Hogwarts Melon Eater

Hearing Anna's affirmative answer, Dumbledore nodded, "That would be better."

"Cough," Anna tried to divert the topic of "something is bound to be wrong", "Headmaster Dumbledore, I have an academic question that I would like to ask."

"Oh! Of course, please say that the purpose of the position of headmaster is to help children solve problems," Dumbledore poured himself a cup of black tea.

Anna put down the Coke in her hand and her expression became serious and serious, "Headmaster Dumbledore, at the dinner just now, I saw that you used a large-scale immobilization spell with no sound and no staff, may I ask how you managed to use your magic power like this? What about precisely acting on small objects?"

After listening to Anna's question, Dumbledore smiled and walked to the sofa and sat down. "Age, a lot of practice, and a little talent," he picked up the pile of cockroaches on the small wooden table, "but,' The cockroach pile' helped me a lot."

Dumbledore held the plate in his hand, and the chocolate cockroaches kept rolling and screaming in it, as if to announce loudly to the world, 'We are the headmaster's secret weapon at Hogwarts'.

Looking at these 'cute' little things, Anna shuddered, "Can you tell me in detail about your experience? Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, he caught a chocolate cockroach and wanted to put it on the small wooden table.

But a memory from a long time ago suddenly appeared in his head—

The wooden table, sofa, and the burning fireplace on the side, the smell of candy in the air, and the person sitting cross-legged on the sofa, he never likes to live restrained, and even sitting on the sofa brings his own rebellion.

'Albus! Show you something! 'The boy smiled brightly, and seemed to be thinking about some funny prank again. 'Just look forward to it, it's your favorite sweets—'

'surprise! 'A cockroach appeared in the boy's hand, he put the cockroach on the table, 'Edible chocolate cockroach!' I prefer to call it a 'sleeping cockroach', I don't know how a candy store figured this out...'

'You know this 'cockroach pile' is not a real cockroach, it's just a magical creation, and it can even be eaten—'

' But when you see its tiny legs moving so fast, its two tentacles quivering with an unpleasant frequency, and its wings ready to go, it's still scary and wonder if the person who made this chocolate is What kind of hard work do you have with cockroaches, a story you have to tell! '

The boy's face showed madness, 'It's a pity for food alone! So I improved it...'

Anna silently lifted her legs to the sofa and hugged her. Although she had eaten 'Cockroach Pile' chocolate and knew that it tasted really good, it was the first time to see chocolate cockroaches crawling on the table. feel despair.

Anna saw Headmaster Dumbledore staring at the cockroaches running on the table.

Could it be that I usually look at the system like this stupid? Anna began to reflect, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Dumbledore, "Headmaster?"

Dumbledore came back to his senses and picked up the cockroach on the wooden table, "I'm sorry, but when I get older, I always fall into memories all of a sudden."

He handed the cockroach in his hand to Anna.

"This 'cockroach pile' is different from the less active 'sleeping cockroach chocolate' sold in the Honey Duke candy store," Dumbledore blinked, "I prefer to call the one you're holding in your hand. This is the 'prank cockroach pile'."

Mischievous cockroach pile? Very Gryffindor's name, "Is it any different?" Anna looked carefully at what was in her hand, oh.

"Prank cockroach piles, as the name suggests, are very suitable for pranks, appearing in every corner like real cockroaches..."

Dumbledore took out his wand, tapped it on the cockroach wing in Anna's hand, and chanted a spell that didn't look like a spell, "Clean up the corners too!"

The cockroach suddenly disappeared into Anna's hands, "What?"

Seeing Anna's confused expression, Dumbledore smiled happily, "This is the subtlety of the mischievous cockroach pile..."

"Buzz..." The sound of the wings flapping at a high speed rang in his ears.

The high response force provided by Ana's system was too late to stop the 'crazy' cockroaches, and she could only see the cockroaches appearing on the left side. When Ana wanted to do something, "Crack," the cockroaches had already stuck to her face.

It was Anna's hard work that she didn't scream.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the mischievous cockroach floated back from Anna's face, "No screaming, it's really amazing, the first time I saw it, I almost knocked the table off my face..."

"Afterwards, I often used these little things to exercise my spellcasting accuracy. To be precise, I was forced to exercise, because there are always people who like to use it to play tricks."

Anna nodded to show her understanding. Who doesn't have a wizard who likes to play pranks?

"You can even eat it when you're angry," Dumbledore handed Anna a plate of cockroaches. "There's nothing better than this."

Anna took it with both hands, "Thank you, Principal!" She felt that her magic power control value, which had not been improving, was finally saved, and she was one step closer to the goal of using magic to the fullest.

Some couldn't wait to go back to practice. By the way, Anna, who saw Belinda's collapsed expression, was a little excited. She took a plate and said goodbye to Dumbledore, "Then Headmaster, I won't disturb you, I wish you a good dream!"

Dumbledore smiled and waved to her, "I wish you a good dream Anna, remember, be careful of our lovely Lady Skeeter."

"I'll be careful," Anna nodded, and was about to go out through the hanging picture she used when she came in. The side of the corridor was a giant dragon, and the side of the headmaster's office was a landscape painting of Hogwarts Castle.

"Let's go from there," Dumbledore stopped Anna and pointed to a wooden door by the wall. With a wave of his hand, the wooden door opened lightly, "It's more convenient over there."

Anna didn't ask any further questions. After saying goodbye to Headmaster Dumbledore, she walked out of the wooden door with a cockroach.

After walking a few steps down a stone staircase, what appeared in front of me was the **** of a stone statue...

Because there is only such a thing at the end of the road, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Anna is a little speechless holding the cockroach. Is this some kind of mechanism? How to turn it on?

Butt spoke, "Password?"

Password? What code? Anna was about to turn around and ask Headmaster Dumbledore.

"You only have this chance." The stone **** was not very good and had little patience.

Anna could only guess one, "Prank the pile of cockroaches?"

"Kaka..." The stone **** sculpture rotated to the back, revealing a circular platform that was not too wide. It seemed that the code was correct.

Anna stood in, and the buttock sculpture turned back again. She could feel the narrow space descending rapidly. Oh, it turned out to be something like an elevator...

and many more.

Why didn't you take the elevator when you came up?

Principal Dumbledore in the principal's office took up the unfinished cup of black tea again and smiled happily.

"It's strange," said the painting of the former headmaster of Blake on the wall. "You used to ask students to come to the office by asking them to come from the stone statue. Why did you suddenly come in from the hanging painting today?"

"Life is in sports, former Headmaster Black," Dumbledore took a sip of black tea, "I wish you could experience this firsthand."

"Life lies in sports, that's true," Ms. Dalys nodded in agreement, "but drinking black tea at night..."

"Cough, Dalice, the former headmaster of Black just snatched a chess piece from your chess table," Dumbledore successfully changed the topic.

"Really?" Dai Lisi looked at the chessboard carefully and focused on the former headmaster of Black.

"Dumbledore!" Blake's former headmaster shook his robe without changing his face, "How could I do such a thing!"

Headmaster Dumbledore shrugged, and the headmaster's office became lively again.