The Troubleshooting Diary at Hogwarts

What's your relationship with a staff member of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures? Can't we learn the free and easy way of Senior Newt?

And Cedric, who has been in a bad mood lately. Mrs. Diggory looked downstairs and began to scrub the dishes in her hand with her wand again. His own son knows that he just likes to keep everything in his heart and not say it. He clearly liked Quidditch, but he was silent when Amos got his World Cup tickets back.

This child is too quiet. Mrs. Diggory sighed. He wouldn't be so worried if he could play like the Weasley kids all day. Perhaps, she could write an invitation letter to the girl named Qiu? At least the son can have a happy day?

"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on the door.

Who will knock on the door this day? Wouldn't it be more comfortable to come over with a fireplace? Mrs. Diggory wiped her hands and went to open the door in great confusion.

"Hello, Mrs. Diggory, I hope you remember me." An old man with a white beard outside the door greeted with a smile.

Principal Dumbledore? ! Mrs. Diggory was a little panicked and almost closed the door, but fortunately she finally realized that it was not at school, and she didn't do anything bad with Amos...

Dumbledore walked slowly into Diggory's house after drying himself at the door. He was at ease in Mrs. Diggory's somewhat cramped eyes, as if he was the owner of the house.

"I want a glass of hot milk, the kind with sugar." After Dumbledore and Mrs. Diggory stared at each other for several minutes, some helpless suggestions.

"Oh! Oh! Okay! No problem!" Mrs. Diggory came back to her senses and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.

"Wait, can I talk to Cedric alone?"

Mrs. Diggory's footsteps stopped, she mustered up her courage and said in a low voice, "Yes, but can I ask what you want to talk to him about? He has been in a bad mood recently."

"Mom." Cedric looked at Dumbledore from the stairs on the second floor, and said calmly, "The principal wants to talk to me about the study plan for the next semester."

Mrs. Diggory looked up at her son, and at Headmaster Dumbledore who had stood up. She couldn't help but feel a little panic, and she insisted on saying: "If it is A study plan of course...but if it's anything else, Cedric is still a kid, Headmaster Dumbledore." She had heard Amos say that Dumbledore had started to gather old friends from the Order of the Phoenix...

Dumbledore did not speak, he looked at Cedric quietly, and he was also fighting fiercely in his heart.

Cedric smiled and said to Mrs. Diggory, "Mom, you're worrying too much. Principal, please come to my room and talk."

Dumbledore said "sorry" to Mrs. Diggory and spared her, went up to the second floor, and entered the room with Cedric. Mrs. Gorrie's heart thumped, she was just a little uneasy, but she couldn't speak.

After Dumbledore entered the room, he looked at Cedric with great interest at the Quidditch World Cup posters pasted on the wall, as well as the densely packed magical animal models on the desk. with thick stacks of books.

He picked up a small model of a tree guard and scrutinized it for a while, and asked curiously: "You made these small models yourself?"

Cedric nodded, this is his own little hobby, and slowly making these cute little things with clay will give him a sense of satisfaction.

"I believe you were really a Hufflepuff before seeing this." Dumbledore put down the model of the tree protector and said with a smile, "If Newt saw this, he would definitely I will like it very much, and I will take you to meet him when I have the chance."

Cedric's eyes lit up, he nodded excitedly and agreed again and again, he looked a bit like a 16-year-old boy.

"Let's get down to business now." Dumbledore found a chair and sat down, finally hesitating before stating the purpose of his trip, "We all know the big things that will happen this year. , the Goblet of Fire, and Voldemort."

Cedric's hands were clenched into fists, and he nodded through gritted teeth. Yes, so this summer he has always had the fear of waiting for judgment. The death of the previous life is like a steel knife hanging in the air and falling on his neck anytime, anywhere.

"Then, are you willing to continue to be a warrior at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore's voice was very soft. In this way, he hoped to give Cedric the opportunity to think for himself.

Cedric's body is stiff, warrior? Or dead man? He understood what Dumbledore meant, and continued to be a warrior, to push things forward, until he reappeared where Voldemort was resurrected, and then, he didn't know what would happen then...

But don't be a warrior, hide? Pass up the chance to put your name in the Goblet of Fire? Hiding in a corner to see if you can save your life? He doesn't want to hide... But he thinks of his parents and Qiu, and he doesn't want to die...

Cedric's eyes moved from Dumbledore's face to the pile of books under the desk. This is the only place in his bedroom that is different from before. A picture book of Fantastic Beasts and Quidditch.

