Hogwarts' new house

The toad on the desk raised his head proudly and raised his eyes towards the ancient town. How come you know how powerful I am? Do you think any toad can enter and exit someone's brain?

I, the Void Frog, am awesome

I'm here, no one can spy on you.

Come on, praise me

The expression of pride is palpable.

But I heard Dumbledore say again: "But if you write all your thoughts on your face again, I won't dare to look at you and talk to you."

Toad immediately looked at the ancient town with contempt.

Guzhen looked helpless. What can I do with face reading? It’s a skill unique to old men over seventy years old. People have experienced a lot in a lifetime. I can’t hide my thoughts.

Dumbledore put a brand new old-fashioned camera on the desk and said, "Sorry, I knocked on the gray stone for a long time, but I didn't receive a response. I thought something had happened, so I asked Fawkes to take me in privately. I didn’t expect you to be learning magic.”

Guzhen shrugged and said he didn't care. It didn't matter. This old man had the habit of breaking into private houses. I remember he broke in directly when he went to invite Slughorn.

Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses: "Can you give me some advice based on your experience as a centenarian?"

Before Guzhen could react, he continued: "The magic memory left by Mr. Foster is the magic from thousands of years ago. The magic at that time was relatively rough, and it was difficult to master the language of thousands of years ago. People are in trouble.

Ancient English is difficult even for linguists to fully understand, not to mention that wizards at that time were accustomed to mixing most of the ancient runes into ancient English. Well, these memories are great for magic reference research, but not for beginners. "

"Especially" Dumbledore pointed to the pensieve: "These memories have been preserved for thousands of years and are already very fragile. They are basically one-time memories and cannot be taken back after being released. It is very likely that they will completely dissipate after being viewed three or five times. , using these memories to learn magic is a bit luxurious."

Is this a polite way of saying I'm a prodigal?

Ancient Town looked at Dumbledore. Then what

Dumbledore showed an enigmatic smile: "You don't have to be so extreme when learning magic. I can recommend you a great magic school. It has been in existence for thousands of years and has cultivated countless advanced wizards."

Guzhen rolled his eyes, I haven't recruited you yet, and you want to recruit me back. I should say that you are worthy of Dumbledore.

Gu Zhen waved his hand and said: "As long as you become the professor of the Third Academy of Magic in Winter Valley, I can definitely study with the professors at my own school, or the principal can let you do it."

Dumbledore thought seriously for a long time, and then shook his head regretfully: "I'm afraid it won't work. Mr. Foster only wanted to create the best magic academy, but ignored the social situation a thousand years later. Now he wants to establish a magic academy." The school needs at least the approval of the Ministry of Magic, and I can’t see the need for the Ministry of Magic to approve the establishment of an additional wizarding school in the UK.”

There is more than just Hogwarts, a magic school in the UK. We usually only talk about the three most famous magic schools in Europe, but everyone subconsciously ignores the less famous, or even small, surviving magic schools.

There are only four or five people in a school, including professors, and even magic schools with only principals but no students, or small schools within families are not included.

Ancient towns can also follow this path, but such schools must face a problem. Their academic qualifications are not recognized by the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible for students who graduate from here to find a decent job.

Graduates can’t even find jobs, so this can be called a first-class school.

Gu Zhen was a little embarrassed. He tapped the table with his fingers. Dumbledore didn't bother him, he just drank the coffee he got from nowhere and ate his own pile of cockroaches quietly.

As time passed by, Guzhen's eyes gradually brightened, he pulled out a piece of parchment and wrote:

Dear Mr. Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic,

Hello

Congratulations on taking up the post of Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom this year. I wonder if your ministerial life is satisfactory. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Gu Zhen, from the East, but I inherited Mr. Aslan Foster in England. The heritage is a hidden and unexplored world of Wintervale with nearly million galleons and a castle.

Mr. Foster's will requires me to create a world-class magic academy, but I personally think this is an extremely difficult task to complete. I don't even have the qualifications to run a school.

Therefore, I decided to donate the entire Wintervale to Hogwarts and Principal Albus Dumbledore for free. Principal Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard and the greatest educator in the world. I want him to receive Wintervale and After Jin Gallon, he will definitely be able to better lead Hogwarts to a higher level.

I don’t know what Mr. Minister’s opinion is.

Yours, ancient town.

Guzhen finished writing and handed the letter to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore took the letter and frowned slightly after reading two lines. After a while, he looked up at the ancient town. He didn't understand why this boy, who looked to be only about ten years old, would write such a letter.

