The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 252

Saturday.

Saturday is a good day.

At least it's a good day for second graders.Because their exams were all over as of yesterday.

This is a rare day of relaxation for the little wizards who have been depressed for two weeks.

Early in the morning.

Gryffindor Tower has guests.

It was Sirius.

"I'm sorry for coming here now. I heard that you are taking an exam recently, so I didn't bother you."

In the common room of Gryffindor, many little wizards gathered around Sirius. They were very curious about this legendary hero that the newspapers spared no effort to promote.

"It's okay, I finished the exam yesterday." Harry said happily.

Sirius also smiled back at Harry, his handsome face was full of rare tenderness, at this time he stood out in a sky blue robe, standing out from the crowd of young wizards.

As if 20 years younger.

Since he was acquitted, his image has become closer and closer to what he looked like in 12 years, as if the man who was once confident and full of arrogance has returned.

"Melda?"

At the stairway of the common room, Melda was walking over with a sigh of relief. He looked tired, as if he didn't sleep well last night.

"He didn't know what he was writing last night, so he didn't go to bed very late." Ron complained softly from the side.

"Melda. Dumbledore is looking for you." Sirius raised his head and blinked at Melda, indicating that someone was waiting for him outside the Gryffindor Tower.

"Principal? Looking for me?" Melda, who was still confused, was at a loss.He pointed to the entrance to the tower.

And Sirius nodded slightly.

"Just outside!"

"Okay." After confirming that Sirius wasn't playing tricks on him, Melda patted his face, rubbed his eyes, and walked quickly towards the outside of Tower Road.

After passing through the long and narrow entrance and pushing away the portrait of the fat lady, sure enough, on a platform of the spiral staircase, an old man with a white beard was looking at the portraits on the wall with interest.

From time to time, I will chat with portraits.

"professor!"

"Oh! You're here!" Dumbledore turned his head to look at Melda, with a complex look in his semicircular glasses.

"What do you want from me?" Melda asked cautiously, but she couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.

"Go for a walk." The old headmaster didn't tell him the reason directly, but suggested to take a walk around, then turned and walked outside.

"Yes." Melda nodded. Although the doubts in his heart were still increasing, he didn't have too much guard against Dumbledore.

The two soon came to the east side of Hogwarts, beside the vegetable patch outside the greenhouse.

The fresh and tender grass under the feet is braving stubborn branches, dotted with the vast land.The greenery spreads into the distance.

The river water drawn from the Black Lake flows lazily, and the piled river pebbles are basking in the sun comfortably.

Looking around, the mountains and fields here seem to be a grand canyon, the sharp peaks on both sides are covered by greenery, and a waterfall pours down from the cliff like silk.

Looking further away, one can vaguely see the outline of the towering peak, a towering giant peak towering into the sky, standing upright like an Optimus Prime.

This is Scotland where Hogwarts is located, rough and magnificent.

"I've read the book you wrote." The principal sat with the students on the exposed marble beside the vegetable garden.

In the garden in front of him, elves were everywhere, even Dobby was among them.

Melda looked at the little elf with twinkling eyes in surprise, unexpectedly!
Dobby, you actually worked two jobs at the same time!
"Write whatever you want." Melda said modestly.

"That's not something that can be written casually." There was a trace of worry in Dumbledore's eyes. It seemed that those few books had a great influence on this legendary wizard.

"I also read that "A Brief History of Time" carefully."

Speaking, Dumbledore suddenly talked about another book.

"I never thought that our world, the universe. Muggles would know more deeply than wizards."

Dumbledore's exclamation suddenly aroused Melda's vigilance. You must know that this white wizard's lover is spreading the theory of Muggle threat everywhere.

He couldn't guarantee that the old headmaster would not be affected.

"Muggles have indeed developed rapidly in recent decades, but it will take a long time to catch up with wizards."

"Not much time," said Dumbledore.

"Some are already in sight, maybe our so-called change is too late, and we have to gradually lose our dominant position in this mutual competition."

"It's the events in New York that have affected you too much." It was the first time Melda spoke so bluntly to Dumbledore.

He turned his head, looked at this old face, and felt sorry for the fact that the wizarding world was so incomplete.

According to the original book, after the fall of the greatest wizard, almost no one can provoke the leader of the wizarding world.

Magic is in decline, and so are wizards.

Even after Harry and Hermione's generation have completely completed their journey of life, it seems that there are really no wizards in the wizarding world, and the rest are just three or two big cats and kittens.

"Maybe!" The old headmaster's voice was a little low, and then he suddenly turned his head to look at Melda: "In the morning, Xia Ti offered me her resignation. Next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, there is a high probability that it will fall to Sirius body."

Forehead.
Melda was a little speechless. He understood another meaning of Principal Dumbledore's words. Both Artoria and Xia Ti were related to him. The principal was actually asking him if he had any suitable candidates to recommend.

He did have someone to choose, but they were all busy with other things. Xia Ti hurried back this time because he needed his help to conquer the Demon Realm.

They went back to clean up Herder.

As for others.
Merlin?

I don't know where I'm fooling around now!

Irelia?

She is still entangled in the war with Noxus, and there is no way out.

Seeing that Melda hadn't spoken for a long time, the old headmaster didn't care. He just raised his mouth with the mentality of trying. It would be better if Melda really had a more suitable wizard. If not, Hogwarts Nothing to lose.

"I read your suggestion at the end of the answer sheet, and this is indeed a direction that can be considered." Suddenly Dumbledore said as if muttering to himself.

The moment she heard this, Melda was taken aback for a moment.

any suggestion?
oh!It's the one after my Transfiguration examination paper!

It is suggested that Hogwarts find a physics professor to teach a modern physics course.

I go
Principal, I'm joking, don't take it seriously!

(End of this chapter)