snake catcher

After climbing the stairs with Professor Sprout for half an hour, Mel, who was tired and out of breath, followed the professor and stopped in front of an ugly stone statue with wings, looking at the beautiful snake on the door.Mel remembered where this was - Dumbledore's wonderful office.

"Pile of cockroaches!" Even though Professor Sprout's voice was flat, the ugly stone statue obediently gave way to the entrance.

This was the first time Mel met Dumbledore. In the auditorium, Mel's mind was in such a mess that he had no time to think about anything else.Now that he could see the greatest magician of his time, Mel blushed with excitement!

The stone escalator spiraled up, and just as they stopped, the shiny oak door in front of them opened silently.

"Professor Sprout, Miss Dalton, please come in!"

Mel followed Professor Sprout into it. It was a circular office. The left wall was covered with portraits of past principals, and there were thick magic books and weird magic instruments everywhere.A bit full!Mel nodded and commented on the office.

"Ah, welcome, Miss Maybelle-Dalton." Professor Sprout moved a step to the right, exposing Mel to Dumbledore's wise gaze.

"Thank you, Professor!" Mel hurriedly looked at the legendary headmaster.Behind the thin-legged desk on which he sat, his long, white beard was tied up in a pretty bow with a gold ribbon.The headmaster was wearing a purple-red silk robe, the cuffs of which were embroidered with golden lotus patterns, and the headmaster wore a dirty and ragged black hat.Like a bird dropping on a beautiful amethyst craft.

Seeing this funny look, Mel bit his lip hard to keep himself from laughing!

"Principal, I'd better go to my office and wait for the news!" Professor Sprout's complexion became even uglier.

"Okay, Pomona. I'll give you news when I have a conclusion."

"Goodbye, Dean!"

"Goodbye, Miss Dalton."

Mel watched the professor leave, then turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Please sit down! Miss Dalton!"

"Okay, thanks, Professor!"

Maybelle hurriedly climbed onto the high chair with legs that suddenly appeared behind her, just in time to be at eye level with Dumbledore.

"Want something to drink?" Dumbledore asked her kindly.

"Milk." Mel had suffered countless headaches because of her height, and now milk was her daily drink.

"Okay" Dumbledore tapped her wand, and two glasses of milk in bright long-necked silver goblets appeared in front of her and Dumbledore.

"Please, Miss Dalton."

Mel took a swig from the goodness and waited for Dumbledore to speak.

"Aha, Miss Dalton must already know the reason why I asked you to come, right?" The professor's loving eyes were hidden behind the half-moon-shaped reading glasses, which looked extraordinarily soft.

"I didn't know it just now, but I knew it when I saw the hat on your head, but I still don't fully understand it?" Maybelle replied truthfully.

"You're very honest, Miss Dalton." Dumbledore looked at her encouragingly. "You must be very interested in the 10-minute silence of the Sorting Hat, right?"

After Mel nodded affirmatively, Dumbledore continued to say, "The history of the Sorting Hat is as long as this school. In this long history, you are the first student to be judged by the Sorting Hat for such a long time. Of course, there is also a weak magic power." The young wizard who was almost a squib made the Sorting Hat refuse to sort. Of course, this kind of thing may not happen once in a century." Speaking of which, Dumbledore stopped.

Mel's face was unpredictable when he heard the news, with mixed joy and sorrow. If Hogwarts refused to recognize her as a wizard and let her go home, it would mean that she could stay away from danger.But Mel found that she was reluctant, and now the boiling enthusiasm in her heart told her that she was eager for adventure and this unique and strange experience.Compared with the dangers to be experienced later, the yearning for this fantasy adventure has already taken an overwhelming victory.

"However," Dumbledore pushed the sheepskin letter with the seal of the Ministry of Magic on the table towards Mel, and continued, "I learned from the Department of Contingency Reversal and Professor McGonagall that your magic power is not Weak. So, this one can be ruled out. Of course, I am more curious, Miss Dalton. I put on the sorting hat. As you can see, I have not worn this hat for more than 100 years. Already." Seeing Dumbledore's mischievous expression like an old urchin, Mel, who put his heart back into his stomach, couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

Dumbledore kindly looked at the smiling and cheerful Mel and continued, "I have to say that the Sorting Hat surprised me, Miss Dalton."

Hearing this, Mel felt a little flustered. As a time traveler, if he didn't even have this characteristic, wouldn't he be too poor.She said why there is no benefit at all?It turned out to be waiting here!

Dumbledore felt a little helpless looking at Mel with starry eyes and a look on your face. "The sorting hat said that he couldn't communicate with you, and it couldn't discover your thoughts. So, it sorted you into Hufflepuff. That means, Miss Dalton, either the head wearing the Sorting Hat isn't alive - which of course can't be. Or the Sorting Hat has met a very skilled wizard, and she's very knowledgeable about Occlumency Very proficient. What do you think, Maybelle."

Occlumency?Mel was a little stunned. When did she learn this technique without a teacher?However, Mel felt relieved when he thought about it, it must be a cheat, such a thing that violates the rules of the original book is a privilege that only the time traveler has, and I am born to be useful!Voldemort, werewolves, and vampires, let them all come here!Haha, Mel was completely intoxicated by his imagination, kicking Voldemort away with one kick, crushing the werewolf with the other, and flirting with the handsome vampire.

