Parents of Hogwarts

Dumbledore glanced at Meadows helplessly, and finally he had to pretend to yawn: "Dorcas, if you don't mind, I think we should all go to rest, especially for a This is obviously a very important thing for an old man who just celebrated his 90th birthday. By the way, I really like the birthday present you gave me. It is a wonderful decoration made of Ukrainian iron-belly scales. What an idea. I have to say, this is much better than most birthday gifts."

"I believe you know what I mean."

Dumbledore winked at Meadows.

Meadows immediately made an exaggerated gesture: "Books, books, endless books."

They both laughed softly at the same time.

"The wand is gone."

After laughing, Meadows seemed to finally muster up the courage to say this.

At the same time, Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became stern: "Dorcas, I believe I have warned you that it is the wand that chooses the wizard. Mr. Ollivander's words are undoubtedly full of wisdom and worthy of Let’s strictly abide by it.”

"But I tried that wand, even though it didn't choose me." Meadows said all what was in his heart, obviously having thought about it for a long time: "Before I came to Hogwarts, I went Once, he went to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop, but found that the wand was gone, and Mr. Ollivander actually forgot about the whole thing. The murderer obviously did not consider that anyone else would know about the wand. That’s why there was such an obvious omission.”

After a slight pause, Meadows added: "I know that Callan Sangster has lived in the Leaky Cauldron for a long time. This is what Tom told me. He has the opportunity to attack at any time, and you Don’t you doubt where he got so much money? The accommodation fee for so many days is not a small amount, and the robe he is wearing is not second-hand."

"So you are saying," Dumbledore asked Meadows, "that a young wizard who has not yet entered school successfully cast the Oblivion Curse on one of the most famous wand makers without anyone else noticing. Even Mr. Ollivander himself. I think it is necessary to remind you that Mr. Ollivander is not the kind of scholar who only knows how to make wands. He is a wizard who grew up with the help of wand science. I believe he can still do what he needs to fight back."

"So Mr. Ollivander was either faking it, or he was deliberately succeeded by the attacker." Meadows had no intention of giving up her idea, and she even continued to think about it.

"He was recognized by that wand."

Meadows' eyes widened. She said in disbelief because of this possibility. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Dumbledore: "He was actually recognized by that wand. You should know that Mr. Ollivander is absolutely He would not allow the wand to be destroyed in front of his eyes. That was his greatest ambition and wish when he was young. As long as he could find the recognized owner of the wand, forgetting his memory would certainly not be unacceptable to him. As long as we can find the owner of that wand."

Meadows repeated this sentence again, then she looked at the Sorting Hat and frowned and asked: "Why does Sangster's sorting ceremony take so long? Professor McGonagall only took five and a half minutes." It’s just time, why did it take him so long? What did he say to the Sorting Hat?”

"That's enough, Dorcas."

Dumbledore said majestically, with a tone that was unquestionable: "That's it for the matter about Mr. Sangster. I think you should focus more on the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. After all, this is only a course. A position where I can experience it for less than a year.”

Meadows could tell that Dumbledore was joking about the "curse", but she also knew that the conversation had to end there.

"He rolled his eyes at me twice."

Meadows said angrily at the end, glared hard at Phineas who was peeking in the frame, and then turned and left the principal's office.

As soon as the "annoying student" Meadows left, Phineas shouted angrily: "If it were in my time, I would definitely give her the most severe confinement."

"Shut up, Black." The person speaking was a silver-haired headmistress, Delis Derwent. She was originally a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, and later became the headmaster of Hogwarts, and was deeply loved by her. Popular with students, he died in office in 1768, completely unlike Phineas, the unpleasant patriarch of the Black family.

Phineas seemed to want to say something, but he still backed down under the glare of many principals around him. Dai Lisi's popularity was still very high.

"Thank you, Dai Lise."

At this time, Dumbledore's majestic look disappeared, and instead he sighed tiredly.

"Did he really say that?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"If you want to hear it again, Dumbledore." The Sorting Hat repeated what Callan had said to it on the table: "Yes, he did say that."

"Purebloods make him sick."

"What an extreme child." The Sorting Hat commented, and at the same time looked at the picture frame of Phineas. He was already furious, but the other principals obviously had experience in dealing with it once, and there were a large number of them immediately. The principals rushed into his frame and stopped his mad rant.

"I must make that damn boy pay the price." Phineas only had time to say such hateful words.

Dumbledore did not watch the farce. After a period of silence, he suddenly asked the Sorting Hat again: "So, did Mr. Sangster say how to deal with the orphanage? If I remember correctly, That should be called Anthony Court."

"No, Dumbledore." The Sorting Hat replied truthfully: "He didn't say anything related to Antony House."

Although this answer did not seem to satisfy Dumbledore's requirements, in the eyes of the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore seemed to be in a much better mood.

"What an interesting kid."

Dumbledore gently comforted Fawkes and said softly with a smile.

Then he took out a bottle of wine that Karan had given him, poured half a glass of wine after careful consideration, and asked the Sorting Hat: "Would you like some?"

"Of course, a full glass, thank you." The Sorting Hat smacked his lips and said, "By the way, these wines can also be regarded as your birthday gifts."

"Although I didn't mention it to Mr. Sangster, the timing just happened to be a coincidence."

Dumbledore raised his glass, took a sip, and couldn't help but praise.

“What a delicious gift.”