Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"Mr. Bock, I haven't thanked you enough." Dean said, "Thank you for getting me an approval slip from Professor Quirrell to enter the restricted area of ​​the school library."

"That's just a small thing, you don't have to worry about it at all." Bock said with a fake smile.

"Mr. Bock, for the sake of approval, I want to remind you." Dean said slowly.

"Please speak." Bock said quickly.

"According to my observation at school, it seems that Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell are not getting along. I don't know how good your relationship is with Professor Quirrell - but I think if Professor Snape finds out, It may bring you unnecessary trouble." Dean was sure that Quirrell and Bock had a close relationship, otherwise Quirrell would not blurt out and call him by his first name when he mentioned Bock.

"I think I understand what you mean." Bock actually broke out in a cold sweat.

He and Quirrell were in a secret relationship, and no one knew about it except for a few people. If Dean leaked the news without knowing the importance, it would cause a lot of trouble for the two of them.

Thinking of this, Bock felt a little regretful. He should not have coveted the few dark magic items in Quirrell's hands that were said to have been obtained during his adventure.

It's a pity that Bok was so happy to see that he was hunting, and spent a high price to purchase those dark magic items from Quirrell. Although he won Quirrell's friendship, he inevitably got himself into trouble.

Those dark magic items are of high quality, but they are all prohibited from personal collection by the Ministry of Magic. If they were leaked, I'm afraid Burke would have to report to Azkaban.

"Mr. Bock, you are a smart man..." Dean said in a long tone.

"I understand, I understand!" Bock said hurriedly, "I wonder what price I have to pay for you to keep this secret?"

Bock is indeed better than Mundungus!

Dean deliberately hesitated for a long time before hesitatingly said: "Mr. Bock, I heard Mr. Mundungus said that he once sold you a dragon egg?"

Bock's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, maybe this trick was set by Mundungus to get back the dragon egg?If you think about it carefully, this is really possible!

"Do you want it? I can transfer it to you at a low price." Bock said reluctantly.

"So you haven't taken action yet?" Dean's eyes lit up.

"No one can guarantee that it is a dragon egg before it is hatched." Bock said meaningfully.

"Of course, maybe it's just an ostrich egg cast with a transformation spell." Dean agreed.

Bock was delighted after hearing this. He heard that Dean was willing to help hide it, and quickly asked: "What do you mean..."

"I'm only interested in real dragon eggs." Dean stood up and reached for the pipe wand. He believed that after learning from the previous experience, Burke and Mundungus would not have the guts to tamper with the wand again.

Bock seemed to have guessed Dean's thoughts and asked carefully: "So..."

Dean pointedly said: "So if you sell the suspected dragon egg to someone who knows the goods, I hope you can reveal to me who the buyer is in time. I want to verify with my own eyes whether the egg is real." It’s a dragon egg.”

Bock hesitated: "Mr. Thomas, you know this is against the rules. We never disclose the buyer's information."

"I swear to keep this confidential and not let the buyer know that I got the news from you." Dean looked at Bock seriously and said, "I hope this is the beginning of a tacit understanding between us."

"...Okay, let me make up for the favor I owe you." Bock hinted strongly.

"Very well, after you pass on accurate information to me, we are done." Dean agreed not to pursue the matter of Burke's attack on him.

"Mr. Thomas, I must say that you are the most outstanding wizard of your age that I have ever seen." Burke gave Dean a final compliment before leaving.

"Different people have different opinions." Dean walked out of the door of Bojinbok's store and said without looking back, "Mr. Bok, I think you won't publicize what happened today, right?"

……

No. 58 Gibbings Road, Newham, London, second floor, Dean's bedroom, late at night.

After finally putting Knightley, who was full of resentment because Dean came home late from an appointment, to sleep, Dean invited Mrs. Thomas to his room.

"Dean, what's the matter with you? Are you having a hard time at school?" Mrs. Thomas sat on the chair opposite the bed, a little at a loss.

When Dean suddenly began to handle their relationship with an adult attitude, Mrs. Thomas suddenly realized that her son had grown up.

"Mom, I just said at the dinner table that I am very happy at Hogwarts." Dean sat on the bed and was silent for a moment before replying softly.

"Did you have something to say in private when you called me here? Is your pocket money not enough?" Mrs. Thomas asked with concern.

"The pocket money is completely enough, you don't have to worry about it." Dean's answer made Mrs. Thomas a little uncomfortable.

This polite tone was so unfamiliar that it made Mrs. Thomas a little scared, afraid of losing her son from now on.

Mrs. Thomas suddenly had a premonition that her worst fear might be about to happen.

Sure enough, Dean then asked a question she never wanted to face: "Mom, can you tell me about my dad? - I mean my biological father."

Mrs. Thomas twisted in her chair uneasily: "Why do you ask this so suddenly? Didn't I tell you that I won't tell you until you are older?"

"I'm an adult now." Dean said seriously.

"Dean, you are only 11 years old." Mrs. Thomas said weakly.

"In Hogwarts, you are already an adult at the age of 11." Dean said stubbornly.

"Really? Then I have to consider whether it is appropriate to send you to that school." Mrs. Thomas was tough for once.

Dean was a little surprised by his mother's reaction, as if at that moment Snape's confusion spell had lost its effect on her.

"Mom, I think you should tell me about dad. I have the right to know!" Dean said without giving in.

Looking at her son who was getting tough, Mrs. Thomas said weakly: "Why do you have to know? Isn't it better to pretend that that person never existed like before?"

"No, mom, I have his blood flowing in my body. I can't ignore him, just like I can't ignore you." Dean said emotionally.

The Sorting Hat's words touched Dean greatly, making him realize that there must be something wrong with his bloodline, and he had to figure it out as soon as possible.

"Okay." Mrs. Thomas sighed deeply, "What I can say is very limited..."

"I stick to my choice." Dean replied firmly.

"Your biological father's name is Brian Xiao. He is a spiritual young man of Eastern descent." Mrs. Thomas' face showed a touch of tenderness, as if she was missing something.

"When I met him, we were both less than 20 years old. He was very funny and humorous, and he had a mysterious sense unique to Eastern people. I was quickly attracted to him, and we fell in love... and with you."