The Magical Journey to Hogwarts

After Qiongqi stopped roaring, he flashed and appeared in front of Bell without using Bell's control.

It lowered its body slightly and nuzzled Belle fawningly with its head.

Seeing the agility in Qiongqi's eyes, Bell knew that he had succeeded, even more than expected.

Qiongqi's body is shiny white, with some black patterns scattered on it, adding a touch of domineering to Qiongqi.

Bell stretched out his hand and rubbed Qiongqi's head. Wherever he touched, there was a warm and jade-like feeling.

Compared with before, Xinsheng Qiongqi is much smaller, probably only the size of an ordinary tiger.

However, because the body is made of magic power, Qiongqi's size can actually be changed at will according to Bell's control. So this change has no real significance.

‘Papapapa~’

Without any warning, a burst of applause came from behind several people.

Several people followed the sound and saw that Dumbledore had appeared there at some unknown time.

"What a wonderful magic. What's its name?"

Dumbledore looked at Bell with complicated eyes, and Qiongqi, who looked like a little kitten in front of Bell.

Bell's excellence reminded him of Little Tom back then.

No! Belle is even better than Tom. At least when Tom was at Hogwarts, he never cast magic that even he couldn't understand.

In fact, it was not only Dumbledore who couldn't understand, but even Bell himself couldn't understand the strange situation he had created. What was the situation?

However, according to the information passed back by the Shikigami Contract, there is no problem with Qiongqi's own condition, and he is 100% obedient and dependent on him. So other little things can be studied slowly in the future. It's not helpful to worry too much now.

"Shikigami Qiongqi. I made it based on Onmyoji's shikigami, Professor."

Bell bowed to Dumbledore and introduced him respectfully.

"Miss Menethil, how are you doing at Hogwarts? Are you happy?"

After listening to Bell's introduction, Dumbledore smiled slightly and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he looked at Zannah.

At this time, Zannah was holding the wand in her hand and looking at Dumbledore warily.

As expected of her brother's most feared enemy, she didn't even notice when he appeared.

Patting his sister on the shoulder, Bell motioned for Zannah to put away her wand.

"I'm sorry, Professor. My sister doesn't leave home very often and gets nervous easily when meeting strangers. Besides, she likes Hogwarts very much and lives a happy life every day."

To be honest, Bell was a little confused. Why did Zannah like Hogwarts so much?

Is it that good here? Why didn't he notice?

"Haha, it's your first time away from home, so it's normal to be nervous."

Dumbledore smiled in understanding.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here. Mr. Menethil, should you bear some responsibility for these people lying on the ground?"

"Well……"

Bel sweated.

This matter was indeed his fault and there was no room for refutation.

"I'll take care of it now, Professor."

Bell scanned the entire Quidditch field, and the little wizards lying dead all over the ground gave him a headache.

Fortunately, due to the sudden intrusion of the dementors, the Quidditch players of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had already fallen to the ground. Otherwise, if you suddenly faint in the air and then fall, it will be a sour taste.

Thinking of this, Bell carefully scanned the little wizards on the ground again.

Speaking of which, when the dementors first broke in, out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to see Harry falling from the air? Why is there no Harry's 'body' in the field now?

After confirming that he had not missed it and that Harry was indeed no longer in the stadium, Bell curled his lips secretly.

‘What a biased old man! ’

"Lim!"

Feeling that there were too many people on the ground, it was too troublesome to deal with them, so Bell decisively called his all-powerful butler.

"Do you have any orders? Master."

After Lim appeared, she first saluted Bell habitually, and then she was surprised to find that the situation on the field didn't seem right?

What has my young master done again?

"Ahem!"

Facing Lim's surprised eyes, Bell coughed twice in embarrassment.

"What, there was a little accident.

You go and take out all the awakening potions in stock, and then ask the house elves in Hogwarts to do a favor, send the students back to their dormitories, and feed them the potions. "

In fact, the little wizards were not hurt at all, they were just knocked unconscious by the sudden magic shock.

Even if you leave it alone, you will wake up in a few hours.

After waking up, I only had a headache for 1 or 2 days at most, nothing serious.

But now that Dumbledore has spoken, no matter what Bell says, he still has to give face to Old Deng, right?

Therefore, Bell decided to donate generously and donate all the rest of the awakening potion he drank before.

As we all know, Bell is a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. So there was no need to thank him or anything else. As long as Dumbledore didn't put any shoes on his back afterwards, Bell would be satisfied.

With the help of many house elves, it didn't take long for the little wizards to be carried back to their dormitories.

Looking at the empty arena, Bell let out a long sigh of relief.

Dumbledore had been standing not far away, staring at him with a subtle look, which made Bell really feel stressed.

"Professor, you see this problem has been solved. If there is nothing else, we can go back for lunch?"

Bell faced Dumbledore's gaze and said bravely.

After Bell finished speaking, the way Dumbledore looked at him became even more subtle.

Dumbledore had been at Hogwarts for half his life, and he felt that he had seen all kinds of little wizards.

But even so, Bell's words still made Dumbledore feel speechless.

You just knocked down almost all the students in the school, and then you plan to go back for lunch? Can't you think of a better way to say it? Even if you don't say anything, it's better than this, right?

This is really a long time coming.

Fortunately, Dumbledore is indeed Dumbledore, and his life of over 100 years is not in vain. He finally suppressed his desire to complain and said to Bell:

"Of course, let's go back and eat..."

Still barely able to hold my breath.

"Ahem, Mr. Menethil."

Seeing that Bell was preparing to run away with a few people around him without any hesitation, Dumbledore quickly called out to him. He hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Next time you study some magic, be more careful and don't accidentally hurt other people."

If Bell came here every once in a while, the students might all have a mental breakdown.

"Of course, don't worry, there will never be a next time!"

Bell promised, patting his chest.

Then, after making sure that Dumbledore had finished speaking, Bell slipped back into the auditorium without looking back.

He was hungry after spending so much magic power before.