I, Hogwarts Second Week

"It's nothing, Dumbledore." Wenda calmed down her expression, and her expression turned cold again.

"He will talk to you personally about your problem when the time is right."

Hearing the sound, Dumbledore frowned slightly. He could keenly sense that Grindelwald must have some plan. With his ability, he was willing to believe that the so-called plan could end the modern wizarding world.

Because it's really possible.

Now, Voldemort is still hiding in a dark corner and is ready to move, and his 'old friend' is causing trouble outside again, which makes Dumbledore feel a sincere feeling of exhaustion.

"I heard that Hogwarts is recruiting a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" The air in the office seemed to be getting colder.

She finally revealed the purpose of her trip.

Hearing this, Dumbledore said nothing and just glanced at Wenda lightly.

He understood the true purpose of her trip.

A trial.

It is self-evident who ordered her to stay in Hogwarts patiently.

"I can refuse." The old principal said flatly, and the taste of black tea in his mouth was inexplicably bitter. "I already have someone chosen."

Wenda still had that cold expression, and her elegant posture carried a strong sense of resistance, "Of course, I'm not begging you!"

Obviously, if it weren't for someone's request, she would absolutely, never appear here.

After that, the tall figure suddenly stood up and spoke condescendingly: "Then since you don't agree, that's all I have to say."

"As for Voldemort's Horcrux in Hogwarts, you have to figure it out yourself!" After leaving these words, Wenda was about to turn around and leave, "Before I leave, I want to warn you Dumbledore."

She turned her head and said indifferently: "Some things are far beyond your expectations."

"You don't know everything. Mr. Grindelwald can't reverse that monster, and neither can you."

"Calculate the time, he should reach that age!"

After saying that, Wenda turned around and walked out. Her tall and slender figure revealed an indescribable aloofness and determination.

Watching her leaving back, the old principal remained silent for a long time.

She was right. I don't know everything.

In this case - just when Wenda pushed open the oak door.

A majestic voice behind her stopped her in her tracks.

"Maybe I have a better position for you." Dumbledore stood up.

The purple magic robe was dotted with golden stars, and his whole body was filled with a strong and confident temperament that Wenda had only seen in Grindelwald.

As one of the top wizards in the world.

Dumbledore even dared to lure Voldemort into Hogwarts Castle.

He even risked his own life for Hogwarts.

How could the principal, who was not even afraid of death, be affected by some mysterious things?

Moreover, he was absolutely confident that Wenda would not be able to explore even a single secret of Hogwarts.

Perhaps - a light flashed quickly behind the old principal's half-moon glasses.

Maybe he can also get some secrets about Grindelwald from Wenda.

Or maybe it's Owen's secret.

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When Professor Dumbledore and his grandfather's little messenger were scheming at Hogwarts.

Owen, who had returned from King's Cross Station, was already lying on the comfortable big bed at home.

Dobby kept the room very clean, and the description of spotless was an insult.

The floor was sparkling clean.

The wooden floor can clearly reflect his appearance. I guess this is not something that can be achieved by simple cleaning.

Of course, the first thing that made Owen aware of this floor was the pair of cartoon children's shoes on Dobby's feet. He didn't know where he got them. When he ran, the shoes would glow with red and blue flashing lights. It's so attractive.

The floor was flickering in the light, and it was impossible not to notice it.

"Haha, the shoes are really good!" Owen, who saw them for the first time, praised them against his will.

"Dobby thinks so too, it can still shine!" As he said this, Dobby spun around in a circle, stepping on his little shoes and jumping happily.

Afterwards, Owen rushed to the study excitedly. He had to plan carefully for the two-month summer vacation.

Half an hour later, a grand summer vacation plan was unveiled, including practicing ancient magic, studying magical animals (how to make those two guys who can only do food awaken the abilities hidden in their blood.), and finally mastering the skills left to him by his grandfather. A profound curse.

This schedule strictly divided his day into eleven tasks, from getting up in the morning, to washing, eating, sleeping, etc.——

Owen believes that as long as he works hard for two months, he will definitely meet a better version of himself!

Then--

"Dobby's Observation Diary"

——June 26, the first day of summer vacation: Mr. is sleeping.

——June 27, the second day of summer vacation: Mr. is sleeping.

——June 28, the third day of summer vacation: sleep.

——On June 29, a voice came from the husband’s room: Owen! Owen, how could you be so depraved? Have you forgotten all the study plans you made earlier? Mei said: "One day depends on Arthur." We can't go on like this.

——June 30th, the fifth day of summer vacation: sleep.

