[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

What is the most embarrassing thing in the world?

Newt couldn't speak.

But he felt that opening the Howler letter under the glowing eyes of a bunch of wizards who would have a place in the history books if they took it out was definitely one of them.

The California condor, who came all the way to deliver the letter, ate something from the owl bowl, drank some water, and set foot on the way home.The wizards at the long table watched this bird that was said to be on the verge of extinction spread its huge wings and soared into the sky. They waited until the hair on its butt could no longer be seen. A look that knows you and me.Only the younger one standing on the side face sank like water, while there was a student-like lowered head behind him, as if he suddenly had an extremely strong interest in the material and color of the carpet.

Quickly shaking out his wand and throwing a silence spell at the roaring letter, the Scamander scholar, whose fame was almost ruined, silently wrote another account to his granddaughter, and then, in the eyes of everyone "why are you so skilled?" Feng remained motionless and continued following the topic before the meeting paused.

The primary topic of today's meeting is about a few old guys who are not born in the world. Originally, these respected wizards always liked to put on the airs of the world's masters when dealing with the crisis of the Dark Lord. The few wizards that Flamel's matchmaking approached were all well-known figures. Dumbledore was puzzled, but he couldn't leave them alone.

Nick Flamel, who is more than 600 years old, attracted the most firepower. The wizards wanted him to tell the reason why he suddenly put his foot in the mud, but whenever he was asked this question, he always pretended to be stupid. Dazed, today Dumbledore will not let it go so easily.

Flamel also knew what they wanted to ask, so after pondering for a moment, he still gave his old friend face and explained the reason for his sudden end.It's a pity that he explained it better than he didn't explain it-no one believed him.

Nonsense, when any wizard hears Merlin's apparition, his first reaction is probably to send the person who said that to St. Mungo's.Although the people present couldn't do this, they were more or less muttering in their hearts, "Old fox, don't talk if you don't want to, just keep your eyes open and talk nonsense."

So in the weird atmosphere, they turned to another topic, which is also the top priority of today: Dumbledore's injury.

After Snape finished speaking briefly, Newt also showed his results - he really found a solution once and for all.

"The tears of the phoenix, the molasses of the heartworm, the venom of the winged demon, and the mouthparts of the soft-clawed land shrimp, if the proportions are well adjusted, the curse can be lifted, and it can be delayed for at least five or ten years. But I say Up front, the potion made from these raw materials must have some after-effects."

The person on the other side of the ocean who was accused of not being able to burp farts, don't mention Doriso when he speaks now, he wrenched his fingers, and there seemed to be a little bit of schadenfreude in his tone...?

"What do you mean by sequelae?" Dumbledore asked.

Newt shrugged.

"You may suddenly have a little dementia, or you may cry from time to time, oh yes, you may be a little unlucky."

...Please don't say this so lightly please!

There was a wizard in a black cloak next to him who couldn't help laughing out loud. This man looked nothing special, but if someone looked carefully, the black robe even had the pattern of a magic circle flowing on the corner. In other words, great value.

"Your students are always smarter than you, Dumbledore." As soon as he opened his mouth, it was hard to ignore, because the sarcasm in that old voice was like a weathered sword, "I don't think there is any need for potions. A little demented." Raising a hand interrupted the principal's intention to speak, he straightened his cuffs. "Snape owes you to clean up the mess for you? He said it nicely, what made little Malfoy clean, and he didn't have the idea of ​​​​the Elder Wand in his heart. I'll tell you now, die this heart Well, the Elder Wand has been down for thousands of years, and it has never been so safe and flat that it has been tricked by anyone, and it will only be happy if there are some twists and turns."

Dumbledore's eyes turned heavily to him, but the latter turned a blind eye to the pressure from those blue eyes, and just played with a uniquely shaped triangular pendant in his hand.

"Five years or ten years, it's not a loss at your age, Dumbledore, you are old, how many years do you have to live? Nick Flamel lived to this age because of the Philosopher's Stone, and there is another Desperately cut yourself into slices to pursue some leap to death," the black-robed man said sweetly, "Think about it, old friend, do you think you can still squat in the principal's office and raise chickens in 200 years? Candy?"

Nick Flamel, who was lying on the gun, was like an old monk in meditation, sinking into the comfortable sofa and laughing without saying a word.

Lying Fox: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The potions master pretended that he didn't hear anything, and stood beside him with a dark face. The young student behind him tried his best to shrink himself down, but the man in black robed Dumbledore didn't let him go after he stabbed him, and pointed at him. Pointing: "Voldemort's family is big now, and even the neutral faction who has always been vacillating has been bought by him by some means. If you expect the kid raised in the greenhouse for several years to fight him, you should cleanse yourself as soon as possible. Lie in the coffin and forget it."

This is a heart-wrenching statement, but no one here is unaware of the fact.

"The mysterious man has really been doing a lot recently, and I don't know where he got the wealth from." Nick Flamel sighed and shook his head.

"The mysterious man has so many old-fashioned pure-bloods, and everyone wants to empty their homes and kneel on the ground to praise his stinky feet. Why are there not many Galleons?" A member of the Merlin Jazz sneered from his nostrils, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. He glanced at the man in black, "I don't even think about when he was drinking hatred on Harry Potter, at least half of these people said that their eyes were covered by the Imperius Curse. I think they are Eyes covered by shit."

"You reminded me," another member interjected, "Lucius Malfoy is still in Azkaban, and there are rumors that his son Malfoy Jr. has taken his place in the Death Eaters. Someone has marked Malfoy young—”

"He didn't," said a small but firm voice from behind.

Everyone looked back.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the savior, was now a young man overwhelmed by a room full of textbooks, trying to straighten his back and defend his enemies.

"He didn't," Potter repeated.

He didn't know why he jumped out. After finding out from the potions professor that Voldemort might be making Horcruxes, he began to study with the headmaster. Today, when he was about to leave, he was stopped here by the man in black who suddenly entered the headmaster's room.Now in the whole space, only Mr. Scamander is fairly familiar with him. The others are well-known masters in their respective fields. I can't control it anymore.

"How do you know?" The man in black asked, as if taken aback by his determination.

"I've seen that Malfoy's arm is clean, without the Dark Mark." Potter closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and walked all the way to the darkness.

"Maybe," said the other party in a drawn out voice, "but not having the Dark Mark doesn't mean he's not working for Voldemort."

Potter subconsciously looked at the headmaster, his face flushed, and across from him, the man in black changed his sitting position on the chair with great interest, and also turned his head to stare at the most powerful white wizard in the world.

"Thank you for the message, Harry."

Dumbledore said softly.

The man in black sneered and stopped talking.

......

"After all these years, you still like to play tricks on people. The more serious people are, the more jerk you are." Newt finally spit out this sentence as he pressed the doorknob before going out.

He had expected to see some different reactions, but he didn't expect the man in black to say lazily, "I don't remember who you are."

When Newt went out angrily, he saw him casually throwing the pendant on the table, while Dumbledore leaned back in the chair, motionless as if he didn't see it.

The author has something to say: The man in black robe: a person who everyone knows who he is (＊￣︶￣＊)

Tears of the Phoenix: Powerful healing; Heartworm’s Molasses: Sentimental, an antidote to hysteria; Winged Demon’s Venom: Erases bad memories; Softclaw Land Shrimp: Poisonous, biting can make people very unlucky and very bad unlucky

I'm going to start letting myself go, the plot of the original book doesn't exist, the dimensional wall doesn't exist, just make trouble!Make trouble! !Make trouble! ! !