trainer at hogwarts

After arranging Tutu's business, Morris left it to Frozen Bird to manage. Generally speaking, these two are birds and have many common languages. Tutu didn’t think so, but the bird had to bow its head under the eaves.

After a busy morning, Morris, who was hungry, wandered into the lobby to prepare a meal, but was blocked by the twins.

"I'm very sorry Maurice, we can't continue your commission." Fred said regretfully.

"We were forced to work by Filch." George also looked regretful.

That's right, the twin brothers were caught again and again.

Morris: "It's not a big problem. There's no need to look for that fox. But you still need to keep this matter private."

Fred was a little strange, but he nodded in agreement without asking: "Don't worry, our mouths are tight."

"Yes, even if mother came to ask us, she wouldn't tell us." George added.

Morris' mouth twitched: "Okay, I'll buy some snacks for you tomorrow."

"Buying snacks" Fred's eyes lit up, "Maurice, you finally bought an owl. I told you that owls are important."

"I didn't think I really needed it." Morris said perfunctorily, and then changed the topic with the twins while they ate and chatted.

It was expected that the twins would be caught by Mr. Filch this time. The temptation of the golden galleons was too great, and finding secret passages and secret rooms was also their hobby. It was really just for love that they could generate electricity and get money, so why bother? No. The result was a mixture of joy and sorrow, tidying up Filch's office.

"But we also found something interesting."

George winked and looked very proud.

"There is a mysterious piece of parchment that tells us intuitively that this is definitely something interesting."

After speaking, he mysteriously took out a stack of yellowed parchment and waved it in front of Morris, showing off the treasure he had found.

Morris blinked, Filch's office, parchment, this combination sounds strangely familiar, can't it be that one?

"Play with me" Morris asked the twins.

"We haven't studied it yet." Fred said regretfully, "This will take some time."

Morris: "Leave it to me."

The twins nodded, and George generously handed the parchment to Morris.

"Don't forget to tell us when you figure it out."

"It's a word."

This must be the legendary Marauder's Map, Morris thought as he held a stack of parchment. Sure enough, this thing has a connection with the twins.

Returning to the dormitory, he spread the parchment on the table, took out his wand, and pointed at the blank parchment. Morris took a deep breath and said:

“i solemnly swear that i am up to no goodI solemnly swear that I am up to no good”

The ink lines began to extend like life, gradually forming a map of Hogwarts. The location of each person is densely marked on it, as well as various ways to open the secret passage. It's really breathtaking.

He is worthy of being a man of the hour, but it is a pity that the grass on his grave is now taller than the person.

Oh, no, there are three more alive.

"mischief managed. Mischief done."

After admiring the school's floor plan, Morris put away the Marauder's Map. Play with such a good thing for a few days before returning it to the twins. There is no need to explain why the spell was cracked so quickly, killing two birds with one stone.

Principal's office.

The principals of the past generations on the mural pointed at the little black and red fox on the desk, some expressed disgust, and some found it cute.

Soraya lay pitifully on the desk. He swore that if it happened again, he would never do it. He might still be tempted to run away.

Dumbledore looked at Soraya leisurely and touched his head.

"Magical animals like you are rare, possessing extremely high IQs and very fast speeds. Most of them have difficulty communicating, or require specific ways to communicate."

Sorora looked at Dumbledore with big, pitiful eyes.

Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and continued: "Who is your master?"

Soraya tilted his head.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, and your master will be anxious if he can't find you, right?" Dumbledore comforted the little fox.

Soraya knocked the desk twice with his paws bitterly. He was worried that the frozen bird could take him away that night. Why did the bird disappear later? Did the owner do it on purpose? He deliberately left himself with this bad old man.

"Do you know Newt Scamander?"

Dumbledore asked softly. Seeing Soraya blinking his big eyes in confusion, he said, "He was a Hufflepuff student, a long time ago."

Dumbledore's story is very attractive, and Soraya is gradually brought into it, imagining those glorious days.

"Anyone who can be kind to magical animals is a kind person, just like Newt, and your master, right, little fox?" Dumbledore gave a perfect summary of the story in a gentle voice.

Soraya couldn't help but nodded. Yes, that Newt is really great. Although his master sometimes cheated a bit, he used to be able to go wherever he wanted to eat without having to go to play. Don't be too happy. ah.

Soraya jumped off the desk and turned into a beautiful boy the moment he landed. He picked up the pen on the desk, found a piece of parchment and started writing. He was in urgent need of communication now.

Dumbledore was shocked, quickly concealed his emotions, and waited quietly for the beautiful boy to finish writing.

The portraits on the wall were not so calm. Voices like "Merlin", "Oh my god", "I'm scared to death", and "Wow, what a beautiful child" came and went one after another.

I have a name, my name is Zoroa

Dumbledore secretly calmed down and smiled: "Maybe we should get acquainted again. Hello, Soraya, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore."

Soraya nodded with satisfaction and continued writing.

Newt Scamander is great, but my Maurice is the best and he is also a Hufflepuff student.

After writing, he looked at Dumbledore proudly.