Enter Hogwarts

At No. 10 Downing Street, two elegant old ladies were having afternoon tea in the living room.

"What a disaster, huh?"

"Yes, a disaster..." The old lady in black robe sighed, "I was about to retreat...but this happened..."

"Who says it isn't?" said another old lady.

"Oh, you want to quit too?"

"Well, next year..."

"No matter what, your Ministry of Magic must give me and the government an explanation..."

"Yes," the old lady in black robe said, "For the outside world... is it still the same?"

"It's still the same as before, just talk about the natural gas explosion. Anyway, it's not the first time they have taken the blame..."

The two old ladies seemed to have remembered something funny and chuckled together.

After a while.

"So...he's really back?"

"Well, although I don't want to admit it,... Dumbledore may be right. That man didn't die back then..."

"No matter what, you'd better solve it as soon as possible. I don't want the people below to post notices in the streets and alleys all day long, and the TV broadcasts news about crazy murderers on the loose all day long..."

The old lady in black robe was slightly embarrassed.

Their eyes fell on the coffee table. On it was the front page of the Daily Prophet. A young man held his wand high, and a terrifying thunder dragon formed by lightning above his head.

"What an outstanding young man! How old is he?"

"twelve……"

"Mr. Green, I hope that from today until the end of the semester, you can stay in school safely. Do you understand? You are only 12 years old! Don't be like that ungrateful principal who causes trouble all day long!" In the school, Professor McGonagall He raised his eyebrows and made a rare comment about a certain old bee.

"Okay, Professor," Li Ang showed a sweet smile and took the course selection list in his hand, "Also, this is my course selection list for next year... I think I can leave it to you now..."

Professor McGonagall's attention was diverted and she took the course selection list, her brows furrowed even deeper.

"You took all the classes except Muggle Studies?" Professor McGonagall said in a bad tone, "I think it is necessary for me to make it clear, Mr. Green, that some classes are indeed unnecessary... Although as the Vice-Principal, I don't You should say something like this..."

Leon knew what Professor McGonagall was talking about. In fact, he himself had considered that if he removed the two divination classes, he would be able to have a stressful but normal class schedule.

"I think I still need to listen..." Li Ang explained, "Although prophecies require talent... but I think it is also a good pastime to listen to which classmates will die next year. …”

Professor McGonagall's expression turned strange for a moment.

It looked like he wanted to laugh, but he held it back hard.

"Okay... But, in this case, I have to apply for a time turner for you... You should know what that is, right?"

"Of course, Professor..." Li Ang's obedient cat sat down.jpg

However, Professor McGonagall still looked at him with distrust.

"Okay, Mr. Green, I will consider this matter, and I may have to discuss it with Dumbledore... Oh, Merlin, I have to write at least three inches of materials and instructions every time I apply for a time turner... …”

"Ah, by the way," seeing Leon about to open the door and leave, Professor McGonagall gave one final warning, "Mr. Green, there are many people outside who plan to interview you as the 'Savior of Diagon Alley,' but the school will help you. Rejected."

"However, you still have to be careful. Some reporters... are all-pervasive..."

Li Ang bowed slightly, turned around and went out.

That night, all the little badgers from grades one to seven held a party in the lounge to welcome back the juniors/seniors who had made a splash in the magic world.

However, Li Ang was more worried about whether he would be bombarded with letters from the head of the family, Mrs. Green, early the next morning.

He guessed right and wrong.

If there was good news, Mrs. Green sent him a letter.

The bad news is, it’s a howler letter written with the help of Lady Augustus…

Fortunately, at Li Ang's age, it no longer mattered whether he was embarrassed or not.

Anyway, as long as I am not embarrassed, you will be the ones embarrassed.

"Leon, what are your plans today?" Annie asked with wide eyes.

"?" Li Ang was confused, "What's wrong?"

"that……"

"Which one?"

"Oh, that's the kid you caught!" Annie said excitedly, "I want to interrogate him!"

"..." Li Ang slowly drank the watermelon juice and said expressionlessly this time: "You can't judge him anymore..."

"What?"

"Because he was taken away by his aunt..."

"what?"

Annie's eyes widened even more, her expression dull.

Li Ang smiled evilly and pinched his cheeks.

In fact, he didn't quite agree with Dumbledore's decision.

The little boy named Theodore looked like a Death Eater reserve who would run to hug the noseless thigh in the future. As a result, Dumbledore casually informed Mrs. Nott and took him away.

But... at Theodore Nott's age, it's really hard to throw him into Azkaban...

After all, he is a little wizard who has not even reached school age.

Moreover, Mrs. Nott also promised to take Theodore to study in France.

Come to think of it...there shouldn't be anything going on at Hogwarts?

As for whether he will cause trouble in Beauxbatons...

That has nothing to do with Li Ang.

In this way, despite the turmoil outside, Li Ang spent a month peacefully and got on the train home for Christmas.

However, as soon as she entered the door, she saw Mrs. Green holding a feather duster in her hand.

Compared with the "lively" Christmas scene at the Green family, No. 13 York Street is relatively dull.

If it hadn't been for Mrs. Weasley taking care of the housework, everyone in the house would have gone home hungry tonight.

A tall man pushed open the door and patted the snowflakes on his shoulders.

"Oh, Kingsley, come in quickly, you're freezing! You can have dinner later..."

"Thank you, Molly." Kingsley took off his coat and handed it over, "I haven't eaten on time for a while..."

"Is the ministry still so busy?" Another man took the coat, "The leader of the Vulture Group has not been caught yet?"

"No... that guy is more difficult to deal with than I thought... I'll tell you more in the meeting..."

After a while, there was another knock on the door. Mrs. Weasley looked at the peephole and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was Dumbledore.

"Oh...Sorry for calling everyone here..."

"However, I think in this situation, it is necessary to get everyone together to talk about the situation..."

"But before that, let's eat first! Molly, I seem to smell the fragrance..."