I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

　　 In 1979, a mountain forest in Austria.

　　 The rain slapped the dense branches and leaves, dripped from the branches and leaves, and finally gathered in the mud to form a mud puddle.

　　 A sound of running came from a distance, and the black and rough feet of the house elf without shoes stepped on the mud, splashing a large amount of mud.

　　 It stumbled and ran, looking panicked but extremely careful, because it was holding a baby in its arms, a baby in the middle of a swaddle.

　　 The forbidden phantom shifting magic here is very powerful, even the house elves are no exception.

　　 It can only manifest itself in the outermost part of the forest, running along the route in that memory.

　　 The baby is well protected by it. The waterproof curse keeps the baby dry and comfortable. The boy sleeps very soundly, as if he is not disturbed by the harsh environment around him.

　　 It ran for an unknown amount of time. In the dimness of the night, a mottled, cold tower gradually revealed its outline.

　　ForTheGreaterGood!

　　 It looked up at the blurred line of text at the entrance of the tower, and its big eyes were full of sadness and loss.

　　 The prison named Newmondgard was unguarded, and the house elves ran unimpeded all the way, holding the boy and ran into the tower, moving up the steep spiral stone ladder.

　　 When it ran to the top of the tower, it breathed heavily and slowed down. After carefully cleaning the dirt on its feet from the stone steps, it stepped onto the highest level of the tower.

　　 This is a small room, the floor, ceiling and surrounding walls are made of black stones.

　　 makes this small space seem inexplicably depressing.

　　 Except for stones, the only furniture here is a wooden bed on which sits an old man hugging his knees.

　　 He described withered, sparse hair, wearing a tattered robe, two feet and hands exposed outside the robe, bones and joints wrapped in thin skin, thin and scary.

　　 He heard the movement made by the house elves and turned his eyes from the window to the stone ladder.

　　 The old man’s eyes were calm, but he did not dare to look at him, because there seemed to be endless shady hidden in those eyes, which made people shudder.

　　 "The old master..."

　　 The house elf screamed and knelt on the ground holding the boy. He only called out the title, and then he couldn't make a sound.

　　 The old man curled up his mouth as if he was smiling.

　　 "Kira, I remember I said when you first came here, you will never come back here, so... are you violating my orders now?"

　　Kira was shaking, her ugly face was full of panic.

　　 It raised the child in its arms and explained in fear.

　　 "No! No! Old master! Kira will never disobey the old master's orders for the rest of her life, but, the Greenward family is gone..."

　　 It cried bitterly and said, "Someone went to Switzerland to kill your grand-nephew. Their family is dead, and only him is left. He is the only descendant of your family!"

　　 The old man shook his head.

　　 "There is no such thing as the Greenward family, they have changed their surnames a long time ago, and the only Greenward in the world is me."

　　 "But, but the blood flowing in this child's body is the same blood as you!"

　　 The old man chuckled, "The same blood? Yes, blood, the blood that the wizard values ​​most..."

　　 "Do you know who killed his parents?" the old man suddenly asked.

　　Kira shook her head.

"Kira went too late. It was too late. His parents were dead, under the killing curse, but they hid him. Kira found him in the cellar...Kira didn't see him. Who is the murderer, but Kira thinks...that the murderer is Dumbledore!"

　　 it suddenly screamed.

　　 "Dumbledore must have done it! It must be him! Only he will kill your people!"

　　 "There are many enemies of mine~www.readwn.com~ The old man said, "But he is the most unlikely person who can do such a thing. "

　　 He stared at the wall in a daze, as if recalling the past.

　　 "He may sometimes behave insidiously and cunningly, more unscrupulous than I am, but he is a complicated person...Anything he does is not for himself, but for the ridiculous love."

　　 He turned to look at the boy in Kira's hand.

　　 "If you didn't bring him here, this boy is undoubtedly the safest, but not necessarily now."

　　 Kira cried: "But his only relative in this world is you, Kira doesn't know, I don't know where else to take him!"

　　 The old man was silent for a moment, and he determined the boy's future destiny.

"Take him to England, under Dumbledore’s nose, so he can feel at ease. Create a fake identity for him, don’t have any connection with the wizard, and then send him to a Muggle orphanage, you You can protect him in secret, but you can't let him know your existence.

　　If he doesn't show the talent for magic in the future, this is the best, you just look at him and let him be a Muggle that is stable and safe for a lifetime. If he has the gift of a wizard, then Dumbledore will naturally pay attention to it, and it can only be up to him..."

　　 "Also..." He thought, and finally said, "If he becomes a wizard, take him to Abroath when you think it is appropriate, and let him get the badge by whatever method you choose."

　　 Kira sobbed.

　　 "Then what should he be called?"

　　Gettler Greenward tapped the bedboard with his fingertips and thought for a moment.

　　 "Just call Lynn Belloc."