Enter Hogwarts

"How is it, Severus?" Dumbledore met Snape alone in the study on the second floor.

Snape shook his head.

"He is very careful and cautious. Although few people have come back to him so far, he still doesn't trust me..."

"As for the remaining Horcruxes... they were all hidden by him himself."

"The big snake, the golden cup, and a diary?" Snape frowned and asked, "Although I did hear that there was a cup, but...are you sure these are the remaining Horcruxes?"

"I know what you are worried about, Severus," Dumbledore said softly. "The source of the information... is reliable."

"Furthermore, we have indeed destroyed two of his Horcruxes so far."

"Although there was an accident with the last Ravenclaw diadem, the soul fragments in that diadem also escaped his control..."

"What about Harry?" Snape suddenly asked, staring intently at Dumbledore, "What are you going to do about that child...?"

"Severus..." After a long time, Dumbledore sighed.

"So you're just waiting for him to grow up like a pig in a pigsty, just to die once if necessary?"

long silence.

"I'll keep an eye on you, Albus..."

"I will never allow such a thing to happen, never..."

Leon saw his teacher at St. Mungo's again, a week after Christmas and his return to Hogwarts.

This week, Leon, the savior of Diagon Alley, Sanguang Needy, is busy.

Well, mainly busy with homework and final exams.

Yes, Christmas has just passed and Li Ang has already started his final exams.

The teachers in the school unanimously believe that Li Ang went out to hang out with a principal who was also not doing his job because he was too free...

So the professors collectively gave him exam questions that were beyond the syllabus, and after finishing the exam, they drove him to the class of third-year students.

Of course, if you want to say which of these professors is the most outrageous, it must be Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall asked him to conjure a basin of water and a ball of fire, and then turn the basin of water and fire into a dragon, and it had to be lifelike...

Definitely revenge!This is Li Ang's idea, it must be revenge for stealing the limelight in Diagon Alley...

However, what surprised him was a certain professor who didn't wash his hair.

Since handing over his Potions class to Professor Sgrughorn, the old bat has never missed a single Defense Against the Dark Arts class. However, recently, this old bat actually missed two days of classes!

Only then did Merlin know where he had been fooling around...

However, this has nothing to do with Li Ang, because he finally got a break on the weekend, oh no, it was an opportunity to visit the doctor.

"So...you just broke your head with No Nose?"

"Oh, come to think of it, Noseless and Old Bee had an awesome party at the Ministry of Magic, and guess who didn't get an invite?"

"You felt unwilling and felt that you were being bullied in the American style, so you ran off to join in the fun, right?"

Larry blinked and wanted to touch his nose awkwardly, but found that he had no hands.

Both hands were wrapped in bandages.

"Although I don't understand what you are talking about...but I always feel that you are mocking me..."

There was silence in the ward for a while.

"So, revenge is taken?"

"Ah, I reported it. Although I didn't do it myself... Dumbledore told me that old Nott, that bastard, had indeed gone to see Merlin..."

"Okay, then I'll stay at Hogwarts from now on, but I'll change my classes..." Leon said angrily.

"Uh... well..." Larry smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I'm already planning to go back to France to retire..."

"what?"

"Um... you eat potatoes three times a day. I can't bear it at my age..."

"And...it's time for me to go back and see them..."

The ward was silent for a while.

"Okay..." Li Ang muttered, "I'll see you when I have time during the holidays..."

The weather in January is getting colder and colder.

Since there has been a lot of snow, the little wizards have been obsessed with snowball fights recently.

Of course, it's not like Muggles play, but snowballs controlled by magic and then thrown to each other.

Of course, since Li Ang was accidentally injured by someone and a snowball was thrown into his neck, no one has played with snowballs in front of him anymore.

Because Li Ang directly controlled the snow and turned it into a snow dragon, burying all the culprits in it...

However, there was no snowball fight today, because today was the match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for the third and fourth place in Quidditch.

At the end of next month, Gryffindor will compete with its arch-enemy Slytherin for the No. 1 spot.

As the starting player this time, Annie was already too nervous to eat breakfast.

"You don't want to eat?" Li Ang took the last mouthful of porridge, "Don't say I didn't warn you, in this weather, if you don't eat a bite, you will be so hungry, dizzy, and your body will become hypothermic in less than an hour... Finally Jump off the broom."

The sixth grade Hufflepuff senior slapped Li Ang on the head.

