Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 83 Dumbledore's Off-campus Home Visit

up to me?

Allen was slightly confused, but he believed that Dumbledore would not be aimless.

"Because he believes in you."

Dumbledore's broad palm lightly covered the fire dragon's head, "He is now accepting the power and knowledge in his blood, and because of the fierce battle before, his mind is in a semi-closed state."

"Like a vegetable?"

Allen's expression became unnatural.

Dumbledore shook his head, "It's not that serious, it's just that he can absorb his own power better, but you know, like a sleeping person, someone needs to wake him up after absorbing enough nourishment."

"Then how should we communicate?"

"That's a good question." Dumbledore didn't answer directly, but shrugged, "But you don't think I really know everything, do you?"

Well, Allen looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

The latter shook his head slowly, and pointed to Hagrid next to him, "Maybe this friend of yours can help you."

Hagrid scratched his head sheepishly.

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't want to answer, Allen had to pick up Charmander, got up and said goodbye.

After leaving the principal's office, his originally calm expression showed a slight strangeness.

Because Dumbledore didn't ask how did Charmander come from?

Allen originally thought of a touching encounter story, full of youthful blood and friendship with magical animals.

But it doesn't seem to be necessary now.

Moreover, he had been making up stories in his mind just now, which made him forget about the group of spiders in the Forbidden Forest.

But Headmaster Dumbledore is really funny, he didn't even deduct his house points for causing such a big disaster.

At this time, Hagrid next to him suddenly yelled, which startled Alan.

"what happened?"

Allen looked at Hagrid slightly complaining.

Hagrid smiled honestly, "I suddenly thought of a good way to communicate with Norbert."

"What way?" Allen looked at Hagrid. This half-giant still has a hand in raising magical creatures.

"Sing a lullaby. If you can hear a lullaby from your mother in your sleep, you will definitely be able to sleep better, so you can wake up faster."

After hearing this answer, Allen helped his forehead, and he really had hope just now.

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After Allen left, in the empty principal's room, Dumbledore stood still for a while, and suddenly shouted at Fox, "Take me to London."

As a qualified principal, he thought it was necessary for him to make a home visit.

No. 24 Huayuan Street, in front of a villa, the lawn has been neatly repaired, and a strange tree grows in the garden.

Dumbledore rang the bell politely.

A full-time wife seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and opened the door the moment the doorbell was rang.

She seemed to know that it was Dumbledore, and turned slightly sideways, "Come in, the tea is ready, I heard you like sweets?"

Through the half-moon-shaped glasses, Dumbledore looked deeply at the full-time wife in front of him.

If we say that in the eyes of ordinary people, she can be classified as good-looking.

Then in the eyes of Dumbledore, she can be classified as a shocking person.

Yes, I was astonished, literally, without any exaggeration.

Countless illusory spirits exude strange brilliance, like a net, hiding the beauty of the person in front of them.

"On this point, Allen and I have a lot in common, Your Highness."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Mrs. Stuart frowned slightly, "I'm married now, you can call me Mrs. Stuart."

Dumbledore smiled without saying a word, and followed Mrs. Stuart into Allen's house.

After sitting down and enjoying tea for a while, Dumbledore put down the sky-blue gilded enamel teacup in his hand, "Madam, I saw a new young dragon beside Allen today, a dragon species I have never seen before."

Although Dumbledore's words are light, if the content is placed in the wizarding world, it will cause an uproar.

After all, he is a top dragon research expert who has studied the twelve uses of dragon blood. If he has not seen it, it is likely that it has never appeared in the known history of wizards.

"I know that."

Mrs. Stuart also put down her teacup and spoke calmly.

The light green eyes were as clear as a lake, but even Dumbledore could not see the end of them.

Dumbledore straightened his wording, "I mean, will Alan awaken his bloodline? If that's the case, we must prepare early."

"No." Mrs. Stuart replied affirmatively, "When I found my current husband to marry, I wanted to suppress the blood of the royal family. As his mother, I can be sure that his blood is still in its infancy, and his current appearance can explain everything."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement with the absurd theory that appearance determines bloodline, "It makes sense."

"And what about the new baby dragon?"

Mrs. Stuart said uncertainly, "You know the strength of our bloodline, even in the bud, we can get responses from thousands of voids, and sometimes it just needs a casual thought from us."

"The young dragon suddenly appeared next to him recently, and a wonderful seed. I'm sure of this, shortly after his magic power awakened."

Allen didn't know that his mother had sold him.

In other words, he should be thankful that he was born through a womb, not a soul, and that before the age of three, he was no different from a real toddler because his brain was not fully developed.

"What a powerful bloodline." After hearing the explanation, Dumbledore couldn't help but admire.

Mrs. Stuart raised her teacup again, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the brown-red tea with her eyes. She didn't tell Dumbledore another thing.

That is, there may have been some unexpected mutations in Allen's blood.

And these mutations caught her off guard, and she was even re-researching the source of her husband's bloodline these days.

According to theory, after being diluted by other blood vessels, the royal blood on Allen's body will become weaker, allowing him to live an ordinary life.

But there is an exception, such as atavism.

According to the understanding of wizards, the blood flowing in her body is most useful in summoning magical creatures in different worlds, communicating with them, and even entering into contracts.

Although this can already be called miraculous, compared with the blood of the ancestors, there is still a certain difference.

After enjoying the afternoon tea, Dumbledore got up to say goodbye, and walked out of the house. He looked back at the ordinary hut, and he didn't fully believe Mrs. Stuart's words.

His fingers tapped the air to an old ballad.

This ancient ballad comes from the legends of this land.

It's about a land of paradise ruled by nine fairy queens.

There are many titles there.

The island of ten thousand worlds, the kingdom of fairies, the paradise of bliss, the place of burials, the land of eternity, and even the place of the last belief of the mother goddess.

But people's favorite title is still the utopia of independence, Avalon of dreams and fantasies.

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