Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

There were so many professors present, and even Dumbledore was paying attention to Harry. They would never let anything happen to Harry.

But Dean couldn't help but take action, which turned all the arrangements he had painstakingly planned to keep a low profile into a joke.

Sure enough, Dean noticed that Professor McGonagall was walking from the teacher's stand with a serious expression - looking at the direction of her gaze, he was coming towards him.

Dean's heart suddenly rose to his throat. Professor McGonagall was not as easy to fool as Hagrid.

"Hello, Hagrid. I noticed that Harry and the others seem to be looking for you." Professor McGonagall said hello to Hagrid first.

"Oh, I'll go find them right away." Hagrid winked at Dean and turned around to leave.

After sending Hagrid away, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said to Dean: "Mr. Thomas, Professor Dumbledore wants you to go to the principal's office to find him after celebrating - you know where the principal's office is, right?"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's suspicious look, Dean immediately realized that the rumor that he was a road fool must have reached Professor McGonagall's ears.

It's all because of Seamus' big mouth!

Dean, who was about to cry without tears, said quickly: "I think I can find it, Professor."

"Okay, the password is 'Zizi Honey Candy', don't be too late, Mr. Thomas." Professor McGonagall warned.

Dean's heart was boiling like boiling water. He had been deliberately keeping a distance from Dumbledore since he entered school. He felt that he was not ready to face the greatest headmaster in the history of Hogwarts.

Now that his impulse has exposed him to Dumbledore, can he successfully hide his secret?

After noticing Dean's anxious expression, Professor McGonagall showed a rare smile: "Mr. Thomas, I think you should celebrate your victory with your friends first."

"Good professor."

Although from the look on Professor McGonagall's face, the situation shouldn't be too bad, Dean still couldn't cheer up.

After arriving at the restaurant, the atmosphere at the Gryffindor table was very lively, but Dean didn't notice the Iron Triangle, so he probably was with Hagrid.

After a hurried meal in the restaurant, Dean arrived at the eighth floor of the castle in an uneasy mood. The principal's office was behind an extremely ugly and huge stone monster - the gargoyle.

Dean had passed by here more than once before, but never intended to go in, but today he had no choice.

"Zizi honey candy." Dean knew that the password in the principal's office often changed, but he didn't know what the password meant this time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gargoyle suddenly came to life, jumped to the side, and the wall behind it cracked in half.

Although Dean was worried about his upcoming fate, he couldn't help but wonder secretly. There were absolutely two different things between imagining something through words and seeing it with his own eyes.

Behind the wall was a spiral staircase, moving slowly upwards, like an escalator in the Muggle world.

As soon as Dean stepped on, he heard a roar from behind and the wall closed again.

The stairs spiraled higher and higher, higher and higher.

Finally, Dean, who felt a little dizzy, saw a shiny oak door in front of him, with a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffon.

Dean stepped up the stone stairs and knocked on the door knocker.

The door opened quietly, and Dean walked in. No sign of Dumbledore was seen.

Dean looked around and saw that it was a large, beautiful circular room filled with all kinds of funny little sounds.

On the table with slender legs, there are many strange silverwares placed, which are constantly rotating and spitting out small puffs of smoke.

The walls were covered with portraits of old male and female principals. They were all talking softly in their respective frames. As soon as Dean came in, they immediately snored softly, as if they had been sleeping.

Dean glanced over and didn't find Gryffindor's sword.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.On a shelf behind the desk stood a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat—the Sorting Hat.

"Aha, I remember you, Dean Thomas!" The Sorting Hat shouted happily as soon as he saw Dean. "I have been wondering when you would fulfill your promise and come and tell me your story - luckily You didn’t keep me waiting too long.”

"I'm afraid now is not a good time. Principal Dumbledore wants to see me for something." Dean quickly declined. He had not yet decided whether to tell the Sorting Hat his real experience or the trick he made up to deceive Quirrell. experience.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore is out for something, and it will probably take some time before he comes back. This is a good opportunity." The Sorting Hat stubbornly insisted.

Dean noticed that the previous principals who were sleeping on top of the portrait quietly opened their eyes, and they were obviously also very interested.

Dean was immediately stunned, knowing that this time there was no escape.

The question now is which story he should tell the Sorting Hat.

Through the sorting ceremony, Dean knew that full-level Occlumency would work on the Sorting Hat.

Although the Sorting Hat could see his bloodline, it couldn't read his thoughts.

If he tells the Sorting Hat about the "life story" that he made up and successfully deceived Quirrell, there is a high probability that he can deceive the Sorting Hat.

But - Dean felt that it was not appropriate or necessary to lie to the Sorting Hat, not to mention the serial mission. Dean didn't know if lying to the Sorting Hat would lead to the failure of the mission, and he didn't want to take the risk.

"If you must listen to my story -" Dean said slowly while thinking, "I'm afraid I can't say much, because I don't know much about my life experience."

"As much as you want, hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait any longer." The Sorting Hat kept urging.

"Well, since you insist -" Dean glanced at the Sorting Hat, "My name is Dean Thomas, after my stepfather's surname. My mother said that my biological father abandoned us not long after I was born... "

"Abandoned? Are you sure you're not leaving?" the Sorting Hat interrupted.

Dean shrugged: "That's what my mother said. - Then my mother and my stepfather had three more children, the older ones being twins - Fianna and Daniel, nine years old this year. The youngest It’s a girl, her name is Knightley, she’s only four years old.”

"Are your younger brothers and sisters also gifted with magic like you?" the Sorting Hat asked enthusiastically.

"I haven't seen it yet." Dean hesitated and did not tell the truth about Knightley's abnormality.

"So your mother and stepfather's family should be all Muggles, so your magical bloodline should be inherited from your biological father?" the Sorting Hat reasoned.

"Probably, I have no impression of him at all. Maybe he is also a Muggle." Dean replied nonchalantly.

As far as he knew, Muggle families also had a very small chance of giving birth to wizards, and Hermione Granger was the best example.

"No, I can never be wrong. You have the blood of at least two pure-blood families." The Sorting Hat emphasized again.

"Which two families are they?" Dean thought. This seemed to be an opportunity to trigger the next mission.