——July 1, the sixth day of summer vacation: It rained all night while doing homework, and it was still raining this morning. I lay in bed for five days and said: My butt hurts.

Decided to get up and listen to the rain this morning.

Damn, the air in London smells really bad. Even the rain smells of soot. I need to go back and take a shower.

——July 2, the seventh day of summer vacation: Early in the morning, a roar came from the room: Damn, it’s really annoying, forget about the weird smell in the air, it’s also windy, why is it blowing, it’s so annoying!

——July 3rd, the eighth day of summer vacation: I made an appointment with Draco to go to the Irish National Quidditch Stadium to watch a game. I heard that the French women’s Quidditch team was playing an exhibition match, so I went to watch it. However, the French women’s Quidditch team No one in the Diqi was white. He was disappointed. He only took one look at them and then went home with Dobby.

——On the Fourth of July, I went to Diagon Alley to have tea and met a student from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The man said that he was coming to Ireland to watch a game, and we debated with him all afternoon about which is the greatest magic school in the world. Which seat, the mouth is dry, so, beat it, and the effect will be immediate.

——On July 5th, Mr. Owen discovered Dobby’s diary. His words were so fierce that Dobby thought that Mr. Owen was going to fire him. But in the end, Mr. Owen only deducted one month’s salary and walked away. Uh-huh—— Owen The gentleman is indeed the kindest little wizard in the world.

——On July 6th, the great Mr. Owen got up early today. In the morning, an owl came and delivered a roaring letter. It was sent by the student of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the day before yesterday. The other party wanted to be there. A date in a park in London.

The gentleman heard about it and went happily.

With one person against several enemies, he is so powerful, sir, he is really awesome. Afterwards, officials from the Ministry of Magic arrived and invited Mr. to have tea.

——On July 7, the Ministry of Magic held a court hearing committee to conduct a public trial on Mr. Owen's abuse of magic. In the court, Mr. Owen was very excited and criticized the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy" as the stupidest law in the wizarding world, and moved towards magic. The minister was full of passion. Then he gave an important speech, 'Four evidence that Fudge is cerebral palsy'.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd in the Tenth Courtroom suddenly became excited.

Amid Motherfucker's cordial greetings, Mr. Irving enthusiastically exchanged opinions with the justices.

Minister Fudge was furious and imprisoned Mr. Owen in Azkaban while Professor Dumbledore was not present.

Before leaving, the husband took away Dobby's diary and said: This is Longchang's enlightenment. The wisdom of the elves is beyond comprehension.

Hmm... Dobby felt that Mr. Owen was right. He was obviously going to Azkaban, but there was no trace of sadness on his face. Dobby's wisdom was indeed difficult to understand.

The gentleman refused to let Dobby tell Mr. Dumbledore the news that he was imprisoned in Azkaban, which was even more incomprehensible to Dobby.

Dementors, what a terrifying creature, why aren’t you afraid at all?

——On July 8th, the diary is changed!

Ahem?

Knock - diary, who the hell writes a diary?

Do you keep a diary?

I don't write! Who can write down his or her inner thoughts in a diary?

Can I express my true feelings if I write them down?

Despicable!

All serious people write online novels, okay?

First day in Azkaban.

I met a lot of acquaintances today, including Mulciber, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and the Carlo brothers and sisters.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Wow! Aunt Bei's crazy eyes are so charming. It reminds me of the day when the sickly girl in Zhoumu attacked her because he and Tom got too close. He killed her and hung her on a tree to count the stars.

ah! That was a green past. It records my devilish and arrogant youth! ! !

——July 9, the second day of Azkaban.

Although I was sent to Azkaban, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic obviously didn't dare to do anything to me.

The young master had been staying in the room that contained the Ministry of Magic's door key - the Stone Sculpture of Death, boredly counting the dementors outside the window.

One dementor, two dementors, three dementors.

——July 10th. The third day in Azkaban.

If I go ahead, I can still fall asleep even if I count the dementors. I am the only one who has ever done it before or since!

Mr. Ober Bennie came to see me today.

He said that he had informed Dumbledore and secretly gave him my wand.

I don't know how he brought this wand in, but it's obvious that the old headmaster's power in the Ministry of Magic is deeply rooted!

With the magic wand, my range of activities suddenly expanded a lot.

After sneaking out of the room, I went all the way to the deepest part of Azkaban.

On the way, I killed several Dementors. My Phoenix Patronus was very good and seemed to have a damage bonus to these creatures.

————"The Adventures of Azkaban"