Spell Players at Hogwarts

Where England and Scotland meet, the uninhabited wilderness always contains many mysteries.

Unknown beasts inhabit the lake, and in this environment surrounded by mountains and rivers, an ancient castle built in 990 AD has become the biggest mystery here.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, on the eighth floor of the main tower of the castle, located at the highest point of the conical tower. The dim sunlight shines through the balcony of the tower into a room full of portraits.

Under the sun, the rotating silverware slowly sprays mist, like a lit incense burner... Maybe this is what this thing is used for?

"Seriously, Dumbledore, maybe you should change your taste."

"This is not befitting the Headmaster of Hogwarts at all. It smells like a paradise for those brats."

"I'm sorry, Phineas, but I quite like...well, the light lemon scent."

Sitting on a chair, an old man with a white beard has his eyes closed. The half-moon eyes are placed on the bridge of his somewhat crooked nose, making the old man look a little less serious.

"I think it's pretty good, at least it's better than the ones you made back then...aromatherapy?"

The portraits on the wall seemed to come alive, and the one who spoke was a witch in black robes.

"Much better? You are questioning my taste, Dai Lisi!"

"Do you even need to ask, Phineas? The most outrageous thing is that you even put your damn incense under my portrait!"

"Hey hey hey! Calm down Doris, he is deliberately trying to make you angry. Phineas is always so boring."

"Me? Bored? I think you are..."

"Okay, don't disturb Albus!" Delis seemed to feel a little tired. Since Phineas, the quarrels have always been the same for a long time.

Could it be possible to crawl along the frame and beat him up?

Does this damage the image of the Headmaster of Hogwarts?

However, everyone who can sit here is considered one of our own people. If there is a conflict between our own people, if it is not dealt with as soon as possible...

Delis was lost in thought, while Dumbledore, who was sitting in the chair, squinted his eyes and leaned back. He really couldn't understand what would happen in this small office for more than 40 years.

"Do you like it, Fox? Maybe you should try it, Lemon Olaf, it tastes really good."

As he finished speaking, on the golden stand to Dumbledore's right, a fiery red Scottish long-haired turkey (crossed out) fluttered its feathers slightly.

As a proud phoenix, you actually want to feed me ice cream?

If Fox could talk, perhaps nothing would be more appropriate than hetui.

"Hey, Fawkes wants nothing to do with you, Albus!"

"It just lacks some... um, courage?" Dumbledore said with some regret. Regarding the thousand ways to feed the phoenix, this might become another masterpiece after the twelve uses of dragon's blood?

Newt should be very interested, as he has been trying to catch Fox's attention.

Fox was naturally not surprised by Dumbledore's bad taste.

After more than 40 years of being a principal and running around for most of his life, a centenarian’s little hobby doesn’t seem to be that hard to accept (oppose), right?

"tui!"

Fox shook his plump body and spat golden-red flames into the ashes below.

Hmm... golden legend?

"Hey, I can't stand that long-haired turkey anymore, Albus!" Phineas shouted. As the most unpopular Hogwarts headmaster in history, Phineas has a troublesome mentality. There is still a set.

If he was given training for a period of time by an innate Dzogchen master who held both yin and yang energy in his mouth, it would definitely be a sure thing.

"tui!"

A ball of golden legend went straight to Phineas's picture frame from an unknown corner. Suddenly, the old headmaster of Hogwarts screamed and hid under the picture frame.

"Take that fat chicken of yours..."

"Fox, you did a great job!" Delis said quietly, and she appeared in Phineas's frame with her arm.

"You're crazy, Dai Lisi, you actually want to open it..."

Listening to Phineas' scream, the contented look on Dumbledore's face became even more intense.

Therefore, the old friends in the picture frame can always bring me some unexpected... uh...

A slight vibration came from the door. In an instant, all the portraits returned to their positions. Dumbledore coughed slightly, moved his fingers slightly, and the golden flame covering Phineas' frame suddenly disappeared.

"Goo!"

Fox let out a grunt of disapproval, the old guy who always liked to orchestrate it hadn't finished washing his face.

"Okay!" Dumbledore coughed twice, and with the click of the door, all the chaos seemed to calm down again in an instant.

squeak~

The door was pushed open, and a witch wearing a dark green robe walked in. Her figure was lean, and even because of the passage of time, the witch did not look half bloated.

She pursed her lips, as if she had a majestic buff. Of course, as the deputy (crossed out) principal of Hogwarts, being more serious seems to be... the norm, right?

"?"

(scratches head)

"Aha, Minerva, why are you free..."

"Today is the day to recruit new people. I have been busy all night for this. Don't tell me you didn't do anything!"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and stared at the white wizard, who was known as the greatest in history, with rather unkind eyes.

Of course, even if this old man with a white beard is great, he can't hide his stinky habit of being flirtatious and fond of fishing.

So, you should retire when you reach your age, right?

"In fact, you have wronged me, Minerva." Dumbledore said slowly, his eyes calmer than ever before, and he looked very indifferent.

"Of course I know it's recruiting day, and believe me, I'm looking forward to it more than anyone."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall's expression became even more ugly.

I'm right about Dumbledore always being like this. I'm not wrong. You should listen to me. Professor McGonagall is very familiar with it.

"Then, very good, so, have you stamped your mark?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, like an ocelot about to get angry, and her dark green pupils were full of...questions?

