A little badger from Hogwarts

Hart and the others also left the bar obediently!

As soon as he walked out of the door, Hagrid patted his chest and said in surprise: "Oh my God, Aberforth is so powerful!"

"Well, he is also Dumbledore's younger brother, so it is normal to have such strength." Hart was still thinking about Aberforth's fire magic just now.

It's so beautiful. Compared to its power, what's more surprising is the user's control.

Aberforth made a fire on the spot, but no guest was harmed by the flames.

"But, does Aberforth actually have a sister?" Charlie was more curious about the source of this conflict.

Hagrid shook his head blankly. He didn't even know everything about Hogwarts, let alone such a secret!

Hart understood the ins and outs of the matter, but thinking about the poor girl and the avoidable tragedy, he sighed silently and said nothing.

Charlie didn't think much about it. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time: "Oh, it's time to leave. I have to go. See you next time."

"Of course, I will give you a surprise next time we meet." Hagrid hugged Charlie and almost choked him to death.

Hart didn't expect Hagrid to get the dragon egg from Quirrell so quickly, but he didn't say anything, just let him be happy for two days!

Anyway, Hagrid, a hybrid giant, has thick skin and thick flesh. Even the fire dragon cannot break his defense as long as it is still in its infancy.

"Goodbye, Charlie! If one day I travel abroad, you have to be my guide."

Hart smiled and Charlie hugged.

"No problem!" Charlie smiled and patted his chest, then waved goodbye.

Hart looked at Charlie's retreating back and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The education provided by the Weasley family is really good. Except for Ron, who has become a little inferior due to living as the youngest child all year round, the other children all have their own outstanding qualities. .

If Hart were the Minister of Magic, he would give an award to the Weasley family. Among other things, if all pure-blood wizards were as fertile as the Weasley family, maybe there would be no such thing as the rise of Voldemort. .

"Do you have any other fun things to do?" Hart looked at the street with people coming and going but didn't know what to do, so he turned to ask Hagrid.

"I originally planned to chat with Charlie all day, who knew something like this would happen." Hagrid was also helpless.

"In this case, I will go back to school first."

Although Hogsmeade is prosperous, Hart is still a penniless poor student. Looking at the dazzling array of things, he can only drool in vain.

"But we all have to go back together!" Hagrid wanted to persuade him to stay.

"The purpose of the school's request for joint action is to prevent everyone from getting lost, but do you think I am such a person?"

Hart spread his hands, and Hagrid shook his head helplessly: "Well, I can't always defeat you anyway."

"Oh, it's two different things. When we play with magical animals, don't I listen to you?"

Although Hart said so, Hagrid's simple mind only had simple concepts of good and bad. As long as he was on his side, everyone was the same.

Therefore, even if Hart is decades behind Hagrid, this big man has never shown any majesty of his elders.

"Then I'll go first!"

Hart waved to Hagrid and retraced his steps.

Along the way, he looked at the various shops and the wizards setting up stalls on the roadside, wondering whether he wanted to conduct a social survey.

However, considering that I am still a poor student and the cost of the admission guide advertisement has not yet been paid, that guy Quirrell may not be able to pay much money.

If I rush to ask them about their income, I don't know what they will do to me.

Still want to make money!

Hart didn't think it was necessary to make money. In wizarding society, the means of production became more obvious, and that was magic.

Maybe I can use magic to earn myself more Galleons?

As soon as the idea came to Hart, he felt that it was impossible. The magic that I am now proficient in are all combat-type, and there is no way to transform them into products that can be seen and touched.

"Forget it, forget it! Maybe I should work harder on the magic text. Didn't the protagonists in the previous life novels rely on this to make a fortune?"

Hart doesn't think he is a very smart person, but fortunately he can learn from the successful experiences of his predecessors.

He ignored the relatively busy streets and walked along the original path to Hogwarts Castle. Nothing dangerous happened along the way.

But just after returning to the castle, Professor McGonagall appeared out of nowhere.

"Wow, Professor McGonagall, how did you learn to be invisible?" Hart patted his chest in shock.

Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression: "Save it, Hart! You are not the kind of little wizard who is easily frightened, and it is Professor Dumbledore who wants to see you."

"Why?" Hart was confused. He didn't do anything illegal.

"For what happened in the Hog's Head Bar," Professor McGonagall said.

Hart frowned: "Well, you knew it so soon? It just happened... less than half an hour."

"Half an hour ago, Aberforth hung Sturkey on the highest spire of Hogwarts Castle."

"I understand!" Hart instantly understood what happened.

"Professor Dumbledore wants to find out what happened at the scene."

"You even know this?"

"In any lively scene at Hogwarts, Mr. Woolie's enthusiastic presence will never be missing."

Professor McGonagall's expression did not change, "These are Professor Dumbledore's exact words."

"Haha!" Hart laughed a few times, "I took it as a compliment from Professor Dumbledore!"

Obviously I don't want to encounter these troubles, okay?

Hart kept muttering in his mind about Dumbledore's evaluation, but at the same time he did not lag behind and followed Professor McGonagall to the principal's office again.

The principal's office is still so empty. Although it is filled with various alchemy equipment, it still makes people feel deserted.

"Qiangqiang!"

When Fox on the shelf saw Hart, he screamed twice with joy, spread his wings and flew over.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hart raised his arm to tell Fox to stop.

"Why didn't I see you last time?"

Hart's fingers brushed Fox's old dull feathers, and the phoenix, which was nearing the end of its reincarnation, just shook its head.

"Fox is about to be reborn from the ashes. It needs more time to accumulate magic power!"

Dumbledore explained aloud and asked Hart to sit down.

"Kid, tell me what happened in the Hog's Head pub to make Aberforth so angry!"

Hart told what he saw. When he mentioned "Ariana"'s name, he hesitated. He looked carefully at Dumbledore and found that his breathing became much faster.

"Oh, Ariana, my poor sister!"

Dumbledore did not hide his sadness, but he also did not explain the ins and outs of it.

"I will speak to Ms. Sturkey personally and believe they understand the inappropriate behavior of two brothers who have lost a sister."

"Also!" Dumbledore took out a bag: "Hart, this is Professor Quirrell's compensation for you."

Hart took the bag and counted it. There were ninety-eight gold galleons in total.

Since it's not an integer, Hart can guess that this is all Quirrell can bring out now.

"But it would be better if Professor Quirrell had notes on magic or travels abroad."

"Don't be too greedy, little wizard!"

Dumbledore reminded him and asked the others to leave the principal's office.