Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Looking at the stone beast in front of the principal's office, Eric said the password: "Pile of cockroaches."

Accompanied by the rumble of stones moving, he stood in the spiral staircase, spiraling all the way up, and soon arrived in front of the principal's office.

Dumbledore hasn't come back yet, but Professor McGonagall still ordered him to go to the office in advance and wait.

What's the purpose of this?Ready to teach individually?

Then why didn’t anyone take three shots of me?

'Boom boom~'

The Sorting Hat on the bookshelf knocked on the wooden board three times, sensing the presence of someone in the spacious principal's room. He yawned and opened his eyes, looking at the little wizard standing in the center of the room. A smile appeared on the black wrinkled cloth: "Isn't this a young man from Gryffindor House? What mistake did you make to be called to the principal's office? But don't worry, it has long been normal for Gryffindor House students to get into trouble. Albus should be used to it. "

After saying that, the Sorting Hat suddenly sounded something: "By the way, you said last time that you wanted to hear some strange stories, right? To tell you the truth, I have thought of a lot of things these days. Let me tell you. Listen."

Twisting his body, the Sorting Hat jumped to the principal's desk, cleared his throat and was about to tell a story, but was interrupted by the little wizard in front of him who raised his hand: "Sorry, senior, we can tell the story another time. , I have a question I want to ask you."

"Huh?" When the Sorting Hat heard that the little wizard in front of him didn't want to hear the story, he felt as if he had been hit by frost and wilted down. However, he still managed to cheer up and replied: "Okay, you can ask."

Eric cleared his throat, frowned and asked, "In the 1000-year history of Hogwarts, have you ever sorted the same student into two houses during the sorting ceremony?"

The Sorting Hat paused and asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "What did you just say?"

After Eric repeated the question, the Sorting Hat twisted the top of its hat and sneered: "Of course, no..."

Halfway through the words, it suddenly stopped, its mouth wide open, and the wrinkles formed on the cloth seemed to have solidified. There was no change, only the eyes were still blinking.

Just when Eric thought it had suffered some curse switch, the Sorting Hat suddenly returned to normal, but this time it did not answer decisively. Instead, it glanced at the little wizard in front of it with a complicated expression and turned its head. He cast his gaze on the principals pretending to be asleep on the wall: "Old men, old ladies, wake up, don't think I don't know you are pretending to sleep."

"Did you hear this child's problem? I vaguely remember this happening, but I can't remember the specific year."

The Sorting Hat asked the old principals for help. At the same time, the brim of his hat was twisting, and he was walking back and forth on the principal's desk, muttering from time to time: "Strange, it is logical that this kind of thing can't happen, but why did you just ask When I was walking, this picture suddenly appeared in my mind?"

"You have a fucking brain."

Many portraits were woken up by him and no longer pretended to be asleep. They communicated with each other and shook their heads with unified expressions. Phineas Black, who was wearing a black robe, couldn't help but knock the cane in his hand and said to He put on the sorting hat and yelled: "You sleep every day, and you have been confused for a long time. This kind of nonsense can also stop you. Hey, kid, listen to me, you are soooo..."

Just as he turned the target of his scolding to Eric, a middle-aged wizard on the outermost edge of the portrait rushed past the portraits beside him, ran into the portrait where Blake was, covered his mouth, and raised himself. He hit him on the back with the gentleman's stick one after another, and scolded him word for word: "Shut up, my descendants will not allow you to scold him."

"You damn idiot Hugo, this is not your bloodline at all. I scolded him just to discipline you... Ouch, please be gentle."

Blake received several sticks, and when the surrounding principals came to break up the fight, he finally escaped Hugo Foley's attack. He hid behind the eldest Leonard Yager with an unhappy expression and continued: "Your family has long been They will perish, they are just a group of people adopted by your descendants."

Hugo Foley broke away from the arms of the principals beside him, continued to hold up the gentleman's staff and started chasing him, saying reluctantly: "So what, since you have inherited the surname of our Foley family, it is mine. Descendants. Besides, I have tolerated you for a long time. Every time this child does something, you slander him. Come on, come on, I have to remove your legs today."

Eric looked at the messed up portraits with twitching eyes, and he could tell from their words that the middle-aged wizard was the "ancestor" of the Welfare family. As for the one who was secretly attacked by other wizards while escaping, The black-clad headmaster should be Phineas Black, the legendary ancestor of Sirius.

"Okay, be quiet."

The oldest-looking Leonard Younger (the first principal) used a cane and sat on Blake's portrait chair. He looked at the Sorting Hat and Eric through the portrait, thought for a while and said: " Actually, I have some impression of what you said, Elton, I remember it was you who said it, right?"

