trainer at hogwarts

"After a year of hard work, I can finally relax..." Chen Chen stretched, then patted Morris on the shoulder, "The mountains are high and the rivers are long. See you soon."

Morris squinted his eyes: "The style of the painting is not quite right. Do you want me to give you a poem? Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky?"

"Hahahahaha." Chen Chen smiled and bent down, "It's not impossible."

Morris: "..."

The somewhat sad atmosphere during the parting was largely dissipated by Chen Chen's laughter. Chen Chen decided not to set foot in Europe for the next eight years and stayed away from the British Isles. In short, you can go anywhere, just stay away from England, France and Germany!

Morris: "...It's not that scary."

"You are worried, I am not." Chen Chen said in a serious tone.

Morris scratched his head: "That seems to be the case."

Chen Chen gave him a roll of his eyes: "By the way, Dumbledore seems to have arranged the place to go to Brazil for you."

"I know." Morris nodded, "Because of the matter in the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore thought it would be better for me to stay away first."

Chen Chen agreed: "This is indeed a good method. There is no teleportation array in this world, and transportation is indeed inconvenient. Distance has become the best protection."

The two chatted for a while and parted with some reluctance.

Chen Chen wanted to stay away from the center of danger, but Maurice still missed Ravenclaw's treasure a little. And now that I’m involved in this story, I want to participate more deeply.

Anyway, when Harry was in fourth grade, he was in sixth grade, and he had already graduated when Voldemort really came out to stir up trouble. When the time comes, I will take my parents to apply for an Asian visa, find a country for two or three years, and then come back when the limelight is over and Hermione becomes the Minister of Magic.

Generally speaking, it's not a big problem.

Very stable.

Morris happily planned his life after graduation, and walked through the nine and three-quarters pillar with great satisfaction, returning to the Muggle world.

Clarissa and Field anxiously looked around for their precious son.

While Chen Chen and Morris were chatting, the students were almost gone. The wizarding families went home directly through the fireplace, while the Muggle children quickly found their parents after being separated from their classmates.

"Maurice! Son! This way!"

It wasn't really that long until Easter, but to Clarissa it had been a long, long time. The aggrieved mood that Morris felt when she came home last time has always been a thorn in her heart.

As a mother, Clarissa wants to help her children solve their difficulties, but in fact she also understands that she may not be able to solve the difficulties that Morris encounters, and may even become a burden to him.

After discussing it with her husband, Field, they decided to treat it as if it had never happened and not put any pressure on their son. They believed Morris would tell them one day if he wanted to.

"Mom and Dad." Morris walked leisurely towards his parents pushing the stroller.

Clarissa ran over to help her son push the cart, and couldn't help but ask: "How was it at school?"

"Not bad." Morris smiled. "The classmates are all very good, the professors are also very good, life is good, and my grades are not bad."

"Oh? Results?" Field grasped the key point, "Son, how did you do in the test?"

Clarissa glared at her husband: "Do you even need to ask? When did our precious son pass away?"

"I'm just curious..." Field muttered quietly.

Morris said casually: "It's still the same as before, o, it's all excellent."

"As expected of my son!" Field grinned and hugged Morris.

Morris ducked away without leaving a trace, letting Field grab a handful of air, then stood beside Clarissa and said to him with a smile: "Dad, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

Clarissa was immediately alert: "Maurice, what happened?"

"A little thing." Morris smiled, "No problem, just a surprise for dad."

"Are you scared?" Field said with lingering fear, "Let's hear the good news first."

Morris: “The school gave me an opportunity to communicate and learn.”

"That's good." Clarissa nodded, "Your previous school also had this kind of thing, but I didn't expect it to be the same in the magic world. It would be good for you to go to other schools and see more."

Field was also very satisfied: "What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is that the other party's school is in Brazil." Morris said in a regretful tone, "I won't be able to come back this Christmas or during the holidays next year."

Field was dumbfounded: "What? The other school is in Brazil? Brazil on the other side of the Atlantic???"

Clarissa: "This, this is too far...then you mean you can only come back after one semester?"

Morris nodded: "Theoretically, that's the case, but I asked Professor Dumbledore if he completes the final exam early, he can grant me permission to come back early."

"How did you come back?" Field suspected that Dumbledore was fooling the child.

Morris chuckled: "Secret."

Clarissa leaned into Maurice's ear and whispered: "Frozen Bird?"

Morris nodded.

"This isn't very safe." Field held his chin, "Son, why don't you come back with the other students? That bird..."

"Dad, you trust me!"

Field looked at Morris sincerely and said, "I believe your son, but I don't believe that bird."

Morris: "..."

I shouldn’t tell you now!

He had been quarreling with Dumbledore for a long time because of this matter.

"No Morris, the school is responsible for the safety of every student, and I do not advocate this kind of undisciplined behavior." Dumbledore sternly rejected Morris' request.

"Principal, you see, I just left early in the last month, and I promise to stay in school during that time. Dear Grandpa Principal, this is a year, a year! I can't go back for a whole year. Home, do you know how painful this is? I am only an eleven-year-old child, why should I bear the sadness of having a home and not being able to return at this age..." Morris was moved by emotion and began to behave miserably.

Dumbledore: "..."

Seeing that the emotional card was useless, Morris wiped his tears and began to negotiate: "Principal Dumbledore, if you look at it this way, how about we just treat it as a deal?"

"How?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Morris: "I promise you, I will make Hogwarts famous in Castelobruxo and let them..."

"Oh, wait, Maurice." Dumbledore interrupted him, "You seem to have made a request earlier. I seem to have not heard clearly because I am old. Why don't you say it again..."