Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"General, you lose, Principal Brian."

"No, no, I made a mistake just now, let me regret it!"

"Principal, you will have no regrets!"

"If you don't let me regret my move, I won't tell you who can fix the time turner!"

"……All right."

After a few steps.

"Check again! It's useless for you to regret your move this time."

"It doesn't count, it doesn't count. I suddenly had a stomachache just now and I couldn't show my normal strength. Let's play another set and win two out of three!"

"If I disagree, you still won't tell me?"

"Young man is so smart!" Brian said with excitement.

"Okay..." Dean was very helpless.

……

It must be admitted that although the magic level of ancient wizards far exceeds that of modern times, they are far inferior in wizard chess.

Dean patiently played several games of wizard chess with Brian, and felt like he was able to kill the opponent without much effort.

Before he knew it, it was getting dark, but Brian was still enjoying himself on the road of regretting and cheating.

until--

The door to the principal's office was suddenly pushed open, and a dark-skinned middle-aged wizard wearing brown wizard robes walked in with a tired face.

"Ah ha, Principal Mungo, you are finally back. If it had been any later, I might have been so beaten down by this kid that I would never want to play wizard chess again." Brian said happily as soon as he saw the person coming.

Dean suddenly felt bad, feeling that Brian was pestering him to play chess to delay the return of the current headmaster of Hogwarts!

"Brian, I think that's not a bad thing." Mango glanced at Brian tiredly.

Brian immediately showed a hurt expression: "It's so sad! I tried so hard to help you retain this guest from the future, but you treat me like this..."

Brian said as he pretended to wipe away non-existent tears and ran away from the portrait as fast as he could.

Dean didn't even have time to stop him. He only realized at this moment that Brian was about to refuse the bill!

"A guest from the future?" Principal Mungo focused his attention on the young wizard in front of him and frowned deeply. "What's your name?" Principal Mungo asked.

"...Andy White." Dean thought for a moment and decided to use a pseudonym.

His name did not appear in the history he was familiar with. In order not to change history, it was safer to use a pseudonym.

"Okay, Andy. You look like a Gryffindor student? What era are you from?" Mungo asked.

"Yes, I come from Hogwarts in the early 300s, more than 20 years later." Dean replied.

"Has the magic world, more than 300 years later, reached a point where even young wizards of your age can use time turners at will?" Mungo asked.

"Well, this was just an accident, otherwise you wouldn't have seen me as the only time traveler." Dean laughed dryly, not telling the truth.

"If it was an accident, why don't you return to your own time?" Mungo obviously didn't fully believe Dean's words.

"The time converter that allowed me to travel back and forth is broken." Dean took out the silver alarm clock and gave it to Mungo. "Principal Brian said he knew someone who could fix this."

Mungo glanced at the silver alarm clock and knew that Dean was not lying.

He shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you've been tricked by Brian. He has no idea who can fix this thing."

The worst suspicion was confirmed, and Dean immediately said angrily: "Brian is the former principal of Hogwarts. How could he deceive a student like this?"

"If you have read his masterpiece "Jigli Bokli and Hawkspox", you will probably think that he is a person who likes to play pranks." Mungo said helplessly.

"Then do you know?" Dean asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"It's a pity." Mango shook his head.

Dean's eyes darkened. It seemed that he could only repair the time and space converter in a stupid way.

"But I can find someone to ask for you." Mango continued.

"Thank you so much for that."

"I don't want to cause trouble. Time travel of more than 300 years is really too dangerous. If it's not handled well, big trouble will happen!" Mungo said that Dean was overthinking and he was afraid of causing a big trouble, so he took the initiative to help.

Mungo left Hogwarts Castle with Dean and went directly to the Forbidden Forest.

He used his wand to fire a red flare.

After a while, the sound of trampling horse hooves came from deep in the Forbidden Forest.

Dean knew the centaurs were coming as soon as he heard it.

"Hi, Principal Mungo, it's rare that you are here today. How are you? How many more patients have you treated?" The centaur who came here had blond hair and a golden mane. At first glance, he looked like he was using pure Made of gold.

"Hello, Frentzen." Mungo greeted with a smile, "I'm here to ask you for something."

At this time, Frenten's eyes had moved to Dean, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in a hollow tone: "Ah, a guest from 300 years later, I smell a familiar smell from you."

Dean was wondering why Frentzen's name sounded familiar to him. Seeing that the other party revealed his origin in one breath, he obviously also had extraordinary prophecy talent. In this way... Dean thought of the inventor of the Prokos robe. He seems to be a centaur named Franzen Prokos?

Thinking of this, he asked tentatively: "With all due respect, are you the famous centaur prophet Mr. Franzen Prokos?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of hesitation flashed across Mango's face: "Andy, you still said that you traveled through time and space unintentionally? How did you know Frentzen's name? Not many people know that Frentzen has vision now. "

Dean was immediately embarrassed. He really didn't expect to run into Frentzen by accident. This misunderstanding made it seem as if he was traveling through time and space to come to Frentzen.

"Principal Mungo, you misunderstood. I know Mr. Frentzen because of this robe." Dean said, making the Prokos robe materialize and show it to the two of them.

"This robe..." Frentzen came over to take a closer look and said uncertainly: "The material used to weave this robe is indeed partly from my mane..."

"Don't be ridiculous, you are covered in golden hair, but this robe is clearly emitting silver light..." Mango had a look of disbelief on his face. He felt that Frentzen must have foreseen something, so he protected Dean.

"This is what's weird about me. I feel like the mane that belongs to me on this robe is the result of my hair changing color as I get older... There are also hairs from other creatures, which I can't tell yet. ..." Frenten frowned.

"Sorry, Mr. Frentzen, I mean no offense. This Prokos robe is indeed made of centaur's mane and..." Dean was about to say that another material belonged to the invisible beast, but was stopped by Frentzen. Cen interrupted.

"Dean, don't tell me another material. That material must be found after thousands of experiments by myself before it can count. Telling me directly will change history." Frentzen warned.