hogwarts treasure hunter

December 24th, the day before Christmas dinner.After Connor got up, he went to the auditorium for breakfast. He drank milk and ate a piece of apple pie.At this time, an owl flew in from above the auditorium. It flew next to Connor, with a letter tied to its talons.

Connor looked at it suspiciously, then looked at the envelope and saw it read "To Mr. Connor Johnson."Connor took the letter and pushed the pile of dried fruits next to it towards the owl.Opening the envelope, there was only a piece of parchment inside, which read:

"I'm sorry to disturb you on Christmas, Connor, but can you have a chat with me, an old man? I sincerely invite you to tea in my office after Christmas dinner. The password is jelly slug.

Your friend: Albus Dumbledore"

"Professor Dumbledore? Why are you looking for me?" Connor thought as he took the letter. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. He decided to let nature take its course and continued to read (turn over) books in the library.

The Christmas dinner in the evening was honestly very well done. The Christmas magic fireworks in the auditorium hall, the fir tree decorated with decorations and magic lights in the open space in the middle, the Christmas songs floating in the air and the strong aroma of food heightened the festive atmosphere. It's great, but there are very few students on campus.

After the dinner, Connor returned to the dormitory and changed into clean clothes. He came to the giant stone beast guarding the principal's office. The giant stone beast asked for the "password". "Jelly Slug" After Connor said the password, the giant stone beast turned away. body, revealing the spiral staircase behind.

At the end of the spiral staircase was a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin's head. Connor picked up the knocker and knocked lightly.

"please come in"

Connor opened the door and walked in. Behind the door was a spacious, beautiful circular room, full of all kinds of funny little sounds.Many strange silverwares were placed on the table with slender legs, spinning and emitting small puffs of smoke.The walls are covered with portraits of the old male and female principals in the past, some are empty, most of the rest are sleeping, and one is actually reading a book.There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk, there was the school's sorting hat. There was a black cabinet opposite the desk, and Connor knew that there was a pensieve inside.There was a tall gilded perch behind the door. Fawkes was not on it. He did not know where he had gone, and Connor did not see the legendary sword of Gryffindor.

"Sit down, Connor, what would you like to drink?" Professor Dumbledore asked sitting behind the table. Connor turned around and saw the professor with a kind smile. Behind his semi-circle glasses, a pair of bright eyes looked at him gently. Holding Connor.

"Is there butterbeer? I'm curious about the taste of that..." Connor said, well, it should be normal for students to ask the principal for a glass of beer, right?

"Of course, as long as you like." Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, and butterbeer with thick foam slowly began to appear in the cup in front of Connor from the bottom up, as if there was an invisible bottle pouring into the cup. Same as wine.

"Professor, can I learn this trick?" Connor said hopefully.

"Haha, of course! Your pursuit of magic is far beyond that of ordinary people. Can I ask why?" Professor Dumbledore said.

Here, Connor felt. Although it was unexpected, it made sense after thinking about it. After all, Connor was too self-disciplined and too good for ordinary students!Connor thought for a while and replied seriously: "Professor, I grew up in a welfare institution. I have never been exposed to the magic world before. I am very fascinated by magic. I hope to learn more magic!"

"It's certainly good to learn more magic, Connor, but we must pay more attention to our hearts and not let it deviate from the right direction. You must be wondering why I called you here? To be honest, I have observed that you have After a while, you are smart, studious, and popular. The professors also like you. Of course, you are also more mature and self-disciplined than your peers. You are even better than the students who have graduated. This is exactly what I want. Something to worry about.”

"Actually, I am very happy when an outstanding student appears in the school. Just like more than 50 years ago, there was also an outstanding student, but I made a mistake that time. If I could have been earlier, more patient, and communicated more If so, maybe it won’t be like that. Oh, I’m sorry, Connor, people always become more verbose as they get older.”

"It's okay, Professor, you continue."

"Ah, Connor, thank you for your tolerance. I just said that I made a mistake. Of course, that is another story, so I won't say more here. After that, I have been reflecting on what I should do for many years. Okay, so I brought you into my office and wanted to talk to you, Connor."

The professor's eyes have changed and become sharp, as if he can see your heart clearly. Connor knows that the critical moment has come. Whether he can freely learn magic and enter the magic world in the future depends on now!

"Why do you study magic? What kind of person do you want to be?" Professor Dumbledore asked in a deep voice.

Connor knew that when facing the greatest white wizard of this century, all you can do is tell the truth, so Connor lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head, looked into Professor Dumbledore's eyes and said, " I learn magic to protect myself, and I want to become a person who can protect myself and the friends I recognize in the face of any danger!"

"I understand." Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said slowly, then he opened his eyes, his eyes were gentle, and he asked in a relaxed tone: "Ah, please forgive the curiosity of an old man, do you agree?" What are your friends like?”

"Of course, Professor, I currently consider second-year George and Fred to be my recognized friends. Although they seem to be fooling around, they are indeed great friends!" Connor said seriously.

"Well, it's them! Being friends with them will definitely not be boring!" Professor Dumbledore said easily, and winked at Connor after saying this!

"You're absolutely right, Professor!" Connor replied with a smile.

"Ah, it's already very late. Go and rest quickly. Young people still need to rest more!"

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore," Connor said and walked out of the principal's office. After he left, the principal's office did not become quiet, but became more lively. All the previous principals expressed their opinions.

"Albus, are you too worried? Not everyone can become a mysterious person!" one of the principals asked

"How do you know it won't happen? People's hearts are unpredictable. No one can predict what will happen." Another principal interrupted.

"Okay, let Albus decide. He hasn't reached the age of being an old fool yet!" said a female principal.

Professor Dumbledore had been listening quietly. Then he raised his head and said, "I think they are different!"

The principals in the portrait looked at each other without saying anything, and the principal's office returned to its usual quiet state.