He entered Ravenclaw and learned so many guardian and attack spells just to hide? No, deep down he must be ready for the fight, he's been waiting for that day to come, isn't he?

"I do." Cedric's voice came out of his own throat, but it shook him just as much. He had the steel knife in his hand.

Dumbledore's calm expression instantly showed a crack, and his eyes were red.

"It's hard, Cedric, I know, it's hard." Dumbledore said repeatedly, as if other languages ​​had disappeared from his mind at the same time, he took off his crescent glasses, I wiped my lenses, "I promise, I will never let you be like that time, I promise, after the end you can fall in love, get married, have children, oh, I can be the godfather of your children, if you don't dislike me being too old ...Cedric, thank you...sorry, thank you so much..."

Cedric couldn't help laughing when he heard the old man's expression that sounded like an old fool. He believed in the principal, and he also believed that he could change his fate this time. If no... no, no if!

"Our plan is complete..." Dumbledore began to tell the young boy in detail about the plan he had planned and implemented for a long time.

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They are all reborn people, how can the focus of life be completely different! Jue here is still dancing with the tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. She jumped on the dining table and twisted, jumped on the sofa and twisted, and slid down the handrail of the stairs again and again to cheer. People who didn't know thought she won. The Quidditch World Cup trophy.

Linda has given up on this daughter, she just wants to marry her now! Yesterday Molly euphemistically suggested that her two children be engaged this year, but she hesitated and did not agree. She is so stupid! She was going to write to Molly immediately and tell Molly not to get engaged, just let the child marry him! begging!

Juey didn't know that her mother had already swept her out in her heart, she kissed the ticket, and didn't care if there were countless finger prints on it, Fred couldn't get her for a day So many kisses!

"Can't you be quiet for a while?" Linda roared unbearably. Her brain is about to be blown up by this girl!

Luther, who finally returned home to deliver the tickets, is shaving his beard. He has not been home for half a month. This time he threatened the minister to resign if he would not let him go home. Only got a poor three-day vacation. He immediately brought back the most important ticket without stopping, and sure enough, his little baby Zhu Yi was so happy!

"The World Cup only comes once every four years, Linda, don't be so harsh." Luther finished shaving and placed a kiss on Linda's lips with the cool smell of shaving water .

Linda kissed her husband back unhappily, and said dissatisfiedly: "She is 16 years old, she will be married next year, and she is still so childish, how will she manage her own family in the future? "

"Who said that we Zhu Yi will get married next year?" Luther groaned with his eyes wide open, "Let that boy wait, our daughter will stay by my side for a while after graduation. year!"

"Ha! And then give you a cheap grandson? You Americans are so special!" Linda said with a sneer. She has long seen that her daughter and Fred are a firewood, and it is better to get married as soon as possible instead of worrying about their unmarried pregnancy at any time!

Luther was not happy, he sat on the chair with a dark face, but he also understood in his heart that young people were like that, and he knew too well the impulse of youth at the age of 16.

Ryan was sitting on the sofa holding a book, but his mind had already flown away. He listened to what his parents said. He thought that he was 17 years old and would graduate this year. I wonder if Angelina would agree to marry him?

At this moment, two bright lights suddenly shone into the window of Forrest's house. The family of four looked out at the same time, and it turned out that the Weasley's speeding car was there. Shaking in the rain!

"Fred!" Jue immediately went to open the window, flicked the ticket in his hand excitedly, and said, "I have tickets for the Quidditch World Cup! I heard from Dad that you have them too, we can Let's go to a Quidditch match!"

The twins in the car were not excited at all, Fred rolled down the window and shouted loudly to Jue: "We'll talk about the World Cup later! We have to go and save Fumira first. come out!"

"What's wrong with Fumira?" Zhu Yi threw the ticket behind him, and immediately began to climb towards the open car door outside the window.

Fred dragged her in, and Jue fell into his arms. Luther's face was even more ugly, but what made him even more angry was that no one cared about his face at all. As soon as Zhu Yi pulled the door of the car, George kicked the accelerator and rushed into the sky covered by the rain curtain.

"He didn't say hello to us at all! He just took Zhu Yi away!" Luther pointed to the window that was still raining, his fingers shaking with anger.

"You can only have a husband in a lifetime, don't be so harsh, Luther." Linda replied coolly.

Why does this sound so familiar? Luther was speechless.

It seems that Zhu Yi's ability to quarrel and quarrel is inherited from her mother. Ryan closed the book and went leisurely to close the poor wind and rain window.

The author has something to say:

Knowing what would happen, but still choosing to go back the same way, I think it takes very, very bravery, Cedric is a real warrior.