trainer at hogwarts

After Rowena explained her funeral affairs, she simply got into the mark to sort out her pile of memories. She seemed to have no memory of this world at all.

Morris: ""

So this lady may have some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Gardevoir: "Master, what are you going to do next?"

"Well" Morris thought for a moment, then patted his head: "Sleep"

Throughout the Easter holiday, the crown mark seemed to have returned to its original state, and Rowena never came out, not even the electrical communication in Morris' imagination. Not to mention any benefits or any natural treasures, there are none.

According to Gardevoir, her master was thinking about Taozi again.

After spending a few days at home and purchasing some Muggle-only food, Maurice returned to the familiar lounge in Hufflepuff.

"Ah, it's so fast," Sol complained. "I feel like I just had a holiday yesterday. Why does school start tomorrow?"

"What did you do?" James was speechless.

"Damn, I met a few little girls from across the Atlantic Ocean. They are very pretty." Saul clicked his tongue, "But her personality is very open, let me tell you."

So, so, so, skip, skip.

Morris was stunned when he heard this. This, this development has exceeded his achievements in three lifetimes.

Inhuman.

"Is Hill there?" Someone knocked on the door.

Morris opened the door and saw the shiny prefect badge: "What can I do?"

"Oh, that's it. Principal Dumbledore said that he wants you to go there. You know the password." The prefect said, "It seems a little late now, so I'll send you there."

Dumbledore panicked at Morris for a moment, then calmed down: "Okay, please wait a moment."

"Hey, Maurice, we all heard it. When did you become so familiar with the principal?" Saul's arm stretched out from behind and hooked his shoulder. "You don't have anything to do with the principal, do you? Tell your brothers quickly." them."

"What does it matter?" Morris shook him off angrily, "I think as long as you blow up the school, Principal Dumbledore will warmly invite you to tea."

"Uh" Sol tried to tick again, but the result was empty, "Well, you won't really blow up the school, will you?"

Morris rolled his eyes: "How is that possible? Use your brain. Brother, otherwise I will leave wherever you live now. Say goodbye."

"Hey you haven't said anything yet"

Principal's office.

Dumbledore was rarely at work, and there seemed to be a lot of things on the table.

"Here I come, principal." Morris knocked lightly on the door.

"Oh" Dumbledore raised his head and held his eyes on the bridge of his nose, "It's Maurice. Oh, I thought you were already asleep, and I was wondering if it would disturb you now."

Morris raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Well, it was only seven fifty-six.

Who would sleep at this hour?

"No, it's still very early, Principal." Morris said speechlessly.

Dumbledore: "Young people should have good work and rest habits. Going to bed early and getting up early is good for your children's health, unlike us elderly people."

"Principal." Morris couldn't help but interrupt, "It's not eight o'clock yet."

"It's not even eight o'clock" Dumbledore thought for a moment, "That seems a bit early."

Morris: ""

So what on earth does this old man want to do, Morris thought speechlessly.

Dumbledore waved the wand at hand: "Since it's not too late, why not have some midnight snacks."

Morris: ""

Pudding and fruit tea appeared on the small table. Morris blinked, this is what he likes, right? For the sake of snacks, he didn't care about keeping up with the old man.

"Maurice, did you have any problems with the marks on your hands during the Easter holidays?" Dumbledore's voice came faintly from the side.

Morris felt guilty and almost got the pudding up his nose.

Dumbledore asked this, then he must have seen something related to the Chamber of Secrets happening, otherwise he would not have had time to call me here, and the priority was so high that he could not wait until tomorrow. Shafik must have already inquired about the situation. No, she didn't need to inquire. She was in the hospital. If there was any problem, the doctors at St. Mungo's would notify Dumbledore directly. Well, I can't deny the fact that something happened, but now I can't let Dumbledore know that half of the mark was transferred to Harry Potter. can only

"Ahem, principal, how did you know?" Morris seemed surprised, "I haven't had time to tell you yet."

The first step is to take the initiative and find out what happened at school during the Easter holidays.

"Why didn't you tell me such an important thing?" Dumbledore said seriously, "Maurice, didn't I tell you that if you have any questions, you should tell me in time."

Morris said innocently: "You can't just tell the principal if you have any pain or anything. Not to mention that running around is very troublesome, and I have seen it all. There is no pattern to this thing. It happened when I was in school. It’s intermittent pain.”

The second step is to confuse the situation and reduce the seriousness of the matter.

"I usually do." Dumbledore was really surprised. "Is there anything going on?"

Morris spread his hands: "Actually, it's okay. It just hurt occasionally, and then it passed quickly, as if nothing happened. Principal, what's wrong?"

The third step is to take the initiative

Dumbledore stood up from his chair and walked around the office. The portraits hanging on the wall also watched Dumbledore walking around quietly.

"Show me your mark." Dumbledore said.

Morris blinked and handed over his hand with a slight guilt.

Dumbledore inspected it carefully: "Your color seems to be different from before."

As expected, I can't hide it

"There is a little change, but nothing special. And the stinging frequency will be reduced like before." Morris began to pretend to be calm and make up.

"Perhaps your marks have undergone some changes." Dumbledore analyzed. "Miss Crystal's mark has more and more black aura, but yours has become much lighter."

"Principal, I didn't do anything according to what you said. Moreover, she is at St. Mungo's and I am at home, so eight poles can't be used together." Morris quickly cleared up the relationship. This blame was not his fault, and it must not fall on him.

"Well, I know." Dumbledore nodded, "But there is a connection between your two marks. However, Miss Crystal is in a coma now. Did anything happen to you during the holidays?"