Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 892

"Sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Nick, who was almost headless, was stunned for half a second, and said cautiously and gently.

"Honey, but I think you should have admitted the wrong person-or should you go to the party?"

"There are more than 300 ghosts from all over the country, and more than a hundred Gryffindor students. If nothing else, there will be a few formal professors who will come to hear the news later. This is a rare sight. The grand occasion—"

Elena looked at the scene inside the door with interest.

The underground classroom was crowded with hundreds of milky white, translucent figures, most of them wandering around the central dance hall, dancing to the sorrowful and euphemistic singing of Siren. The Gryffindor students carried pumpkin lanterns and walked around the venue curiously and carefully. The orange candle flame blessed by magic lingered around them to disperse the chill.

Elena tapped her finger on her lips, and asked softly in a lovely tone.

"If, I mean if-dear sir, if they find another name on the cake, or someone at this time, suddenly tells a boring Muggle history in the center of the venue. The evening will end. Later, when they return to their social circles, how far will those absurd jokes eventually spread?"

"This is my five-hundred-year-old death party, don't you think this prank is a bit too much?"

Nick, who was almost headless, gradually became cold, and said in a cold voice with a slight sullenness.

"If you are learning that special transformation magic, you don't need to use this method to intimidate me. After the banquet is over, I will directly tell Mr. Dumbledore the corresponding content, and he will teach you personally— —"

"Magic? Growing tall? Oh, no, no, no...you misunderstood."

Elena breathed out playfully, watching her breath form a cloud of mist in front of her.

"I have just turned twelve years old, why should I worry about these distant things... Moreover, there are too many transfiguration masters in Hogwarts today. After having a general direction, it is only a matter of time to derive derivative magic. . It's hard to organize such a grand performance, how could it be for a technique that will be developed sooner or later?"

"...Then what do you want?" Nick frowned.

"Well, let me think about—"

Elena blinked thoughtfully, and said slowly.

"First of all, can you squat down or sit down a little bit, keeping your head up and talking is very tired. Also, if you must ask me what is the purpose of doing this, or what I want..."

She glanced at the ghost sitting in the chair next to her and smiled.

"I want you-Mr. Cromwell."

"Oh, Merlin! Let me say it again. I don't know what you are talking about. I don't know Thomas Cromwell in your mouth, or the Earl of Isaacs--Merlin is here. It's ridiculous. !"

Nick, who was almost headless, grinned back and waved his hand violently, shaking his head on his neck.

"Today is my five-hundred-year-old death party. Everyone here knows who I am. You can do whatever you want..."

"Yes, Sir Nicolas de Mincy-Popington, died on October 31, 1492-everyone knows that you maintained your last-minute posture, but I have been confused for a long time."

Elena looked back and forth over Nick and asked sincerely.

"Wheel-shaped ruffled collar, tights, breeches... Did these dresses exist in Henry VII's time? I thought it was a style that became popular after Henry VIII strengthened the aristocracy and became popular in Elizabeth I. An aristocrat who lived in the early Tudor dynasty, you must have been an eye-catching new trend leader during your lifetime?"

"The ghost can change clothes by himself, I just appreciate it more..." Nick said stiffly, almost headless.

"But only to go forward, not after his own death-after losing the body, the ghost cannot understand the details of the cloth on the body. As far as I know, the clothes that have not been worn should not work, or you can try test?"

Elena pulled out her magic wand, summoned a set of Hanfu in mid-air, and glanced at Nick casually.

Before arriving at the death party today, she did enough homework.

Ghosts can be roughly divided into two components-body and clothing.

The former mostly depends on their state before turning into a ghost state, while the latter comes from their obsession.

The more clear the ghost, the easier it is to control and adjust one's daily appearance, but this is limited to loading the corresponding fragments from the memory, rather than the insertion of new elements, at least the information that Elena got.

According to Nick's "official death", who was almost headless, Henry VIII was just born in 1492.

This is like Nie Xiaoqian wearing a cheongsam and appearing in front of Ning Caichen. Although the contrast is not so exaggerated in the strict sense, under rigorous research, there will still be some strange inconsistencies.

"Of course, you can say that these clothes became popular in Henry VII's time..."

Elena glanced at the silent Nick, waved to dispel the illusion, and continued.

"During the Tudor dynasty, there were three ways to execute sinners: hanging, burning, and beheading, which corresponded to commoners, nobles, and heretics respectively. I carefully checked the documents on the father's side. In 1492, Britain was still in Rome. The scope of the Holy See's control, even if you are executed as a nobleman, don't you think this date is too inappropriate?"

