Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Following Professor McGonagall, the two stepped into the principal's room.

Since he had just arrived yesterday, Eric was naturally not surprised by the layout of the principal's room. It was just the dozen or so unfamiliar figures standing or sitting in the principal's room that attracted his attention.

It was the first time that Li Jordan came to the principal's office. The boy's novelty made him unable to hold back. He raised his head and looked around the layout of the principal's room. He exclaimed in admiration. The next moment, he immediately realized his rudeness and hurriedly He covered his mouth and shrank his head apologetically towards Professor McGonagall who turned around.

"The layout inside the principal's office is really grand. Hey, did you see it? There are a lot of portraits hanging on the wall over there, and they all seem to be staring at us..."

Jordan whispered into Eric's ear and muttered.

"Those should be the previous principals of the school."

Eric kept his lips still and replied vaguely. When he saw Principal Dumbledore coming down the stairs, he pulled Jordan's arm to signal him to shut up.

"I'm glad you like the layout of my office, Mr. Jordan. Mr. Foley didn't praise me when he came to my office yesterday." Dumbledore walked behind his desk and looked at the two people standing in the middle of the office with a smile. Blinked.

The round table and sofa that were placed in the office yesterday were now gone, replaced by a long table and a dozen chairs beside the long table.

Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured more than a dozen cups of tea out of thin air, which were placed along the tables and chairs. At the same time, he sat at the head of the long table and stretched out his hand to his right hand to signal to the officials of the Ministry of Magic. Taking a seat: "Okay, don't stand there, Mrs. Bones, Mrs. Marchbain, Ogden, I'm really sorry to bother you to make this trip yourself."

The two old-looking wizards and witches waved their hands and declined with Amelia Bones, who was wearing black wizard robes, and the three of them sat down together.The other Ministry of Magic officials also looked at each other and followed the three of them and took their seats one by one.

The white-haired Lady Gsilda Marchbain picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then complained: "If someone comes to me, I will definitely refuse. My old bones are almost unable to move, but Ah I don’t want you to write to me, but I have to give you the honor to come to Hogwarts.”

Tiberus Ogden wiped his glasses, looked at Eric and the two people who were standing there in fear, and waved to them with a smile: "Child, don't be nervous, Albus told you before coming here You two have done a great job in handling all our matters, and we are just here to make routine inquiries today."

"I'm afraid I don't think so! Mr. Ogden~"

The door to the principal's office opened again, and this time another middle-aged man with a big belly came in. He was seen carrying a crooked broom in his right hand and a bundle of broom fragments in his left hand. He took Professor Seamus and Snee with him. Professor Pu walked in.

He was very tall, almost reaching a height of two meters. He threw the two brooms on the table unceremoniously, looked at the Ministry of Magic officials sitting at the long table, and said with his head held high. : "My lords, after my investigation, yesterday's matter was not that simple. With the testimony of these two professors, we found out that the smell of black magic remained in the broom. I dare to conclude..."

"What you're saying is nonsense!" Mrs. Marchbain interrupted him dissatisfied: "These two out-of-control brooms injured two students and a teacher. It's not black magic. Could it be that the brooms grew their own heads? come yet?"

He was interrupted mid-sentence, and sometimes it is easy to hold back internal injuries. The tall man seemed not to expect that Mrs. Marchbain would directly say what he was thinking. His neck was stiff, and his head shook sideways twice. He held it in for a long time and continued. Said: "Of course, madam, you are right."

"However, there is one thing I believe everyone knows. To cast a spell on a mindless broom, you must be at a very close distance. Black magic can connect to the broom and control it. But at that time, the students were flying There is no one else around, so I suspect..."

The tall, fat man raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Eric and Eric.But from Eric's perspective, it seemed like this person was pointing at him accurately.

"The murderer is among the students."

After the words fell, there was silence in the office. One of the witches was holding up a tea cup to drink tea. When she heard this, she was so embarrassed that she couldn't lift it or put it down.

"Did you have a fever and didn't go to the hospital to take medicine?" Mr. Ogden, who was wearing glasses, frowned and looked at the man at the end of the long table speechlessly: "They are all children who have just entered school for a few days, and they are almost not ready yet. Knowing magic, you actually said they were the culprits that caused the broom to go out of control?”

With that said, Mr. Ogden turned to look at Dumbledore: "Albus, you are the most powerful magician in this office. Did you know how to use dark magic when you were in first grade?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said with a smile: "No, sir, Mr. Mellors didn't start instructing us to learn dark magic until I was in fourth grade."

Mr. Ogden nodded and turned to look at Amelia Bones on his left: "Bones, your magical ability and dueling skills are the strongest in the Ministry of Magic. When you were in grade, did you know how to do black magic?"

The middle-aged witch Mrs. Bones smiled and shook her head at Ogden: "Are you kidding? Every black magic requires a wizard to have strong magical power in order to be able to cast it. Naturally, it is impossible for a first-year wizard. Do it.”

Seeing several people objecting one after another, the tall man knocked on the table and said, "Everyone, don't rush to deny it. As far as I know, this Mr. Eric Foley cast a spell in class a few days ago. He cast a powerful spell and attacked his classmates. Many people know about this, and many students in the school have reported that Mr. Welfare has the same strength as a senior student, and can even cast the Iron Armor Curse. You guys Do you think it is difficult for such a person to perform black magic? Besides, there is a precedent of attacking classmates like this before. I have to wonder if yesterday's accident may have something to do with him."

Eric frowned. This guy had been focusing on himself since he entered the door. Especially when he said black magic from his mouth, he felt something was wrong. The result was not surprising. , this person poured dirty water on him in just a few words.

"Is this true?" After getting a positive answer from the two professors behind the man, the witch who had just been drinking tea put down her tea cup and looked at the little wizard standing opposite them with interest, her eyes fixed on Eric. On his face, he asked curiously: "Are you already able to use the Iron Armor Curse at such a young age? And that powerful curse he just mentioned, what is it?"

"Ahem~" The tall man who had been talking just rolled his eyes and coughed twice, and waved his hand on the table to the witch.

Mrs. Marchbain glared at him, saw his little move, and said unceremoniously: "If you are really sick, go to the hospital for treatment. Don't infect us here. I don't know if you were hit by a Bludger." If you lose your mind, you can still talk nonsense like this."

Then the old man looked at the two Erics and said with a kind expression: "Children, don't worry about this bastard's nonsense. The main purpose of our coming today is actually to find out what happened in your flying class yesterday afternoon. What happened, you just need to tell us carefully and don't worry about that guy."

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand to the witch who had just spoken, and said with a look of disgust: "Davis, drag your brother aside. I think he is an eyesore. In addition, today's matter is not an interrogation, and neither is this place." Wizengamot, if I hear your nonsense again, get out of here."

The witch stood up in response and dragged her brother to leave, but the tall fat man seemed not to want to leave. She pushed her sister and pulled her arm, but she still failed to resist.

Davis?

Hearing this familiar last name, Eric probably understood something, and his eyes passed over the two of them.

If the guess is correct, this woman should be a relative of Roger Davis, but considering that foreign women will change their husband's surname when they get married, could this be Roger's mother? Then this man is his uncle?

No wonder he felt such hatred, it was probably partly out of anger for Luo Jie.