The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 16 Letter
But none of this has anything to do with Melda.

Recently he received a letter from Headmaster Dumbledore
It was the principal's letter, which frightened Melda. When he got the letter, he thought it was a notice to expel him.

Although he has already had many night outings in the first month of school, and he also participated in the fights in the first grade, and later helped George and Fred plan to attack the Slytherin students.

But even so, he is still a good student.

You believe me!headmaster! ! !
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In the auditorium, Melda was holding a huge chicken leg with both hands, and he was competing with the bone and meat of the chicken leg.The meat in the horns is really hard to bite.

Suddenly, a familiar old voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Corliss, it seems that you will be away from school for a while." At some point, Principal Dumbledore came quietly behind Melda.

"Don't, professor, I promise to abide by the school rules in the future, you can't expel me." Melda hurriedly opened the letter in his hand before it came.

Seeing the old headmaster approaching at this moment, he quickly grabbed the letter and pretended to be scared to death.Said in a miserable tone, he even squeezed a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Huh? I think you misunderstood. I have no plans to fire you." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Of course not at the moment."

"what?"

"I think you should read this letter first." There was a hint of cunning in the old headmaster's blue eyes.It seems that this extremely naughty student can finally calm down for a few days.

"Oh well."

Melda slowly opened the letter with complicated emotions.

"Melda Estes Akra Koris"

"It's time to go home and have a look."

Um?Just one sentence?

Melda looked at the envelope in her hand with some doubts. It clearly stated on the envelope that this letter was sent from France, the Pyrenees Province, and the town of Franche.

That was his home address, but why should he be sent home?It's only been a month since school started, did something happen at home?

Impossible, can he still not know his own life experience?He has no parents since he was a child, only his grandfather is his relative, and his grandfather disappeared for no reason a few years ago.In other words, there is no talent in his family.

Could it be that grandpa is back?

Even if he came back, he should have come to Hogwarts to find him. How could he be allowed to go home alone as a first-year freshman?
I really don't understand.

"Professor, the letter told me to go home."

"Well, I see." Dumbledore looked at Melda and said thoughtfully, "Maybe you should use Floo. I think the Corris family's house in England should still be usable."

Melda looked at Dumbledore in astonishment.

Professor, you know too much.

"It works, I checked."

"Really? It's not too late, you can use the fireplace in the principal's office." Dumbledore continued to speak gently, without any sense of nervousness about letting a freshman return to France alone.

After saying that, he was about to leave, but as if he remembered something, the old headmaster suddenly withdrew his legs, turned around, and said in a mysterious way: "Today's password is iced lemon juice. I think you should know How to use it."

"Um"

Melda was a little confused about the current situation, and he was a little confused. He could keenly feel that what happened just now seemed to be a little bit out of the original story of Harry Potter.

But until he walked through the spiral staircase and came to the shiny oak door, Melda still couldn't figure out why.

"Hey." Sighing slightly, and adjusting her mentality, Melda finally decided to go back and see what happened, thinking that the old principal at home would not harm herself.

Then he said the password to the statue in the shape of a griffin in front of him: "Iced lemon juice."

As the huge statue slowly rotated, a staircase leading to the principal's office gradually appeared.

After walking through the door, there is a spacious, circular room full of all kinds of funny things.

On the slender-legged table were many curious pieces of silver.

They whirled, puffing out little puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmasters.There was also a huge table with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk was the school's Sorting Hat, and opposite it, in a dark cabinet, was the Pensieve.

Melda had never been to the principal's office, but he knew a lot about the decoration here from the original books and movies.

Professor Dumbledore knows everything.Old naughty boy, it's not uncommon to have these things full of 'childlike fun'.

"Are you the descendant of the Estes family?"

"Yes. Principal Dexter."

From Melda's first step into the office, he was keenly aware that the eyes of those principal portraits were all on him.

"The prophecy turned out to be true!" The portrait of the headmaster named Dexter Fusco said in surprise.His eyes kept looking back and forth on Melda, as if he wanted to see through him.

"You are very different."

"In 200 years, you are already the third descendant of Estes standing here."

"Perhaps." Principal Dexter said with a sense of loss.

"Prophecy? What prophecy. Can you describe it in detail?"

Melda on the other side is also looking at the portrait of Principal Dexter. It is a portrait placed on the far right near the dome. The material used to make him does not feel very expensive, on the contrary it is a bit cheap breath.

Melda didn't know the old man in the portrait, but perhaps as a memento, every portrait in the principal's office had his name engraved on the bottom border.

And the name 'Dexter Fusco' is engraved on the frame of the speaker.

It was a very old wizard, with a white beard and wrinkled face that made him look at least 150 years old.

He is wearing an exquisite magic robe, which is different from modern robes. The wizard robes with ancient magic lines engraved with that style are definitely not a modern product.From this, Melda could conclude that this was at least a Hogwarts principal around the Middle Ages.

"Oh, I can't remember clearly, child, you know, the time span is too long, even this well-made portrait can't withstand the erosion of time." Principal Dexter's cloudy eyes seemed to have Once brightened.

His expression was a little excited, and his eyes couldn't stop showing a look of pride.

"It was a magnificent era."

"Melda, your ancestor Mr. Accra is undoubtedly a great legendary mage."

(End of this chapter)