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The next day, after Godric woke up, he squeezed his childlike hands with complicated emotions, and felt uncomfortable watching the breakfast served by the house elf.

On the little table by the bed were two breakfasts and a parchment.A set of cups, plates and dishes he used to eat, filled with ham and eggs, bread, and porridge he used to eat-according to the adult's portion.Another is a children's cutlery with a cute little yellow bear, and it contains a croissant, a hard-boiled egg, a brightly colored fruit salad, and a glass of orange juice - in child's portions.

It seems that the elves are also confused.

He thought quietly for a moment, and had to say that such a state was rare for him.He decided to check the history books today. Since Hogwarts is still there, at least there should be a history of the school to look up the mystery of his death, and maybe he can find a clue about Serena.

In any case, he didn't believe it was Slytherin.There must be something hidden in this.When he gets back, he'll find out everything.

However, he thought again, could he still go back?

He picked up the parchment first.On it are cursive characters with many small circles intertwined with each other.

"My dear child:" Seeing this address, Gryffindor took a deep breath.

"I hope you slept well last night. How about visiting me in my office this morning? I have the new Duke of Bees candy and hot tea here. Go out and turn right and walk along the promenade. There is a gargoyle at the door." .I have set up a special password for you, 'apple assorted candies'."

Signed "Grandpa with long white beard."

He sighed and tapped on the table.

"Master Gryffindor, what are your orders?" An elf wearing a tea towel with a Hogwarts badge appeared with a "snap".

"What's your name?" Gryffindor asked.

"Kiki".answered the house-elf.

"I want you to do three things. First, tell all the elves at Hogwarts not to reveal my identity to anyone. My current name is Rick Gran..."

The house-elf interrupted Gryffindor with an exclamation.

"What's wrong?" he asked in surprise.This situation is really unusual for elves.

The elf screamed, "Kiki interrupted Master! Kiki is going to punish himself!" He hit the floor.

"Stop!" Gryffindor stopped him just in time, and ordered, "Explain!"

"Oh, I'm afraid your order is contrary to the order of the Slytherin master. He ordered that no elf should speak the name Rick Grann in his presence." The elf immediately stood up and replied.

"Then call me 'Mr. Gran'".Gryffindor was silent for a while in surprise, and said.

"Yes."

"When you have any outsiders around, you have to treat me like an ordinary pureblood. Second, provide me with clothes, food and other items that match my current shape. Get me five sets of clothes before tonight, and also There are pajamas; third, I mean anyone, including all the people in this castle, teachers, students, even the headmaster."

"Of course," the elf replied.

"Remove this breakfast, I just want the child's."Gryffindor said, taking one last look at the familiar gold and red lion emblem on the quilt.

"Yes Master".Kiki disappears with the tray.

Gryffindor sighed again, got up and changed into his own clothes, made a few shrinking charms, sat down at the table, and started eating his children's meal.

The yellow bear painted on the light red cup is wearing a blue short sleeve, holding a honey jar in his hand, grinning happily.Gryffindor picked it up slowly, took a sip of the orange juice, sighed again, and ate it. Putting down the glass and picking up the croissant, he found a picture of a blue and white saucer in the center of the bread. A pink, unidentified animal with long flowing ears and a few narrow stripes on its abdomen, also smiling happily.He closed his eyes in pain, squeezed the bread into a small ball and stuffed it into his mouth, closed his eyes and began to eat his fruit.

A blue donkey is painted in a pale yellow salad bowl.

Gryffindor picked up the hard-boiled eggs.

A red tiger smirked at him in a white porcelain egg cup.

"Oh, Merlin!" He yelled, closed his eyes and swallowed three mouthfuls of boiled eggs, and had to drink a few mouthfuls of orange juice from a bear cup.

After dinner, he tried to calm down and looked at the small clock on the bedside table.

Eight fifty-five.

He adjusted his clothes and headed for his old office with the parchment in hand.

After entering the door, he sat down on a chair—a chair with specially padded feet and light yellow upholstery.

"Ah, my child, you are here." The old man smiled and took out a box of assorted candies, made hot tea, and asked, "Or do you want some hot cocoa?"

"Thank you, tea will be fine."Gryffindor picked up his teacup, recalled the table manners that Slytherin had told him repeatedly, and took a sip after confirming that he had done nothing wrong.The old man in front of him is his successor, and he is kind and friendly to such a "little boy of unknown origin".Pay attention is always right.Although he himself doesn't enjoy it very much.

In Dumbledore's view, this child is still young, but he is very calm and intelligent, and his etiquette cannot be said to be impeccable, and there is nothing wrong with it.Possibly a pureblood, he thought, but he had no recollection of "Gran" as a common surname in the genealogy of noble wizards.

"Sir," said Gryffindor, deciding to make his request directly, "I would like to see the history of Hogwarts and the history of magic."

"I think you mean, 'Hogwarts, A History'?" Dumbledore pushed the candy box forward, and continued, "It's in the library, and I'd be happy to let Mrs. Pince know, but Before that, we still need to find your family."

Gryffindor took out a piece of candy, looked at the fancy packaging and felt he didn't want to eat it, rubbed it back and forth in his hand, and replied, "I don't have any living relatives, I'm... an orphan." He could hardly help rolling his eyes , No one has asked him such a question for hundreds of years.Being questioned like a lost child is truly the experience of a lifetime.

"Rick," he said with a benevolent smile, "look, we have a problem now. I don't know how you got here, or know you, or what you like to do, and I have to put you back in your Go wherever you come, with people you know and like.”

If only you could let me go back, Gryffindor said almost aloud.He said impatiently, "I don't remember."

"This is not easy to solve." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows high and made an exaggerated troubled expression, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No." Gryffindor said firmly.

"Okay, okay, let me take a look, don't move around, do it well, a good boy will not be afraid of magic." Dumbledore said, took out a wand with his slender fingers, and quickly used a magic wand. A diagnostic spell.Gryffindor immediately withdrew his magic power, leaving only the level of a five-year-old child.

After a moment, he lowered his wand. "You are such a brave and good boy," he praised softly, "I have an idea," he added, "There are a few children I like very much, and they have a comfortable and warm home..."

"I'd love to, but I'd like to read the school history first." Gryffindor cut him off.

"Of course, of course, you will see them in a few days, and then you can decide where to live." Dumbledore laughed, this child is too special, he can't find any trauma that can cause his amnesia, He could only try his best to see if he could live with the Weasleys and stay within his sight. "Looks like you can't wait to play," he said. "Well, boy, if you get lost, you can ask the students, and the portrait will be happy to help you."

Gryffindor jumped off his chair, said goodbye and left the headmaster's office.