The Mysterious Return of Hogwarts

When the sun streamed in through the window, it was about five o'clock, and Neo slept for a while. Then, at seven o'clock, he was awakened by the sound of an owl pecking at the glass.

"Avada..."

The owl fell to the floor of the second-floor balcony like its feathers exploded.

Neo woke up and looked at the wand in his hand that had just flashed a ray of green light. He cast too many spells last night and his inertia was a bit overwhelming. His lack of concentration also lowered his level of silent spell casting. If someone caught the scene just now, Azkaban would like to know about it.

"Someone actually gave me something?"

Neo looked at the owl. There was a leather case tied to one of its talons, and the paper roll inside was exposed.

"The Daily Prophet."

Neo took out the wind paper, then turned around and took out two coins, and heard the panicked flapping of wings in his ears.

"I haven't paid you yet...forget it, just run away."

He opened the newspaper, took a look at it and threw it aside. Ha, Rita Kister is really a dedicated rumor maker.

"A new student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or a challenger?"

"...Neo Slytherin... He is a down-and-out descendant of an ancient family. Relying on the name of Slytherin, he finally reached a dialogue with Dumbledore, but this old man who clings to power will let this Could someone who might threaten his reputation attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

Neo curled his lips. On the surface, he was criticizing Dumbledore, but between the lines, he was ridiculing "Neo Slytherin for being so self-sufficient."

"Stupid conspiracy theories, cheap tricks, the Ministry of Magic has gone too far democratically. If I take office as Minister, the first thing I will do is to set up a propaganda department, bring the Daily Prophet under control, and review every article it publishes. Punctuation, otherwise, sooner or later, you will be so disgusted that you can’t eat.”

Nagini happened to be crawling back from the wild at this moment. When Neo opened the window to get the newspaper, she slid into the house and heard Neo talking to himself. She turned her head and hissed a few times.

After hearing this, Neo rubbed his face and argued painfully in snake language.

"Hiss... I'm not the Dark Lord. Don't frame me. I have no intention of taking you to capture the Ministry of Magic. That would be stupid. Go to bed. Remember to take a shower before crawling into bed."

Nagini was just about to say that she hadn't slept all night and was not in a suitable state to go out, but now she felt relieved.

On the other side of London, Professor McGonagall appeared in the Hogwarts principal's office again. She pointed at the words on the Daily Prophet and read out loud.

"In a shabby and simple wooden house in the countryside, the reporter met the child who claimed to be a descendant of Slytherin."

"...Objectively speaking, this child does not have the glorious temperament of his ancestors at all. There is a dull look in his eyes from time to time. During most of the conversation with reporters, he stared at a cheap notebook in front of him, using The quill scrawled some unexplained patterns. He may have thought that such mysterious behavior could fool outsiders and make people unable to detect his inferior talents..."

"The reporter noticed that Professor Quirinus Quirrell of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also appeared in this room. He stood in the room the whole time. Especially when the child answered the reporter's questions, Professor Quirrell showed his face. The creepy look in his eyes makes people wonder if their great principal sent him to do something..."

Professor McGonagall finished reading this passage in a flat, calm tone, and then looked at Dumbledore with a frown.

"Albus, it's time to end the message. It's ridiculous for this kind of thing to happen again. Since that child doesn't plan to go to school, you should stop worrying about him. Have you forgotten, Harry Potter? There may have been an accident on his side, but he hasn't received a reply yet. Once this drags on and he has passed his 11th birthday, the lock of blood magic on him will be weakened..."

Dumbledore took the newspaper that was full of nonsense, and he smiled and put a candy into his mouth. He sat on a chair, spread out the newspaper, looked at the words on it and let out a slow groan. , a tone that makes others anxious.

"Minerva, don't panic. Nothing will happen to Harry. He lives with his relatives. Moreover, the Ministry of Magic has been paying attention to Privet Drive. You just need to send a few more letters to let them know. Just send it over by owl.”

Dumbledore was planning his trip today. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had not yet been found. He had several candidates in his mind. They were all wizards who were sensible enough and had certain abilities. Therefore, in their previous correspondence, they All declined his invitation.

I saw Quirinus Quirrell's name in the newspaper. Did this kid also come back to England from his travels? He actually got together with a Slytherin. It seemed like his vacation was very exciting.

Dumbledore felt that some things seemed like coincidences and destiny.

"I remember that I said in my letter to that child that our school plans to hire a well-known and experienced Defense Against the Dark Arts professor... Is that how you describe it, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore coldly. She was very angry about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Snape wanted Dumbledore to give this class to him more than once, but Dumbledore was still outside the school every year. Get some random people back.

"I don't remember that we have such a plan to change the position of professor every year. Is there anyone who can bear the word senior?"

Dumbledore wasn't embarrassed either.

"The school is in your hands, Minerva. The appointed time is coming soon. I'm going out to see if I can sort out the candidates for this year's school professors."

He stood up, and the phoenix Fawkes flew from the shelf and landed on his shoulders. In a flash of fire, Dumbledore had left the office.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at an inconspicuous teahouse in London. As soon as he opened the door, he said hello inside.

"Long time no see, Alastor, how is your retirement going?"

A strong man with long gray hair turned his head from the corner. His wooden prosthetic legs were nailed to the floor. His face was scarred and a section of his nose was missing. A shining blue alchemy tool replaced the original one. The little ball was moving around all the time. When Dumbledore came in, it stared at Dumbledore for a long time.

Alastor Moody confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed Dumbledore, and then cursed in his complaining tone.

"If you didn't send me a letter, my life would be perfect. Few people knew where I lived, and I didn't have any contact with some suspicious friends. How could I not relax when I was living alone and like an ascetic? And happiness?”

"Also, why did you ask me to meet here? This teahouse is terrible. You can be seen by many people as soon as you go out..."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and sat down at the table.

"Okay, old man, stop complaining. I came to you for two reasons."