"Shut up! Say less!"

Li Ang curled his lips and took a glass of grape juice. His left hand "accidentally" revealed the corner of a small bottle. Inside the bottle was a golden potion. A small droplet even jumped up from the surface of the potion from time to time, like a dolphin in the sea. Playing.

It was the prize he won in Slughorn's class, a treasure he usually hung around his neck without even looking at it.

"Leon?!" Annie asked softly in surprise.

Li Ang immediately looked at her warily.

"what?"

"I saw it all!"

"See what?"

"What do you say?"

While they were bickering, another owl flew towards Li Ang.

"Oh...?" Li Ang took the letter and scratched his head.

It's a letter from Laurentius.

When I opened the letter, there were still beautiful Laurentius-style calligraphy inside.

This guy always has some special persistence in some aspects...

"Dear Boss:"

"When you read this letter, I have already embarked on the road back to China with a feeling of anxiety and atonement. Of course, I have to thank you, especially Professor Dumbledore, for your help, otherwise the French Ministry of Magic would not be like this Let me go easily."

"Two days ago, Madame Maxime went to the French Ministry of Magic in person. After having a 'friendly' meeting with the Deputy Minister of Magic for an afternoon (some people said that she beat the Deputy Minister for an afternoon), the other party agreed to let Beauxbatons Punishment for what I’ve done.”

"If nothing else happens, I may have to drop out of school, be supervised, have my wand withheld, and have to stay in school and work for a long time to make up for the mistakes I have made."

"This is the good news I've been asking for."

"Of course, if you are willing, I can continue to come back and work for you after my punishment is over."

"However, I have to ask for a large salary this time..."

"Yours truly, Laurentius Lima."

"PS: We'd better be careful. I heard that most of the vulture group has been arrested, but the vulture hasn't been caught yet. He should hate us to death..."

"It's not bad..." Li Ang put away the envelope and stretched for a long time.

Quidditch started after breakfast.

Although Li Ang was freezing hiding in the crowd, I have to say that today's performance was still very good.

Especially Anne-Rose, who scored sixty points by herself.

There's even a Quidditch version of the leaf ball...

"Li Ang, although we are victorious, I won't tell the professors."

This is what Anne solemnly said to Li Ang during dinner.

"What are you talking about?" Li Ang was confused.

"Are you pretending again?" Anne said with a proud smile, "I've seen it, you added the elixir of good fortune to my grape juice!"

Li Ang slowly took out the small bottle from his chest, which was still full.

"You are thinking too much..." Li Ang said slowly, "I can't bear to use the elixir here, not to mention, I haven't even drank it myself..."

"What about you this morning?" Annie's eyes widened.

"Oh, this morning, I just pretended to put a drop in your grape juice to make you less nervous!"

"Lee Ang!"

Just when Anne was about to give Leon a righteous headbutt, a third-year Gryffindor girl ran over with a red face and threw a letter.

Judging from the pink envelope and the heart on it...Annie felt that it must be a love letter.

Thinking of her father's instructions in the letter a few days ago, Annie's face turned a little red.

However, what is more burning in my heart is anger!

After snorting coldly, he left without looking back.

"What the hell?" Li Ang was confused, threw the love letter into his schoolbag, and continued to feed Groot...

Of course, at this moment, Li Ang didn't know that there were still people in distant Egypt who were thinking about him.

A handsome young black-haired man stepped on a middle-aged woman's face with expensive and exquisite leather boots.

"You mean...you don't have the gift of prophecy at all?" he asked with a smile.

The middle-aged woman lay on the ground shivering, with runny nose and tears.

"Yes... I'm sorry... Sir, I'm not... I mean..."

"What she means is that I am the prophet..." A teenage girl came out of the house and said calmly.

"Oh?" The young man smiled and said, "So, Your Majesty the Prophet, did you foresee my arrival?"

"I know why you came, this is what you want."

The young man took a crystal ball handed over by the girl, looked at the mist inside, took a deep look at the girl, and kicked the middle-aged woman aside.

"Let's go, Cicaro."

"Teacher, are you going to let them go just like that?" a boy in a lower grade asked closely.

"It's okay, we will use them again in the future..." the young man said calmly, and smashed the crystal ball in his hand on the ground.

The crystal ball shattered, and inside, a skinny woman with messy hair, strange hair accessories, and a brown bun made a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"He is back!"

ps: Look what is this?