After all, my name as headmaster still needs a small prefix. Before I can obtain the title... well, I just don't want Severus to take advantage of it.

Despite Severus' usual greasy and cold demeanor, this black-haired middle-aged wizard was more threatening than Flitwick and the others.

Ah!

"Now, Minerva, you have to forgive a centenarian... uh..." Dumbledore looked at the growing white hair on Minerva's head.

It seems like I should use a different excuse next time?

Thinking, Dumbledore held his wand in his hand under the table.

"Look, it's almost done!"

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a quaint wooden door appeared on the stone wall.

The door creaked open, completely revealing the small space inside.

In fact, there is nothing in it, except for an oak table and the paper and pen on it, there is nothing else.

Perhaps the only thing that can surprise Muggles is the sunlight shining through.

So, sunlight can actually penetrate stone walls?

Also, why does a pen need sunlight to assist when writing?

"Look, what I said is right, it's almost done!" Dumbledore said, and the quill on the oak table also stood up... He raised the tip of the pen and pointed it at Professor McGonagall. It seemed that he was Saying hello to Mag.

After all, Dumbledore can't always be the headmaster, can he?

"As long as you are sure." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She was really fed up with Dumbledore's rogue tricks.

"Oh, it looks like it's done!" Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, very satisfied with the efficiency of Hogwarts Castle.

With a wave of the magic wand, a piece of parchment flew out slowly. The brown parchment was filled with names written in golden ink.

"Oh, unfortunately, there is no Weasley this year." Dumbledore paused and looked at the detailed information under each name.

This is like a resume for admission. All children born will appear in this world with their own information.

Some are unremarkable, while others are extraordinarily dynamic.

This is the case for admission to Hogwarts. The castle is responsible for collecting information, plus professors filling in, and then both parties conclude a short-term or long-term contract.

Just like the inheritance of the headmaster, the castle will choose the most suitable person to manage it, just like the doctrine believed in by the famous staff maker Ollivander.

The wand chooses the wizard!

"No Weasley?"

Hearing this, Mag pursed his lips, his mood seemed a bit complicated.

As the headmaster of Gryffindor, he is naturally no stranger to this resident family. It can be said that they have never changed their position since Weasley entered Hogwarts.

And three of the Weasley family have already proven their worth here.

Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley and Percy, each of them is an outstanding member of Gryffindor, especially Charlie, as the Quidditch captain of Gryffindor, although he has not played in the past two years. The team's results were not the best, but this made Mag extremely satisfied.

But everything that happened last year also gave Magna something... she has talent, but it's a pity...

"Oh, yes, I think you can look forward to it a little bit." Dumbledore looked at the simple records on the parchment. Every time he scanned a name, the vaguely captured information would appear in Dumbledore's mind. It wasn't until a special name appeared that Dumbledore stopped reading.

"So this child is old too?" Dumbledore was slightly lost in thought, stroking the familiar name with one hand, but his thoughts couldn't help but drift to the distant Stalingrad.

"Dumbledore? Dumbledore? Albus?"

Professor McGonagall asked softly, breaking Dumbledore's thoughts.

"Ah, I'm sorry. You know, when I get older, I always like to express feelings and remember. It's like listening to a beautiful opera, music..."

"This is the admission list, Principal Dumbledore. This is not an opera libretto." Professor McGonagall pushed up her glasses with one hand, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just saw a familiar name. There's nothing wrong with it. Speaking of which, I haven't fulfilled the promise I made to Mr. Christopher at that time. It's really..."

"Christopher?" McGonagall paused and seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"Yes, if you have heard of Kodostoris, I don't think anyone can forget the name."

"If you are referring to Principal Christopher..." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "Can the child also come? Didn't he receive the notice from Kodostoris?"

"This is in England." Dumbledore shook his head, "What's more, how could they allow the children of Christopher's family to enter school?"

"But..." Professor McGonagall hesitated slightly, "Is the child really okay? I heard that he seems to be an Obscurial, and the Sorcerer's Sorrow is really..."

"Don't worry, Minerva, no one knows better than me. If he is really dangerous, I will not allow him to be fostered in the Muggle world." Dumbledore paused slightly, "I heard that he is still I was adopted, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

"Is it real?"

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and expressed her strong dissatisfaction with Dumbledore's irresponsible words.

However, Dumbledore said it was okay, so it should be okay, right?

"What's the child's name?"

"I remember, it seems his name is Lynch." Dumbledore said slowly, "He has already appeared on the admissions list."

"What about the Soviet Union?"

"It's okay, they won't embarrass a child." Dumbledore shook his head, "What's more, even if they want to embarrass a child, they have to go through several procedures."

"I'm afraid they will come directly. You know, those Soviet wizards always ride a whole tree to play Quidditch. If they do something..."

"You just need to send out the admission notice normally. I remember that the person who adopted him is also a witch, named...Meadows?"

"Meadows?" Professor McGonagall shook her head. Just a short name would not bring many memories to McGonagall, but when it comes to witches who have married Muggles in recent years...

"You mean that Hufflepuff kid."

"A very courageous lady, isn't she?" Dumbledore looked very happy after hearing McGonagall's words.

"Ms. Meadows will help Lynch. Speaking of which, we have been delayed for a long time."

"Yes, the owl in the tower has..."

"Well, I mean, my Lemon Olaf is going to melt away." Dumbledore slowly took out a lemon yellow packaging bag from the drawer.

"Want some, Fox? Trust me, this stuff is really good."