"The king wants to execute a person, does he have to choose a date deliberately?"

Nick, who was almost headless, took a deep breath, his voice hoarse.

"Halloween Eve, Christmas, Easter...Who will issue and execute the sentence at these times? The festive decorations and arrangements that can be seen everywhere will not make people forget these special days, let alone—"

Elena took out a black cross from her chest and stroked it lightly, blinking slyly.

"As the only day each year when a wizard can freely mix in the Muggle world, it is a brave decision to execute a wizard at this time. What is even more surprising is that it was only used from imprisonment to sentence to execution. In less than a day, the efficiency was surprisingly high-wouldn't the participants be afraid to lose their heads if a nobleman was executed so hastily?"

"There are always exceptions..." Nick said painfully, almost headless.

"Perhaps, but what I want to say at this time is another sentence--"

Elena shrugged noncommittal, raised her fingers, and looked at Nick meaningfully.

"Edmond Rocca once said: If a mortal passes by, there must be a trace."

"If you were really active before 1492, you can definitely find physical traces of the existence of'Sir Nicholas' in various places-those that will not be forgotten, will not be edited, will not be confused by stimulation, will not It is like a trace of misleading human evidence. It is evidence of factual existence, and physical evidence will not be falsified and will not disappear completely."

"Through some wonderful and trivial channels, I found that your traces in the magic world don't seem so reliable."

Elena's eyes flickered, and she explained a few words vaguely.

As the fairy queen of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, she can easily mobilize and read the information of the entire Gringotts-those internal accounts are relatively trustworthy information, and at the same time, it is also one of the few pure land that wizards could not get into before.

Almost no wizard can live a normal life in a magical and non-magical society without touching the banking system.

"Of course, this can only deduce the identity of'Sir Nicholas' in doubt, but it cannot tell who you are."

As Elena said, the little Dumma on top of her head swayed from side to side with pride.

"Well, actually speaking, thanks to your hint, Mr. Nick."

"Me?" Nick frowned, "I don't remember when I said these nonsense—"

"At last year's school banquet, the Gryffindor table," Elena said, her eyes flickering.

"After the sorting, when Harry, Hermione and other freshmen began to eat, you once said,'I haven't eaten for almost 400 years'-I believe Granger's memory, you said It's four, not five."

"For four hundred and ninety-nine years, more than four hundred years...Miss Kaslana."

Nick's expression gradually relaxed, and he looked at Elena curiously and pointed out the loopholes in her words softly.

"Yes, but this gave me a very important hint—"

Elena nodded quickly, took out a heavy book from her chest, and spread it out on her knees.

"This made me realize why I couldn't find your trace during the time of Henry VII. It was because the initial time anchor was selected incorrectly-based on 400 years as a retrospective basis, then the time should cover 1492. During -1592. And once I moved my gaze to the period between Henry VIII and Elizabeth I, a certain person's name was too conspicuous."

She began to flip the pages quickly, explaining quietly and unhurriedly.

Finally, she stopped.

"Thomas Cromwell," Elena put up the book and said in a low voice, "Henry VIII's chief minister of state was sentenced to death by beheading by Henry VIII in 1540. After nearly half an hour of bluntness. The axe died after being tortured—"

Elena's performance did not get the response she expected.

"So? It's just a coincidence."

Nick, who was almost headless, said calmly, "In our time, such unlucky things happen occasionally. Not all executioners are very skilled. Except for this unlucky Mr. Cromwell, there are many similar situations. ."

"Oh, then there may be too many coincidences between you and Mr. Cromwell..."

Elena flipped the book, pushed it to Nick, who was almost headless, and said softly.

"During Thomas Cromwell's tenure, Henry VIII assisted Henry VIII to complete the transformation of modern British society. His main achievements were: presided over and drafted a series of laws such as the Supreme Act, which allowed Britain to separate from the Holy See and become To promote the legal circulation of the "English Bible" in the United Kingdom, promote the birth of Protestantism, and dissolve monasteries on a large scale to fill the treasury; and, the most talked about in folk tales... "

Elena glanced at the ghost next to her, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"He successfully helped Henry VIII defeat the Duke of Norfolk and Queen Anne Boleyn, and sentenced Anne for adultery, incest, treason, counterfeit money, attempted murder of the royal family... Oh, and witches. ·Bolin's capital crime-beheaded with a long sword. And the most interesting thing is-she is actually a witch."

"If I remember correctly," Elena murmured thoughtfully, "Her portrait is hanging in Hogwarts Castle, it should be outside the auditorium, oh, there is also at the corner of the third or fourth floor— Of course she is the queen after all."