Elton Farrer (the second principal), who was standing in the portrait next door and watching the excitement, was stunned for a moment, pondered for about a minute and then shook his head: "No, I don't remember that when sorting students into different schools. Such an embarrassing thing."

"It's not when you were the principal, it was when you were a student." Leonard Yager waved his hand impatiently: "I remembered that when Rowena proposed setting up the sorting hat, you were also present. It was you who brought up the idea of ​​someone being sorted twice, so the Big Four added this setting to avoid mistakes in sorting."

Elton frowned and pondered for a long time, and finally showed a look of realization on his face: "You are right, I remembered it, but that is not what I thought of, that was what Teacher Ravenclaw's husband told us. , he said that his father was sorted into He first during the sorting process... No, wait..."

Although the oil painting was not that vivid, Eric could still clearly see the look of disbelief and surprise on his face: "This is impossible, there would have been no Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat...ah~"

Elton suddenly screamed, and as his screams rang out, he in the portrait was like a candle close to the fire, his body rapidly instigated, melted, and finally turned into a puddle of ink, disappearing from the portrait, leaving only He got rid of the group of principals who looked frightened around him.

"How is this going?"

Eric was also shocked by such a scene, and muttered with a dull expression.

At this moment, the cry of the phoenix suddenly sounded in the principal's room, and a ray of fire shot out from the burning fireplace, rushing past Eric with a gust of warm wind, and gathered behind the principal's desk.

Albus Dumbledore, wearing half-moon glasses, emerged from the firelight. His raised hands were grasping the paws of Phoenix Fawkes. He looked at Eric standing in the office. He smiled and nodded: "Welfare Sir, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”

After saying hello, Dumbledore also noticed the commotion of the old principals on the wall. Looking at the excited principals who kept shouting at him, he waved his wand, and a faint blue light emitted from the tip of the wand. ripples, the old principals who were illuminated by the ripples immediately calmed down, turned away from the picture frames that did not belong to them as if it had nothing to do with them, returned to their respective positions, sat down peacefully, and fell asleep.

Eric stared at Dumbledore's operations with wide eyes, and looked at the principal who turned around. After his mind fell silent for a while, he pointed at the empty portrait and reminded: "Well, Professor, that portrait..."

"I sense that my brain is under mental attack, and my passive skill Unyielding has taken effect."

The sound of the system suddenly sounded, and Eric's words were interrupted. His brain quickly adjusted, began to fantasize, and successfully triggered the robot mode.

Dumbledore's test only lasted for a second or two, but he felt that the little wizard in front of him was empty in his brain and thought he was scared. Then he gave up Legilimency, turned around and took out the belt hanging from his waist. He picked up a small bag and handed it to Eric, and said with a smile of relief: "Don't be nervous Mr. Welfare, I just asked you to come here to help the Ministry of Magic convey their apology, and by the way, I will inform you that the meeting at the end of October will be led by me. You head to the Wizengamot."

As he spoke, he took out an envelope and handed it to Eric: "In addition, the Ministry of Magic asked me to give you something."

Eric took the two things, pulled out the envelope, and saw the "Application Form for the Order of Merlin, Third Class" inside.

"Your parents fought for you. The Ministry of Magic agreed to this after two days of deliberations, but only after new laws are promulgated before the application can be approved."

Dumbledore continued to look at the little wizard in front of him with a smile, and sighed with a kind expression: "You really have a mother who loves you very much, Mr. Welfare. I have never seen anyone from the non-magical world who can pass all kinds of All kinds of channels that were extremely unfamiliar to her made the Ministry of Magic bow their heads and admit their mistakes. Although I still can't believe this, it really happened."

The old principal's expression was as kind as the mayor of Yangcun's Slow Yangyang Village, but if Eric's ears didn't hear the constantly refreshing notification tone, he might really think that the old principal was a good person.

"As for the portrait, you don't have to worry, someone will fix it." Legilimency failed several times in a row, and Dumbledore was silent for a while, and then found a reason to wave to him: "Time It’s not early, Mr. Welfare, you can go have dinner first, but I hope you will keep these things confidential.”

Eric nodded, put the envelope in his arms, glanced at the empty portrait on the wall again, half-bowed to the old principal, and backed away from the principal's office.

Just as he closed the door to the principal's office, the clock in the corridor also reached eight o'clock. The sound of the hourly clock sounded in the corridor and reached Eric's ears through the spiral staircase.

And the moment he walked out of the Stone Beast Mechanism, all the moving objects in the principal's room stopped. Even Fox, who was combing his feathers with his head down, and the flames burning and beating in the fireplace, seemed to be frozen and motionless.

Dumbledore blinked and raised his head, his blue eyes shining brightly.