

Hogwarts was enveloped in a peaceful atmosphere for a few weeks after the thrilling Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The only exception was Bryan Watson, the Ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who had been appointed as the director of the student safety office by the Ministry of Magic, and the huge and frightening Patronus he had cast on the Quidditch pitch, which resembled a monstrous Winged-Snake. The sight of the silvery beast flying over the stadium had stunned ev...

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HAPPY NEW YEAR

Dear Readers and Patrons,

As the year 2023 comes to an end, I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for your continued support and encouragement. You have been the source of inspiration and motivation for me to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. 

As we welcome the new year 2024, I wish you all the best for your health, happiness, and success. I also look forward to bringing you more stories that will entertain you.

Happy New Year!

Your Author

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0217 Teach Me

Harry understood the implication of Professor Watson's words. His broom looked as if it had been repaired, but it was still severely damaged inside. The magic that held it together was fragile and unstable. He could keep it as a souvenir, but it was useless for Quidditch matches. Unless he wanted to risk his life, of course, by flying on a broom that could fall apart at any moment.

"Thank you, Professor. This is good enough." Harry took his retired Nimbus 2000 and muttered, trying to hi...

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0216 Repair

Harry clutched the bag that contained the shattered remains of his beloved Nimbus 2000, feeling a surge of anxiety and regret. He sat down on a wooden chair in the small office, where two other men greeted him with friendly smiles.

Surprisingly, Professor Watson, the director of the office, remained silent, but just gazed at him with a gleam in his eyes. He did not say anything else, as if he was waiting for Harry to speak first.

“Today, Minerva came over and told me about your ...

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0215 Visit

Ron and Hermione wanted to come over and chat with Harry after dinner, but Harry declined their offer with a vague excuse and only asked Ron to go back to the dormitory and bring his backpack for him.

“I have some homework to catch up on,” Harry said, hoping that they would not notice his expressions. He opened his backpack and took a quick glance at the contents. Then he said casually, “I need a quiet environment to deal with my history of magic homework, so you can go and do you...

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0214 Troubles

Professor Flitwick and Hagrid were guarding the gate, while Professor Snape and Filch were assigned to patrol all night. Bryan, who was in charge of the safety of all teachers and students at Hogwarts, couldn't go back to his office and sleep. After sending away Filch and the bewildered Neville, Bryan walked with his Head of the house in the courtyard.

Under the gradually cooling moonlight, they could see the undulating forest and the snow-covered mountains in the distance. The white on...

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0213 Guarantee

The storm that had been raging for days with thunder and lightning finally subsided, but the hazy moonlight was still barely visible through the thick stratus clouds that covered the night sky.

Perhaps it was because Bryan had subdued the Dementors guarding the entrance of Hogwarts with his powerful magic, the cold wind that roamed the schoolyard also carried a hint of freshness and relief.

The night was still young, and many young wizards who had not fallen asleep were still disc...

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0212 Hocrux

As the old saying goes, the one who knows you best must be your opponent.

Ever since Bryan had entered the magical world of Hogwarts, he had gained a general understanding of the wizarding world through his classes, books, and friends. However, after a fateful night in his fifth year, when he had encountered a mysterious and ancient artifact, he realized that his biggest challenge in the future might not be the notorious Dark Lord Voldemort, who was terrorizing the wizarding world with...

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Merry Christmas

Dear Readers,

Merry Christmas to you all! 🎄

I hope this festive season brings you joy, peace, and happiness. 🎁

I want to thank you for your support and encouragement throughout the year. 📚

I appreciate your feedback, reviews, and suggestions.  🙏

Stay safe and healthy. 🙌

Your Author

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0211 Death?

Bryan felt a surge of nostalgia as he listened to Dumbledore's question. He had been lost in his memories of the desolate island of Avalon, where he had explored the ancient Greek temple at the heart of the island and marvelled at the nine splendid murals that adorned its walls. The murals depicted the epic battle between the legendary King Arthur and his faithful wizard Merlin on one side, and the treacherous Queen of Avalon, Morgana le Fay, on the other. It was a battle that had shaken the ...

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0210 Their Origin

Dumbledore had expected Bryan to react with panic, anger, or dread when he voiced his guess, but he was taken aback by the young man’s calm demeanor. Bryan showed no signs of panic or fear, only a faint weariness that clouded his eyes. Dumbledore, who had lived for more than a century and seen countless secrets and lies, could not tell if Bryan was hiding his true feelings behind a mask of Occlumency.

What had Bryan gone through in his life, what secrets did he conceal in his heart, a...

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0209 Answers

In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Bryan’s mind, but he still calmly met Dumbledore’s gaze. He could see the deep blue eyes of the headmaster, piercing through his own as if trying to read his secrets.

“I’d like to hear your opinion first, Headmaster Dumbledore.” He said in a steady voice, hiding his inner turmoil.

Dumbledore’s old face showed a trace of helplessness. He knew that Bryan must have hidden some very important information, but he had no way to fo...

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0208 Hostility

No one could have imagined that the Quidditch preliminaries they had been eagerly anticipating for half a year would end in such a shocking and unexpected way. Hufflepuff won the victory, but there was not much joy or celebration on their faces. Gryffindor lost their first match, but they had no energy or spirit to be sad or disappointed. Even Slytherin forgot to mock and ridicule the Gryffindor team that suffered a humiliating defeat. The young wizards of the four houses mostly gathered in t...

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0207 Weird Things

"The Feathered Serpent-" Professor McGonagall gasped as if someone had choked her throat with a cold hand. She said breathlessly, "A rare magical creature as a Patronus, Albus! I have never seen another besides yours!" Her eyes were wide with astonishment and awe, as she stared at the enormous thing that filled the sky above them.

"It is indeed very rare," Dumbledore replied, gazing at the sky-covering White-Winged Snake with a frown of curiosity and concern. "But not unique. In fact, w...

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The Feathered Serpent; Quetzalcoatl

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