Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Dumbledore pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose, glanced at the little wizard in front of him, and then looked at the stairs where the rumbling stopped.

"It seems that you want to see me for something, Mr. Foley?"

The old principal asked kindly, then walked to the stone beast in the principal's office and shouted the password: "Pile of cockroaches."

After hearing the command, the stone beast standing in front of the spiral staircase in the office seemed to come to life. It shook its body and moved out of the way. With a sweep of its slender tail, it reached the mechanism at the bottom of the pillar in the center of the spiral staircase. The mechanism opened by Romer was restored to its original position, and the spiral staircase was lowered again.

"Thank you!"

Dumbledore nodded to the stone beast, and then led Eric to the descending spiral staircase.

The stone beast waited until the two of them walked in, stretched lazily, and squatted in its previous position again, but this time it no longer looked lifeless, and its slender tail swept from time to time.

"This stone beast is said to have been there when Hogwarts was founded. Sometimes I almost doubt whether it is really intelligent." Dumbledore lowered his head and whispered to Eric, while extending his hand. He clicked on the cylinder in front of him: "There is also this mechanism. I also wonder if there is a problem because it has been too long. I have stayed in the principal's office for decades. This is the first time I have seen it can be opened manually. It is really amazing. "

The spiral staircase slowly stopped in front of the two people with a slight friction sound. Dumbledore stood up and waved to Eric: "Mr. Foley, it seems that there is still a little while before dinner. Come and sit in my office." Well, I’m also curious about what you did in the Forbidden Forest.”

Seeing the surprised expression on Eric's face, Dumbledore smiled gently, waved his hand and said, "Don't be surprised, I just saw that your leather shoes were stained with pine needles and soil unique to the Forbidden Forest. "

After hearing this, Eric lowered his head and glanced at the shoes. Sure enough, he saw some dark red soil and dark blue pine needles on the uppers of the leather shoes.

"You are very observant, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Eric took out his wand, cleaned up the dirt at his feet, then stood next to Dumbledore, and went up the spiral staircase with him. At the same time, he took out the envelope from his backpack and handed it to him: " This is something strange that the centaurs discovered after stargazing. They wrote a letter and asked me to deliver it to you."

"Catman?" Dumbledore took the envelope, his beard raised in surprise, and then glanced at Eric with a deep and serious look: "Mr. Foley, it is still quite dangerous in the Forbidden Forest. I hope You can just play outside the Forbidden Forest next time."

While the two were talking, the spiral staircase had risen to the top, and Eric finally saw Romer standing at the door of the principal's office with an awkward expression.

"Hi~ Principal Dumbledore."

Romer greeted Dumbledore with a slight smile, with a shy expression on his face.

Dumbledore laughed and seemed very surprised by Romer's visit. With a wave of his hand, the door of the office opened automatically. He made an invitation gesture to the two of them and said to them: "Come in, you two." Sir, I rarely get new visitors to this office."

When the old principal entered the office first, Romer floated to Eric's side and asked cautiously: "What should I do, Eric, do you know your principal? Will he expel me from the school?"

There was a black line on Eric's face, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly as he looked at the female ghost whose face was filled with fear.If Dumbledore isn't here, he can just give the letter to Professor McGonagall. If you just rush in and get caught, you won't be able to escape...

However, Eric still spoke to reassure her that although Dumbledore was a bit sinister, he was still kind to his own people.

"Oh, kid, I've seen you several times. It's only been a few months, and you've been in the principal's office almost as often as some professors."

As soon as he entered the office, the Sorting Hat, which was originally hanging down on the bookshelf on the left, immediately stood up, opened his mouth and joked with Eric. The brim of the hat flapped against the bookshelf like a penguin, and moved to the side next to Eric. The nearest place: "Why, you still want to listen to me today...Oh, my God~"

The Sorting Hat who was just mid-sentence suddenly let out a scream, and then seemed to be shocked by electricity. The whole hat shook for a few seconds, and then drooped down again, lying down like a broken hat that had been flattened by an iron. ,quietly.

Ai:? ? ?

What's going on here?

Eric walked over and pinched the silent Sorting Hat in confusion. It felt like an ordinary canvas hat. He held the hat up out of curiosity and suddenly felt a surging magic power emanating from it. It gave Eric the feeling of a treasure covered in dust.

Although it looks very shabby, after all, it is a hat that was jointly thought of by the four powerful founders of Hogwarts. Even if it has no power on its own, it is still a top-quality magic prop.

Eric took a closer look and saw that the hat was not moving at all. He thought that the Sorting Hat was tired and fell into a deep sleep, so he put it back on the bookshelf without caring.But just as he withdrew his hand, something suddenly fell out of the hat and landed on his palm.

He glanced at Dumbledore in surprise, who was making tea with his back to them, and then quickly glanced at the foreign object in his palm.

It was a reduced-scale model of a long sword that looked like Gryffindor's sword, shining with silver light.

But this small model only reveals the hilt of the sword, and the long blade is wrapped by the same mini Sorting Hat.

This is……

Eric doubtfully put the thing that fell out of the Sorting Hat into his pocket, looked at Professor Dumbledore who had turned around, and suppressed the doubts in his heart.

"Have some coffee, Eric, do you like something bitter?" Dumbledore flicked his wand and floated a cup of coffee in front of Eric.

Looking at the coffee falling in front of him, Eric smiled awkwardly: "I prefer something sweeter, can I have some sugar~"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise, then reacted and conjured a small dish of sugar cubes.

"I just read the centaur's letter."

Dumbledore held the teacup in one hand and Firenze's letter in the other. He walked to the table, sat about two meters away from Eric, and said to the two of them: "I actually already know the new constellation. , I have also communicated with the Ministry of Magic, but unfortunately, the current Ministry of Magic’s main focus is not on this, and I can’t make them more vigilant.”

Eric added several cubes of sugar in succession until the coffee turned completely sweet, then he took a sip. Then he lightly tapped the table with his right index finger, while his left hand played with the small model he had just obtained in his pocket, and asked: "Is it because of the ministerial campaign?"

The old principal nodded, glanced at some of the portraits hanging on the wall, and said with emotion: "Right, the most corrosive delicacy in people's hearts, has attracted too many people to be obsessed with it."

"Why don't you try to run for office? Speaking of which, I even made a bet for you." Eric said with a smile, added two more pieces of sugar, and then drank the coffee with satisfaction.

"Oh, how much did you deposit for me?"

Eric raised a finger.

Dumbledore's eyes widened happily: "Yishike?"

Eric shook his head.

"One gold galleung?"

Eric still shook his head.

Dumbledore crossed his legs with interest and tugged the long beard on his chin: "It can't be a hundred gold galleons, then I have to compete for the position of Minister of Magic, otherwise you are wasting Got a lot of pocket money.”

"Ahem" Eric cleared his throat, took out his wand and refilled himself a cup of coffee: "I bet on a Nat!"