Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Chapter 56: Hufflepuff: Worthy of being the first-class recipient of the Order of Merlin

“so.”

As if taking a reassurance, Fudge drank all the water in the glass in one gulp, his eyes radiating a firm light.

“If we don’t show up, let the newcomer Mafalda Hopkirk take over.”

“No matter what Dumbledore says, we only need to say that if we follow the process, we can overturn the verdict, but we must see Peter Pettigrew.”

“If he wants to win over the Black family for that Death Eater Black, then let him win over the Black family. At worst, we won’t fight for the Black family.”

“Dumbledore is confused now. He wants to overturn the case. We will let him overturn the case and help him overturn it. I will contact the major newspapers later to increase the momentum. But if he can’t find anyone, then he just······”

Umbridge is wearing a pink long cloak and looks like a fairy.

“good.”

Fudge said and stood up. After Umbridge’s persuasion, his dull eyes now became a little brighter.

“I feel like a fish in water with your help.”

Fudge was very happy, especially Umbridge’s sentence that it’s a big deal, we won’t fight for the Black family, which won him a lot of love. Of course, after repeating this sentence for twenty-seven times, Fudge understood what it means to be a fish in water. Possibility of drowning……

“I?”

White glanced at Dumbledore.

“The principal, the nanny at the orphanage said that I started chanting this sentence when I was a child. Maybe my parents taught me this before I was abandoned in the orphanage.”

“Why. Before

Dumbledore could speak, Phineas spoke directly:”Good boy, if you don’t mind, change it to my surname of Black.””

After Phineas spoke, the old principals around him were stunned for a moment.

Who didn’t know that the sign on the door of Black’s house read”Pure Blood Forever”!

Phineas, an old fox, could be so kind as to adopt an unknown child. A child born in the Muggle world? Just kidding!

But everyone took a closer look at the child sitting in front of Dumbledore.

This was a genius who was rated by Dumbledore as not inferior to Grindelwald!

“In fact, I also need an adopted son.”

Dippet coughed.

All the principals spoke one after another and began to compete for White’s naming rights.

“Stop it.”

Dumbledore knocked on the quilt.

The crisp sound echoed in the room, and all the principals stopped talking.

“Well, White, I’m so sorry to open up your scars.”

Dumbledore apologized to White

“Go back and rest early, I will help you pay attention to this situation.”

Dumbledore comforted White:”If the Ministry of Magic sends someone to pick up Peter tomorrow, you may be asked to help them make some simple records.”……

Dumbledore sent White out the door.

His eyes were dim and bright under the light.

After thinking for a long time, Dumbledore reached into the cabinet beside him. There was a stack of letters he never answered.

Sometimes it’s a page or two, sometimes it’s a large volume.

The only thing they have in common is that the letters come from a prison called Nurmengard.

Originally, Dumbledore thought that he would never reply to these letters for the rest of his life, but today, he felt the need to write a reply. He wanted that special friend from his youth to help him take a good look at a child’s future.

Dumbledore could sense the horror of White’s talent.

At that moment of contact, Dumbledore knew very well that White could not only control the space around the quill, but he could even expand the entire space to include the entire Hogwarts if he was willing.

Facing this former best friend and enemy, Dumbledore crossed out seven beginnings, and finally landed on the paper with a simple greeting.

“Hello, dear friend, Grindelwald······”……

White returned to the Slytherin dormitory and saw Malfoy waiting for him in the common room.

“Sorry, White, I didn’t succeed.······”

Malfoy said with some self-blame. He originally worked well for White, but when he was about to succeed, he missed a move.

“fine.”

White waved his hand and didn’t want to say more. It was partly because Malfoy was not doing things well, but partly because he finally got what he wanted.

White sat directly in the common room and opened the panel.

【Skill: Alchemy [Level 10]】】

【Skills: Animagus: [Level 30】】

【Free Points: +3162 [Emotional Feedback]]

White took a look and added points!

【Skill: Domain Expansion [Three Hundred Levels, Space Control】】

【Skill: Alchemy [Thousand levels, one is infinite】】

【Skill: Animagus [Two thousand layers, breaking through magical creatures]

White looked at the two skills he clicked on.

The suffix of alchemy, one, means infinity. White looked at it carefully.

All existences can be related and influenced by alchemy to form a unified whole.

White carefully speculated on the information coming from the words. This entry could even affect the integrity of the soul.

It is indeed a thousand-layered entry.

White glanced at the Animagus entry, which made him even more jealous.

Break through magical creatures.

Ordinary animagus can only remain in the presence of non-magical creatures.

But after two thousand layers, the Animagus only needs to carry out a systematic portrayal of the magical creature to be transformed into to successfully transform.

Fire dragon?

Phoenix?

Or even a manticore?

There is an explosion of strange and powerful magical creatures in the wizarding world.

Grindelwald was captured for the first time, who was his captor!

Newk Scamander!

A Hufflepuff majoring in Pokémon, and Professor Sprout, the master of Grass-type Pokémon, are pen pals all year round.

Thinking of this, White even took a look at the entry. It was a good thing about biology.

While you’re in class, you can sneak into Professor Sprout’s greenhouse to see more, and there’s also the Forbidden Forest along the way.…………Please give me flowers hehe.

The harvest is bountiful.

Get up, wash up, and enter the auditorium as usual.

But the atmosphere in the auditorium today was a bit surly.

Gryffindor, who always loved to smile, was particularly quiet today, not only because the hourglass was clean, but also because the students from the three surrounding houses looked at them particularly awkwardly today.

Violet outside the auditorium was telling the passing little wizards what she had seen last night.

Malfoy’s righteous sneak attack, and a mouse brought by the Gryffindor wizard turned into an ugly wizard, a former Gryffindor student, and even had a Merlin First Class Order on his body.

But he should have died on the streets eleven years ago.

Just last night, he was spotted by the Slytherin wizard in the corridor.

The little wizards in Ravenclaw began to discuss the facts about Black, the Laughing Demon in the Rainy Night, who was advertised eleven years ago.

Gryffindor students are in the pain of having their house’s honor severely damaged.

The young wizards of Slytherin were celebrating the return of the heir of the pure-blood Black family. The twenty-eight holy families have a long history. Of course, after White appeared, this statement was like a flame thrown into the sea and extinguished instantly.

There are certainly houses that are happier than Slytherin.

Hufflepuff’s eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened to Violet’s story. They had already figured out how to explain to the house elves that the first week of school had not even passed yet, and the kitchen was already missing 720 pieces of bread and 140 pounds. Chicken legs

“white.”

Professor McGonagall called out to White who was still eating.

“People from the Ministry of Magic are here”

“In Dumbledore’s office.”

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking, she took White away. On the way, she met Quirrell, who was also asked to go to the office.

His nose was still full of the smell of garlic, and he still had a purple turban that he didn’t want to look at.

“White, Te, White, you performed well, ah.”

Professor Quirrell’s stuttering has become more and more serious.

“I am proud of you.”

White looked at Quirrell’s twisted smile and felt something was wrong.

How could this guy dare to stand next to him? Didn’t he scare him enough last time?

There was only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the first week of school. White’s last time After class, I felt sick when I walked past that classroom, so I had to walk faster. Now, didn’t Quirrell know how bad he smelled? Forget it,

Voldemort suddenly understood. It will look like that later. But you can’t smell it, but I can smell it!

White began to look through the notebook he had written about in the past to put in the mountain monster on Christmas..

Now you are taking advantage of my meal to continue to disgust me, huh, Chilo, I will definitely tell you to come back.