Seeing Mel trying to make his facial expression look serious, but unable to control the distorted look, Dumbledore shook his head kindly. "Okay, little girl, just laugh if you want to laugh!"

"Haha..." Mel laughed from ear to ear. "Professor, I don't know the reason. Haha, but I have to admit that I am really proud!"

Looking at the smiling little girl, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"Cough! Cough!" Dumbledore said with a serious look on his face.Looking at Mel, whose mouth was still closed, "So, Mel, would you like me to check you?"

Mel withdrew his smile, a little surprised, "How to check? Professor!"

"Hand over here." Dumbledore swept away the things on the table, leaving a space for Mel to put her hand on, rolled up the sleeves of her black magic robe, revealing her slender white wrist, and lit the wand go up.

Then a silver flash traveled along the tip of the staff to Mel's wrist.Before Mel could cry out in pain, there was a bang.After a puff of black smoke, Mel looked at Dumbledore in front of him again. He was a little speechless. The sorting hat had been lifted to the ground, most of his snow-white beard was scorched, and the half-moon-shaped reading glasses had turned black, not to mention Dumbledore. Completely charcoal face.

"Well, it's amazing!" The headmaster looked at the half-burnt beard and felt a little distressed, and cast two spells in succession, "Restore to original" and "Clean up" before he bent down to pick up the sorting hat and put it on him. on the shelf on the left.

He took a sip of the milk in front of him, said nothing, and fell into deep thought.

It took a while before he said to Mel, "This is totally amazing, Mel."

"Ah? How to teach?" Mel was a little slow to react to this series of events.

"How do people tell the difference between Muggles and wizards?" asked Dumbledore.

"Wizards are those who have magical powers, and Muggles who don't." Mel replied dryly.

"Yes, almost. Magic is to a wizard what air is to a person. Whether a person is a wizard or not is determined when she is born. Magic is born, it will grow as you grow, but When you get to 17, the magic is fully developed, which is why the adult age for wizards is 17. After that, the growth of magic is very slow, and some people don’t even grow at all.”

"Aha, kind of digressing, Mel, let's talk about my findings!"

"Mel! Your magic power is different. Normal magic power is everywhere in the human body, just like this glass of milk. But your magic power, Mel!" Dumbledore tapped Mel's milk glass with his wand Lighten up, the milk in the cup began to spin slowly, "This is so strange, Mel, among the people I know, you are definitely the only wizard with magical power spinning in the body. Because it is so rare, So we can't judge its impact on you yet, but optimistically, it should be a very good impact on you, at least you have learned Occlumency without a teacher, right?" Dumbledore crossed, his half moon Reading glasses, winking at Mel.

Mel felt relieved, "Professor, what should I do?"

"Do nothing, Mel. All we can do now is wait for its performance. Well, there is one thing I can be sure of now. Mel, you are a qualified wizard and have every right to be accepted at Hogwarts." Formal magical education."

"Thank you, Professor!" The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and Mel felt extremely relieved.

"Okay, it's getting late, you should be going to bed long ago, as for me, I have to write a letter to Professor Sprout, congratulating her on the fact that her number of students will not decrease. She must be fidgeting in the office?"

"Goodbye, Professor!" Mel jumped off the chair and turned to leave.Suddenly, something came to mind, "Professor, will you tell Professor Sprout about my magic power?"

"Oh, no, no, Mel, I guess this will be our little secret!"

"Okay, professor!" Dumbledore's decision was in Mel's arms. She didn't want to be treated like a gorilla in a zoo like Harry Potter!

After leaving the principal's office, the torch on the wall was burning flickeringly, emitting a dim yellow light.The corridor was dark, but fortunately, Mel had a good sense of direction, otherwise he would have to get lost.

Mel was thinking about Dumbledore's words while going down the stairs, the magical power of rotation in his body was different.Wait, Mel stopped. She remembered the qi in her body. At that time, she thought it was innate qi, and she searched for the dantian for a long time, but nothing happened later.

Could it be magic power?Mel closed his eyes, let go of his thoughts, recalled the feeling when he was a child, and tried hard to feel the difference in his body.

Found it, it is it, head, hands, feet, body, internal organs, everywhere, slowly rotating in her body.

Mel opened her eyes and continued on her way. It turned out that it was magic power. However, Mel clearly remembered that she was bored at the time and made it spin.It's not inherently spinning like Dumbledore thought.

How is this going?Whether Dumbledore didn't realize it or didn't even think about it, it was artificial.Can't other wizards get their magic going?

Mel's head hurt from thinking about it, and he didn't think about it. Forget it, ask Dumbledore someday.

Mel went down the hall stairs, about to turn onto the stairs to the Hufflepuff common room.The huge golden crystal lamp on the ceiling has been extinguished, only a few magic torches on the four walls are still standing, although the hall is still dim.

The heel of the shoe hit the marble floor, making a crackling sound, and the echo was even more hollow and loud, Mel was a little scared.

There was a black shadow in front of me, and Mel gasped in fright. The black shadow stopped on the marble floor in front of him, and two green lights lit up, like night pearls.

It was a cat, scrawny, gray and raggy—Mrs. Norris.

broken!Mel wailed inwardly!With Mrs. Norris here, Filch won't be far away!

Sure enough, a strange figure in the distance rushed over quickly holding a dilapidated small oil lamp.