Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

Because there have been more and more people in the past few days, it is difficult for Auston to rest. Madam Pomfrey directly cut off everyone's visit to Auston.

Auston just had a good rest for two days.

But today, an unexpected guest came.

It is Professor Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He sneaked in while Madam Pomfrey was going to the Third Greenhouse to get the herbs.

He brought Auston a basket of snacks, full of chocolate frogs, Bibi and more.

"I heard that I was coming to see you. Your friends and admirers spontaneously took out the gifts they gave you, and asked me to bring them here."

Dumbledore put the basket on his bedside cabinet and sat himself beside Auston's bed.

Auston was very puzzled, when did he get the treatment of Harry Potter. He stared suspiciously at Dumbledore.

"Oh! Don't look at my child like this, I won't grab your snacks, although I also like to eat some sweets and the like." Dumbledore said to him with a wink.

"Oh, I'm sorry professor, maybe I'm too happy, I really can't understand, you can come here in person." Auston retracted his gaze and explained.

"Ah! You are the little hero of Hogwarts, let me see what you can't understand!" Dumbledore shook his head and said.

"In addition," Dumbledore's shining eyes looked at Auston through the half-moon glasses, and he had a dagger in his hand, "I'm here to return it to its original owner."

He handed Auston the dagger.

Auston was beating a drum in his heart, presumably he came for this sword.

"Can you tell me its origins?" Dumbledore asked.

Auston hadn't finished the draft yet, he said hesitantly.

"It's just... in Diagon Alley."

Then he said with certainty, "Yes. Yes, Diagon Alley, I bought it in a shop in Diagon Alley. I saw it was beautiful and sharp and I bought it back with my pocket money."

"Pocket money? This sword doesn't seem to be something that a child's pocket money can buy." Dumbledore's bright eyes were always on Auston.

He must be using Legilimency, Auston guessed.

"This sword just looks good, the blade is a little sharper, and it was covered with dust when it was in the store. The owner originally wanted more, but I didn't have that much money, so he had to sell it cheap. gave it to me."

The true meaning of lying is to mix a little falsehood into a pile of truths, and to say less critical truths. For example, he never mentioned who made the sword, or what his intention was to have it.

When he finished speaking, Dumbledore looked at him for a while, then looked away.

He took out a chocolate frog from the basket in front of Auston's bed

"Okay, please forgive me for breaking my promise, can I try this?" He asked Auston, holding the box of Chocolate Frogs.

"Of course!" Auston nodded.

Dumbledore opened the box of the Chocolate Frog, took out the frog-shaped chocolate from it, pushed aside his white beard, and took a bite.

He took out another card from the Chocolate Frog's box.

"Oh! That's good! It's Peter Pettigrew, a wizard who died protecting his friends." Dumbledore raised his head and sighed.

"Peter? Is that the Peter killed by my cousin Sirius Black?" asked Auston.

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked down at him, "So you know him?"

"Yes, I often ate his card when I was eating Chocolate Frog, so I went to check it out and learned about his heroic deeds." Auston smiled and lied.

"Oh! Yes, he protected his friend as bravely as you did." Dumbledore nodded.

"Although James and Lily Potter were killed in the end," Auston added.

And he was killed because he was betrayed by the hero you call him, he added in his heart.

"Yes, this is a sad tragedy." Dumbledore stopped talking, and his face was covered with a layer of sadness.

"What do you want to say?" Auston didn't want to have **** with him anymore, he asked straight to the point.

"Haha." Dumbledore turned to look at him, paused for a moment, and continued.

"Every little wizard can make good friends at Hogwarts, maybe even lifelong friends, Harry's parents did, so did your mother Mrs Brown, even if you didn't have Miss Spender and Finlay Is Mr. Lee your company?"

"Yes, Professor." Auston had probably guessed what he wanted to say, his black eyes stared straight at Dumbledore, his face still unmoved.

"Then, I believe you hope that Miss Brown can also make good friends."

Indeed it is! Auston hated the tickling of his teeth, definitely that little **** Harry wanted to use Dumbledore to crush him.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, do you also want to take care of the family affairs between our brothers and sisters?" he asked with a gloomy face.

"Oh, no, of course not." Dumbledore waved his hands, "I just want you to know that Miss Brown is in pain right now. She is a brother and a friend. trade-off."

"I did this for her safety. Life is always more important than mood, isn't it?" Auston sat up and retorted.

"Oh, yes! It is," said Dumbledore. "But how can you be sure that she is in danger with Harry?"

He asked Auston with shining eyes, and Auston felt that Dumbledore must have wanted to see something from his expression.

In order to stay away from him, he lay back again.

"After all, no one can be sure if the Dark Lord is really dead," Auston said. "Maybe he's lingering in some corner now, looking forward to his resurrection." He said, suddenly thinking of the two in Quirrell's office. Overlapping names, maybe it's time to warn him here

"Maybe, using some kind of magic, or eating something that can be resurrected, he will come back." Auston said, "If he comes back, I believe you know who he is going to kill first. "

"Oh, well, Mr. Brown, I really recommend that you take Professor Trelawney's divination class in your third year. Maybe you have a talent for prophecy." Dumbledore threw the remaining chocolate frog into his mouth. said with a smile.

"However, I still want to tell you that sometimes it is not necessarily correct to stop blindly. Isn't there a Romeo and Juliet story in the Muggle world. If you really want to protect Miss Brown. Come closer. It might be a good idea to help her."

Dumbledore clapped his hands and stood up

"Okay, I guess Madam Pomfrey is coming back. If she sees me, she won't be polite to me at all. Thank you, Chocolate Frog. I wish you a speedy recovery and goodbye."

"Goodbye, Professor." Auston nodded and watched Dumbledore leave the school doctor's office.

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