Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Eric walked out of the principal's office, and a few seconds later there was a dull rumbling sound outside the door, indicating that he had gone down the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore stood in the empty principal's room, adjusted the half-moon glasses that slid to the tip of his nose, walked to the back of the desk with a smile, sat down, picked up the quill on the desk, and drew a piece of letter paper. writes.

There was silence for about 10 minutes. When Dumbledore finally finished writing the letter, wrapped it, and sealed it with wax, Phoenix Fawkes also fell from the crossbar above the table and stood on the desk.

"Give this letter to Minister Bagnor at the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore stuffed the letter into Fawkes' mouth, waved at it, and then watched it turn into a beam of fire and go into the fireplace, with a trace of worry in his blue eyes.

On the bookshelf to his right, the Sorting Hat, which had returned to a quiet state since he came back, moved again at this moment, as if he had just woken up. The tip of the hat was raised back, and the hat's wide-open mouth yawned. Looking at the empty principal's office with only Dumbledore left, he said doubtfully: "Hey, where was the new student just now? Why is he missing? I just recalled a few large-scale battles I participated in back then, and I was about to tell them about it. He listens."

The portraits hanging on the wall opposite it all woke up one after another as if they had been summoned at this moment, stretching and yawning in the portraits.

The old man with an old face and bald head in the center twisted his waist, then looked at the Sorting Hat opposite him, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Okay, you, in the long history of Hogwarts, you don't know how many times you have witnessed. It's just a story that I heard from hearsay and turned into your story. Are you so shameless? If the four seniors were still alive and saw you like this, they would definitely set you on fire."

The Sorting Hat chuckled, grinned and retorted: "You can't say that, old man Yager, I am a Hat who has participated in many battles with the great Godric Gryffindor, and I just fought with that The stories the children tell are all told by you old guys in this principal's office."

"Bah~ There are so many loopholes. Among the enemies who attacked Hogwarts back then, those hateful centaurs were the most active in fighting. If Rowena's husband hadn't supported those invulnerable terracotta warriors in the front, Hogwarts would have been There is no way to stop their attack. Think about what you just told that kid, centaurs and wizards fighting side by side? If the senior Slytherin hears this, he might tear you to pieces. He is in school I hate centaurs the most and always want to drive them out of the Forbidden Forest."

Leonard Yager hit his shoulder and looked at the Sorting Hat with disdain.

"Okay, please stop arguing now!" An old witch wearing glasses adjusted her glasses, frowned and looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting on a chair and drinking milk tea, and asked doubtfully: "Albus, Should you explain to us why we are keeping a close eye on that child? He should be only 11 years old. What is there that deserves your careful treatment?"

Albus Dumbledore stood up from behind the desk, with his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth in the empty principal's room. After walking back and forth about three or four times, he looked sideways at the female principal who had just asked the question: "Daisy, what about that one just now?" What do you think, kid?”

Delis Derwent thought for a while and then said slowly: "This child seems to be unruly. When you are not here, he walks around in the principal's room and looks for things; but when talking to that bad hat, He is also very polite, although it seems that his politeness is a bit hypocritical, but I think it is very good that he can maintain this demeanor at this age, not to mention he has a good sense of humor."

The Sorting Hat twisted, looked at Dai Lisi's portrait, and smacked his lips: "Da Lisi, you are a bit harsh. I think Mr. Welfare is good. He is the first one to bow to me since I became the Sorting Hat. Students who call me senpai and listen to my stories attentively.”

"I don't like this kid!" A shrewd-looking wizard with a goatee stood up, looked up at Dai Lisi's photo frame, and said dissatisfiedly: "He has a smooth tongue and is full of lies. If it were in my time, I would never He will be allowed to come to Hogwarts. His name is not in the Hogwarts school book in the first place. It was forced into it. Besides, this kid attacked his classmates on the first day he entered Hogwarts. If it were me, I would definitely Fire him on the spot.”

"Phineas, I disagree with this." Another middle-aged wizard with a strong body and platinum hair said: "Hogwarts was founded to recruit and train all talented people. Children with magical talents can enter Hogwarts to study as long as they have magical talents. Although I created the Hogwarts Codex, I do not deny that sometimes errors do occur in that book, such as more than 340 years ago. That girl Elizabeth, if Malfoy hadn't protected her back then, she would probably have turned into Obscurus when she was 10 years old."

There was a middle-aged woman with gray hair and wearing a gray-black witch robe sitting in the photo frame next to him. After the man just finished speaking, he immediately said: "Moreover, when I was the principal of the school, the board of directors was It is clearly stipulated that the descendants of the school directors must enter the magic school to study. Even if they are squibs, they can also be educated in herbalism, potions, etc. You won't forget this, Phineas. "

Leonard Yager also joined the opposition. He found a crutch from nowhere, walked between the portraits, and said: "When Hogwarts was founded, the four founders had not yet After deciding on the grade levels, there were only a dozen little wizards. We taught them for several years. Gryffindor even took in some Muggle students and taught them knowledge, allowing them to develop subjects such as astronomy and herbalism. They have no magical ability, but because they have knowledge that is ahead of Muggles, they are also called wizards by Muggles. Even though Slytherin is very unhappy with Gryffindor's behavior, for children with magical talents, Slytherin Lin never turns away students, so after more than 1000 years of development, is our school going to violate the original intentions of the four predecessors at that time?"

Phineas Black saw several principals opposing him one after another, and he slapped the table with dissatisfaction: "Anyway, I don't like that boy, ever since the moment his name was forcibly added to the Hogwarts schoolbook by that guy a few years ago. , I will stick to this attitude, if I were the principal, I would definitely let him get out of the school."

At the outermost edge of the portrait circle, a middle-aged wizard with neat robes and several medals hanging on his chest stood up, holding a straight gentleman's staff inlaid with a blue magic stone in his hand, and looked at Fei Looking in the direction of the portrait of Nias, he said with a dissatisfied look: "So, Phineas, are you now opposing the descendants of my Welfare family from entering the school?"

"Oh~, damn Hugo, who do you think you are? The blood flowing in this welfare body is not the blood of your descendants." Phineas muttered dissatisfied, but still sat down with a dissatisfied look.

"Okay, please be quiet. Our job now is to assist Albus. He decides everything in the school. Why are you so excited?" Dexter Fusco stopped the principals from quarreling and stroked him. With his protruding belly, he looked at Dumbledore, who had a thoughtful expression on his face, and asked, "I heard you chatting with that child just now. Albus, are you suspecting anything?"

Dumbledore continued to pace around the room, the Elder Wand in his hand, tapping his temple repeatedly.

"Rather than doubting it, I am certain of something."

Looking at the former principals staring at him on the wall, Dumbledore showed a mysterious smile on his face and pointed to the astronomical telescope placed in front of the window.

And Eric, who had just returned to the Gryffindor lounge, couldn't help but slap his thigh and yelled in regret.