While talking, Elena waved her wand in the air, and several pictures were reflected from her memory.

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"Sir Nicholas, look, is it exactly the same as the picture in the book?"

"...What does this mean?" Nick sighed lightly.

"Only magic can defeat magic-perhaps this is not entirely accurate, but the most sensible way to deal with the powerful witch queen is obviously to turn to another wizard. In addition, the name Thomas Cromwell , The Sorting Hat happens to still have a little impression—it's rare to see students with three college characteristics at the same time..."

Elena said, taking out another book from her chest.

"The Ghost of Hogwarts", which she borrowed from the Hogwarts Library not long ago.

"In 1492, Sir Nicholas met Lady Griff in the Royal Park. She was convinced that he could help her correct crooked teeth, but Nicholas's attempt backfired and she grew fangs."

"Cromwell took orders from Anne Boleyn in her early years. She believed that he would help her consolidate power and promote the reformation to a more intense direction-but Cromwell betrayed Anne and framed her. A large number of crimes."

Elena pointed to the text on the two books and read them softly in tandem.

"Nicholas yelled all night in jail... Cromwell kept writing to Henry VIII while in custody... The priest came to the cell to comfort him... The old nobles expected to force Cromwell to give in... Forty-five times... The execution took a long time... Do you think these stories are exciting and coincidental enough?"

"...Really, too many loopholes--"

Nick, who was almost headless, shook his head and cast his eyes on Elena, his expression no longer as flirty and easy-going.

"So, there is one unsolved problem in the end. Even if I am Cromwell, why should I go incognito, or even try my best to create a character that doesn't exist? This doesn't make sense. "

"It's very simple, in order to completely bury the past--"

Elena smiled, closed the two books, and said softly.

"From the fourteenth century until the end of the fifteenth century, wizards and Muggles fought a secret war for nearly two centuries. If this war ended not by truce, but by interfering in the internal affairs of the non-magical world, If the Holy See's influence in the world is completely expelled, and then hidden unilaterally, it will be different..."

"This means that wizards can achieve their goals by controlling non-magical regimes-this is Pandora's Box."

"That war that lasted for two centuries, and finally won... the magic world. This is the long-term confidence of some ancient pure-blood families, but as the most important hub, you choose to give the future to Muggles. ..."

In Hogwarts, the four colleges have their own unique character.

As the resident ghost of every college, it is equivalent to the epitome of every college-in the long years, there are more than a thousand ghosts who graduated from Hogwarts, but only four people are eligible to become colleges in the castle. Symbolic.

The real Gryffindor corresponds to real courage.

Undoubtedly, Thomas Cromwell, who alone took on all the infamy, ended the war, and opened a new era, can be said to be the wizard who perfectly interprets courage and hope in the magical world for the past thousand years.

"That was all... many years ago. Miss Kaslana, you are the smartest witch I have ever seen."

After a long silence, Nick, who was almost headless, let out a long sigh.

"Then you should know the importance of making this show a perfect curtain call...We can't control the future. If we let wizards over mankind, we might never see the prosperity outside today. The war is over, this is. The unanimous decision made by all the top wizards that year: We will become the watchmen~www.mtlnovel.com~ and work together to bury the magical ambition."

"Then, it's a pity..."

Elena shook her finger and said softly.

"The war has restarted. This is a continuation of the previous war. Hogwarts is plating the outline of magic with the brilliance of science to prove that magic can be reached by everyone-a new era should begin. ."

"That is your future..." Nick said quietly, almost headless.

"Yes. But—"

Elena nodded seriously and blinked slyly.

"As you can see, I just passed my twelfth birthday last month. As a pioneer who has promoted the modern British political and social structure, industrial and commercial innovation, legal system, religious reform... Don't you really worry about it? In the course of this final relay, did I fail the sacrificed people along the way because of my lack of experience?"

"Think about it, Sir Nicholas—"

Elena raised her face and showed a pure smile like an angel.

"Before the banquet tonight is over, but it's better to hurry up. Gringotts's inventory of the'Thomas Cromwell' estate, the press conference commissioned by the will, the distribution of articles from dozens of mainstream media, many things await I will deal with it."

"Gu, Gringotts?" Nick, who was almost headless, was taken aback.

"Oh, I seem to forget to introduce myself."

Elena stood up, walked towards the underground classroom, said lightly.

"After you have decided, you can still call me-Your Majesty the Queen. The fairy queen in charge of magic finance."

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