According to Dumbledore's understanding of Fudge, Fudge would definitely jump up when he saw this letter. It seemed that Fudge was extremely dependent on him. At least five owls sent letters to Hogwarts every day, begging Dumbledore for his advice on many matters in the Ministry of Magic.

But it was precisely this dependence that made Fudge do everything possible to guard against Dumbledore, fearing that Dumbledore would snatch his power and status.

After all, in his opinion, the Minister of Magic was a charity from Dumbledore.

Let Dumbledore get Wintervale and nearly million gold galleons to gain another reputation at Hogwarts.

Even if Fudge kills him, he won't allow it.

Not only is it not allowed, but it may also help the ancient town. Aren't you worried that you don't have the qualifications to run a school? Well, I'll give it to you to set up a school to compete with Hogwarts and suppress Dumbledore's reputation. Bar

Guzhen looked excited: "Tell me, what will Fudge do if I send this letter to him?"

Dumbledore looked at Guzhen and shook his head, but he didn't look angry at being taken advantage of. He ate a pile of cockroaches and said slowly: "Are you using me?"

"Yes." Guzhen nodded. There was no need to deny this, and there was no need to deny it.

"It doesn't matter. You don't have to have any grudges. I can get the qualifications to run a school even without this method. The worst I can do is donate three and a half million gold galleons to the Ministry of Magic. I just use your reputation to get better, and you will get support from the Ministry of Magic. Use your reputation. I also gave you money.”

"Think about it. The Third Academy of Magic in Winter Valley has been established. The conditions are so good and the environment is so generous. If you don't make some extra money for Hogwarts, how can you develop education and use your reputation? I'll give you this number."

Guzhen raised a finger: "Ten thousand"

Ten thousand gold galleons was an unimaginable amount of wealth. An ordinary wizard's monthly income was only about fifty galleons. Ten thousand was enough for Hogwarts to purchase many teaching materials.

Dumbledore crossed his fingers with his hands and leaned on the desk with his forehead in contemplation. After a while, he shook his head slightly: "I am a centenarian, without a wife or children. Hogwarts is everything to me. I have been alone for a hundred years." I have a little bit of fame, and now you want to use my fame to create a competitor for Hogwarts."

His eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the ancient town.

So Guzhen raised his eyebrows.

"Get the price" Dumbledore said firmly.

The conversation was a little too hasty, and I almost lost my temper.

Guzhen looked at Dumbledore strangely. Old Deng asked for more money. This was not in line with his character.

Shouldn't Dumbledore be so light-hearted and laugh it off, or even make jokes about the letter, point out the grammatical errors in the letter, or instruct Guzhen on how to portray him as an old man who secretly holds power?

You're asking for more money, which makes me a little bit confused.

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, and in a flash of red light Fawkes flew in from the window with a burp. This thief bird took the opportunity to go to the secluded forest to look for food again.

Dumbledore folded the letter written by Guzhen to Fudge, put it in Fox's mouth, and said softly: "Go and give it to Fudge, you know where he is."

Fox fluttered away.

Guzhen was stunned and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

What the hell are you doing? I'm going to take your letter threatening Fudge. You use your nameplate Phoenix to send it to Fudge. What should Fudge do?

What does he dare to do?

Give me the qualifications to run a school. Dumbledore personally sent the letter to me. Does he still dare? If you lend him ten courages, he also

Wait, damn, didn't Dumbledore want to pressure Fudge, force Fudge to admit the letter, and then let me really give away Wintervale and eight million gold galleons?

shit

Guzhen gritted his teeth and kicked the toad: "Go and bring that firebird back to me."

He looked at Dumbledore provocatively, "Don't think you are the only one who has magical animals as pets. My toad can talk, teleport, beat the sheepskin contract, protect the owner's brain, and is even more awesome."

When he kicked out, it felt like he had hit an iron plate, and the toad remained motionless.

Looking down, I could see that the toad had a stupid look on his face, drooling as he stared at the Phoenix's disappearing figure, looking like he was in love with her.

Black lines dance on the forehead of the ancient town.

The air was still for a moment.

"Well" Dumbledore said.

Guzhen turned his head and saw a rare surprise on Dumbledore's face: "Well, your void frog is a male frog, right?"

The ancient town is unknown.

Dumbledore shrugged and smiled a little weirdly: "Fox is also a male bird."

Toad suddenly turned back and stared at Dumbledore.

Then he turned around and looked at the ancient town resentfully.

The ancient town is a bit confused.

The frog beeped, what do you think I did? It wasn’t me who turned it into a male bird.

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