A friendly day at Hogwarts

Harry seemed to see something after the game. From that day on, the nerves of the three saviors became more and more tense.

They would often take a detour and pass by the corridor on the fourth floor.

The image of Professor Snape in their hearts has hit rock bottom.

They seemed to have determined that the person who coveted the Philosopher's Stone was [-]% that "old bat-like Snape".

As for Quirrell, who was possessed by the real Voldemort, they became more sympathetic.

Harry would send an encouraging smile from time to time, and Ron also began to persuade people to stop laughing at Quirrell's stutter.

They believe that the reason why Snape has always been in a irritable state is because Quirrell, who appears to be timid and cowardly, sticks to his bottom line and does not reveal to him the method of cracking the defensive measures.

Glenn also tried to persuade them to think differently and not be blinded by appearances and prejudices.

But with the small drop in friendliness, he eventually gave up on trying to pull them out of their shell.

Anyway, their misunderstandings were all part of Dumbledore's plan and would not lead to any serious consequences.

Glenn has already said what needs to be said, and as long as they wait for the answer to be revealed, the trio will naturally understand his judgment.

One day a few weeks later, it was dinner time.

Glenn again received a note.

The content on the note was very intermittent, in Dumbledore's usual circle-within-a-circle font.

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Tonight at 8 o'clock, the principal's office.

Dumbledore

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It's been a little over half a year since I last went to the principal's office.

He raised his head in surprise and saw the principal in the middle of the teacher's chair nodded slightly at him.

If you guessed correctly, the arrangements for the Zhiyong Dasheng Pass have been completed and have reached the closed beta stage.

And I was like the only lucky player who got the closed beta activation code.

He had dinner slowly and arrived at the principal's office on the eighth floor on time.

The gargoyle, which had not seen him for a long time, looked a little surprised and put him in without even asking for the password.

Glenn was a little surprised.

Isn't it possible that the principal's office will no longer be on guard against him in the future?

The oak door of the office was open, and Dumbledore was drinking tea with a Bee Bee candy in his hand.

Seeing Glenn coming in, he smiled and waved, gesturing for him to sit down across from the desk.

A cup of tea without sugar or milk has landed firmly in his hand.

"It's been so long and you haven't even come to see me, this old guy."

There was a hint of empty-nester grievance in Dumbledore's tone.

Glenn felt a little uncomfortable and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you think the principal's meal is too much, I would be happy to help you share it."

He thought about it in his mind and said jokingly.

"Okay!" Dumbledore did not hesitate and nodded with a smile, "You can come to me at any time. Anyway, the guy downstairs already regards you as half of his own."

Glenn understood.

Sure enough, nothing could be hidden from Dumbledore's eyes.

"That's right." Glenn said, remembering the business.

This is a free prostitution opportunity that involves a series of milestones. How can it not make people feel heartbroken.

"Speaking of which, you asked me here today just to invite me to eat with you often, right?"

He said calmly and half-jokingly.

Dumbledore clapped his hands and laughed: "Of course, invitation is one of the purposes. Besides, there are other things that I need your help with."

"Help?" Glenn looked puzzled, "With your strength, is there anything else you need my help with?"

"Of course," Dumbledore said matter-of-factly, "Strength does not mean everything. Everyone will have a place that suits him. This has nothing to do with his magic level."

Glenn didn't answer and just nodded.

"Remember what we talked about before about the defense measures prepared for the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dumbledore glanced at him and asked.

Glenn nodded slightly: "If I remember correctly, you should be talking about the tests prepared for Harry, right?"

"That's right," Dumbledore said, "The place is almost ready. If it's convenient, we might as well go and experience it?"

"it is good."

Glenn remained calm and nodded in agreement without showing any expression of expectation.

The two did not use Fox's teleportation function, but walked out of the office casually, walked through the stairs and corridors, and came to the door of the room on the fourth floor where the Magic Stone was hidden.

"I personally recommend that you be mentally prepared."

Dumbledore said with a smile after hearing the barking from inside.

Glenn nodded, used the unlocking spell to unlock the door, and pulled the door open forcefully.

Although he had seen it in movies before, Glenn was still a little shocked when he saw the three-headed dog Bendog for the first time.

The three-headed dog Lu Wei was even taller than he thought, and his whole body exuded an aura that was difficult to describe in words.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it seems that there is only one hot Internet term that has expired long ago - "Domineering side leakage".

Lu Wei's height is nearly four meters, which is the height of two adults combined.

One head alone is as big as a "Smart".

That's right, it's the car that looks like the "Laotou Le" mobility scooter.

And there are three such heads.

The scary thing about the three-headed dog is not just its size, but also its personality.

The three heads look similar, they all look like bully dogs.That is the image of the big dog "Spike" in "Tom and Jerry".

At this time, it was staring at Glenn and Dumbledore eagerly, growling like a threat in its throat.

The six copper bell-like eyes were flashing with dangerous red light, and the sharp giant teeth were all white. Thick saliva was slowly dripping from the fangs.

Anyone who has watched the movie or the original work knows that to deal with the three-headed dog, it only takes "one song."

As long as the music plays, Lu Wei will instantly lose strength and lie down and fall asleep.

As an old fan, Glenn naturally remembered it very clearly, but he was not in a hurry to use this trick.

He stood motionless and glanced around the room, noticing the debris piled in the corner.

"Transform quickly!"

With a click of the magic wand, a chair with broken legs on the ground instantly changed into a pile of Frisbees the size of a washbasin.

Glenn waved his wand, and the Frisbee flew out with a "whoosh" and flew towards the head in the middle.

This is a boring little test he imagined based on Newt's cat-teasing stick.

Since Zuowu will be attracted by the funny cat stick, then let me ask...

What dog can resist the temptation of a Frisbee?

Even though this is a three or four meter tall, ferocious and terrifying...

Three-headed dog of hell.