Hogwarts wizard

When it comes to ordinary people, most people are not willing to do it because of the honor and fame they gain, but they ignore the blind arrogance and countless dangers that may come with it.

Jellal nodded. Before he had the strength to match his ability, it might be better to do it in the name of the academy.

"Do you have a manuscript?"

If you want to find Dumbledore, you have to come up with something. Otherwise, how many people will believe it if you just say it with your mouth.

Jellal casually pulled out a few drafts, which were his analysis and interpretation of those ancient magic texts. The most important thing is that Jellal combined some manuscripts and roughly translated a short travelogue.

"Oh, my God, dear Gerald, I think we have to go find Dean Dumbledore now." Professor McGonagall's hand holding the draft was trembling slightly.

She had some knowledge of ancient magic texts and could see the feasibility of the text on this draft at a glance, but the specifics still required professional analysis.

"Professor McGonagall, will the current time bring trouble to Gryffindor?"

Jellal didn't want any more points deducted from Gryffindor. Ever since Jellal answered Snape's question in Potions class, he had never been "favoured" again.

Harry had been called so many times that he now had to work hard to learn this subject. Harry felt that Snape was targeting him, but Jellal always felt that Snape was grooming him.

Because of this, Gryffindor really had a lot of credits deducted...

If you deduct it again, who can bear it?

"Don't worry, this matter won't be spread. We will use Floo powder to get there."

After Mag finished speaking, he took out something that looked like a flowerpot, which contained something that looked like the ashes left after burning vegetation.

"Listen, Jellal, watch how I use it. The pronunciation must be clear. Stand here."

Mag entered the fireplace, suddenly thought of something, and walked out again.

"Jeral, you come first, tell me where you want to go, the Dean's Office of Hogwarts, be a little clearer, and then throw the floo powder at your feet, come on." After saying that, McGonagall put the floo powder at your feet. The powder was handed to him.

Jellal grabbed a handful and threw it at his feet, "Hogwarts Headmaster's Office!"

With a bang, green flames burned, and Jellal disappeared.

Then Mag used the same method.

Jellal just felt his eyes blur and entered the dean's office.

At this time, Dumbledore was leaning on a chair and taking a nap. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and saw a gray-faced Jellal.

"Geral, how does it feel to use Floo powder for the first time?" Dumbledore had a smile on his face and his tone was full of ridicule. 7K妏揩

Jellal smiled bitterly, "Very good..."

It just didn't tell him that he had to keep his balance when he fell down.

result……

He landed face first.

Then Mag saw Jellal's appearance and said, "Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to explain something."

"Good evening, Professor McGonagall. I brought Jellal here so late. There must be something very important."

McGonagall nodded and handed over Jellal's draft. Dumbledore had some doubts in his heart, but after just one glance, he was shocked.

"Treasure, if the contents of this draft are confirmed, it will have a profound impact on both the ancient magic writing circle and the entire wizarding world!"

Dumbledore didn't know much about ancient runes. He was more proficient in spells and defense against the dark arts.

But he could see the value of this article, but he still needed to find professionals to confirm it.

"The problem is that this article was written by Jellal." McGonagall was also a little embarrassed. This honor was really attractive. If it was published anonymously in the name of Hogwarts, it would not only make Jellal lose his signature. If you don’t have the right, you will also miss out on a lot of resources.

"Geral, what do you think?" Dumbledore asked. He didn't know much about this child, but he also knew that he stood out in the academy and was very dazzling.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I would like to publish anonymously in the name of the House."

Hearing his words, Dumbledore nodded and said, "There was a prophecy that if most of the ancient magic texts were analyzed, then the wizarding world would usher in a qualitative leap. Your travel notes are enough. One hundred and eight ancient magic texts were analyzed.

If you publish in your own name, it can bring you great honor and a very high social status, but at the same time, the attention from all walks of life will put you in great danger.

The Dilaps family may not be able to protect you. "

Hearing his words, Jellal nodded. In fact, he knew very well that the Dilaps family might not protect him.

Mag also nodded. None of them had such a deep understanding of ancient magic texts, but they had the same idea. They knew that if this matter was confirmed, the consequences would be more serious than they imagined.

"Okay, kid, I should probably record what happened today. I have an agreement. Jellal, you might as well give it a pen name."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, his quill soaked with ink, the ink of an octopus.

Then it automatically starts writing on the paper.

"Feng Ye."

Jellal opened his mouth and said that Fengye was the name he used to use in the interstellar world. He was respected by everyone because of his achievements in archeology and nutrition.

"It's a good name." Dumbledore said. No one would have thought that this name was Jellal.

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore handed the piece of paper to Jellal and whispered, "No fourth person will know about this."

"Professor McGonagall, send Jellal back."

Dumbledore looked at the sky outside which was already a little brighter, "Call Professor Palch over by the way."

"Although I don't remember Professor Palch's appearance, I know his office."

McGonagall joked, which made Dumbledore smile a little more.

look?

Only then did Jellal remember that he seemed to have never remembered Professor Palch's appearance.

"Let's go, Jellal."

At this time, you can now walk around the academy at will, and even those who love learning have begun to memorize those obscure spells and potion formulas.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Jellal said as he arrived at the door of the dormitory.

"Have a good rest."

Jellal nodded. Today is Snape's Potions. Be careful not to make any big mistakes, leaving aside Harry's matters.

He's also really unfriendly to Gryffindor.

Looking at his roommates who were sleeping soundly, luckily he was still tiptoeing when he came back, for fear of waking them up. It seemed that he was thinking too much.

Jellal yawned and climbed into bed, looking forward to climbing to the top of the wizarding world in the future, but he just thought about how difficult it would be to get ahead when there are so many capable people.

Especially little wizards like him, there are really many.

However, these things he wants may be available in his dreams.