Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 121 Polk's Parents
All Gryffindor players were called to the staff room on the first floor of the castle, where they met Polk's parents.

Polk's parents are Muggles, they are not wizards, if wizards are dissatisfied with something, they can directly send a shouting letter to express their anger, but Polk's parents are not good, they don't even know what to say.

Pork's mother was sitting on a chair in the corner, sobbing slightly. Next to her was a tall man, wearing a suit, who looked out of place with the professors in wizard robes around him. Among these professors, only Professor Charles, who was proficient in Muggle studies, He was talking with Polk's father. On this occasion, Professor Charles was obviously the most suitable person to communicate with Polk's parents.

But when Maureen saw Professor Charles, he always thought of some messy things inexplicably.

"Mr. William, Polk did very well in school. He is the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch school team. These are his players." Professor Charles saw Molin and the others coming, and introduced Molin and others To Mr. William.

"Hello, Polk has often mentioned you at home. I also know some Quidditch rules, which were taught by my son Polk." Mr. William nodded to Morin and the others.

Maureen and the others also greeted Polk's parents.

"Pork also often mentioned you to us, Mr. William, he said that you taught him a lot of military theory, and Pork also used it in Quidditch tactics." James said, "We have benefited a lot, and many games rely on he."

James spoke very well. They all knew that Polk's father was a Muggle military commander and knew a lot of Muggle strategy. Knows about Muggles, but still shows due respect to Pork's father.

"He's very smart. If he hadn't received the admission letter six years ago, maybe he would have gone to military school." Mr. William sighed. He seemed to regret letting his son go to school here, and then asked: "You really don't know where my son went? I heard that my son had the last training session with you before the holiday."

All the players looked at each other in blank dismay. They did have a training before the holiday, but it was limited to that. After the training, everyone was busy going home. Professor Kane asked them about these things two days ago up.

"Sorry, Mr. William, we really don't know." James shook his head.

Mr. Williams looked disappointed, and his wife whimpered again.

Mr. William looked at James, then at the others, took out some photos from his pocket, and said, "I know you, you are James the batter, Polk said you and Albus acted together Brilliant, you two brothers are the best hitters out of the four teams, I know you too, the most promising first-year talent, Maureen isn't it? Polk sent me two months ago photos, I know all of you."

Mr. William named each of them one by one, which surprised Maureen and others. After all, there is a big generation gap between Muggles and wizards, but Mr. William not only knows the rules of Quidditch, but also knows Gryffindor. Quidditch players, that's pretty impressive.

"Poke introduced me to his team the most. Unfortunately, I don't know where he is now."

Mr. William stroked the photo in his hand and said, the photos in his hand are all moving and in color. Everyone is galloping on the field on flying broomsticks, and they fly to the camera from time to time. They are full of spirits. Polk obviously took the photo of the wizard sent to their parents.

The other professors were accompanying them, and they couldn't get in the way of Polk's Muggle parents. Even Principal McGonagall didn't know what to say, so he could only watch Mr. William browse through every photo without stopping. sighed.

Mr William's hand rests on a picture of his son Pork, who is not riding a flying broomstick, but is wearing college wizard robes, with his arms folded and bandaged, holding a brown Magic wand, smiling for the camera.

But Mo Lin was taken aback for a moment, staring at the photo!

"Sir, can you lend me this photo of Polk?" Mo Lin said.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Mo Lin in bewilderment, wondering why Mo Lin would suddenly make this request.

"Oh, good." Mr. William gave Morin the photo of Polk in his hand.

Maureen's eyes fell on the brown wand in Pork's hand. He tapped the photo lightly. Pork's hand moved away, revealing the other end of the wand. The end of the wand held by the hand was protected by a brown magic Protected by a sheath, this magical sheath can prevent disarming spells to a certain extent, and is very popular with wizards.

And Maureen had seen this wand before, on the Hogwarts train, on the day he was attacked, that weirdo who was disguised in a snowstorm was holding this brown wand in his hand!
"How could this be?"

Mo Lin's heart was full of turmoil. Although the situation on the train was very urgent, he would never mistake this brown wand. At that time, he also wanted to use the disarming spell to deal with that strange person, but failed. Magic Sheath!

So it was Polk who attacked him on the train that day?

Maureen's mind surged, but how could Polk attack him?It is impossible for Polk to attack Molin. Molin is a genius of the Gryffindor team. How could Polk attack his own team?
So... what about the brown wand?

"Molin, what's the matter? Have you noticed any clues?" Professor Francis suddenly walked to Molin's side quietly, and said in his unpredictable voice.

Everyone was also staring at Maureen.

"No, Professor, I didn't notice anything, I just found that Pork's hand seems to be injured and bandaged." Morin returned the photo to Mr. William.

How could he say that he was attacked by this brown wand that day?Will his parents accept it if he tells the truth?Should Maureen tell Polk's parents that Polk most likely attacked him with this wand before he disappeared?

"Yes, when he took this kind of photo, he said that the potion from his cauldron splashed out and dripped onto his hands, and it would take several days to recover." Mr. William said after taking the photo.

Maureen stepped aside silently, he recognized the brown wand that had attacked him, but he kept telling himself that any wizard could come to him with Pork's wand, not necessarily Pork .

But he also began to realize in his heart that after his out-of-control flames melted the wind and snow camouflage on that wizard's body that day, the figure of that wizard was indeed very similar to the tall and burly Pork.

Mr. William stood up, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern. If you have any news about my son, please let me know." Mr. William put away the photo, patted Mo Lin on the shoulder, and continued with gloomy eyes: "After all, he is my only one." son."

The Williams and everyone thanked each other, and then, accompanied by Principal McGonagall, they walked towards the door.

Maureen looked at Polk's parents. They two Muggles came to the wizarding school, and they looked very restrained. His son disappeared, and even the wizards couldn't find him, let alone the two Muggles who didn't understand magic. Even if he wanted to ask the school for an explanation for his son, he didn't have the ability.

Mo Lin has been watching the parents leave the lounge, and suddenly feels very uncomfortable. Everyone has their parents to worry about, so what about his parents?
He had flames that could get out of control at any time, was treated as black magic, and was attacked on the train, but his parents never wrote a letter, didn't come home for several years, and didn't come back for Christmas. Do you still remember having a son?
(End of this chapter)