Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 91: Outside the principal
I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t communicated with people for too long, the sorting hat’s verbosity far exceeds Wright’s expectations. After he had eaten a large plate of biscuits and a large glass of milk, the sorting hat still did not give him any chance to interrupt.
Wright simply put the plate aside, and then sat directly on the ground, propped his chin and watched the sorting hat perform.
"Let me say, Godric Barabara..."
"That fellow Salazar..."
"Hulga is pretty good..."
"Roina looks too gloomy..."
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"Also, Dai Lisi has a very good heart..." The figure on the painting of a female principal on the wall cast a slightly approving look.
"Euprazia is too conniving with Pippi..." The other headmistress snorted this way.
"Phineas, this little bad species..." An elderly man with a beard glanced over here.
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"Okay, hat," Dumbledore finally took care of his own affairs, turned to this side and said, "Mr. and I still have something to talk about. You can wait until next time. "
"I see, I see," the Sorting Hat said in a contented tone, "Who makes you Dumbledore? But I have said enough today, so let's talk next time!"
Wright breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up and turned to Dumbledore to walk.
"By the way, Wright! Next time help me teach that greasy kid named Snape! He is so annoying! Last time he used a tongue to seal my throat!" The sorting hat is behind Wright Said loudly.
Snape? Greasy kid? The whole school guesses you dare to shout like that. Wright gave the Sorting Hat a thumbs up in his heart.
Wright sat back on the chair at Dumbledore’s desk. After the sorting cap became quiet, the principal’s paintings on the wall fell into a slumber again, leaving only firewood in the principal’s office. The sound of burning in the fireplace.
"Well, Wright," Dumbledore broke the silence, "Can I call you that?"
"Of course, you are free." Lai Fei nodded.
"Last night I saw you in the restricted book zone, watching this "Magic Nature"." Dumbledore stretched out his wand and tapped it in the air, and a large black and red book appeared on the desk. , It was the one Wright read last night.
"You are worried about the nature of your own magic, right?" Dumbledore's hand gently brushed the cover of "The Nature of Magic," and looked at Wright with a smile.
"Well, that's it." Wright said, although it really wasn't like that, but it can only be like that now.
Wright held up a cloud of shadow energy in his hand, "Because of my own magic attributes, I found that many magical creatures will be attracted to me, so I want to learn more about this."
"Don’t worry about this problem. Although magic is born in our bodies, we always manipulate magic," Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and the "Magic Nature" disappeared instantly." Wright, you don’t have to worry about this."
"But what I want to know more is whether you know Wright about your own life and whether you know the source of your magic power." Dumbledore said directly into Wright's eyes.
For a truly savvy psychic master, the use of psychic psychic is never noticed by the practitioner. But just when Dumbledore's magical power was about to touch Wright's brain, he was suddenly blocked by a force he had never seen before, and he had only seen a little light blue light faintly.
"I don't know about this," Wright pursed his lips. "I have been in the Juan Children's Welfare Institute since I have a memory. At that time, Mrs. Susanna said that I was three years old when I woke up. ."
"Mrs. Susanna? Is she your Muggle guardian?" Dumbledore calmly stabilized his body, the return of the force a little bit beyond his expectation.
"Yes, but I think she may not like the name Muggle." Wright did not notice Dumbledore's little gestures. In fact, he only hopes that the current conversation will pass quickly, and then he can leave this place as soon as possible. The uncomfortable principal’s office, "I think she would prefer to be called an ordinary person."
"Sorry, I didn't know you had such a deep feeling for her." Dumbledore said.
"It doesn't matter, after all, this is the usual name in the wizarding world, and everyone is used to it." Wright shook his head.
"Then Mrs. Susanna never talked to you about your parents?" Dumbledore asked.
"No." Wright frowned. He didn't want to talk to others about matters related to his parents in his life.
"Okay." Dumbledore noticed Wright's expression. He knew that his question was already offensive to the child~ IndoMTL.com~ It seemed that the child didn't want to talk about his parents. The question, or in his heart, that Mrs. Susanna is actually his mother.
"Let’s change the question," Dumbledore leaned forward a little, and placed his fingers on the table. This is a very oppressive posture, "Although the magic comes from us. Manipulated, but the nature of the magic power will eventually have a certain impact on the casting of some spells, and this is completely different from person to person."
"Like Godric Gryffindor, although there is no relevant information to prove it, he has never successfully cast a patron saint in his life." Dumbledore said.
"I think, if you want to quickly know what your magical power will affect, which spells will be affected, and to what extent, the best way is to experience it firsthand during the battle. ," Dumbledore said slowly, "Although I am indeed a little older, I think at least I still have the energy to educate my children."
"If you don't mind, we can go to the Quidditch court in front of the castle now to experience the wonders of your magical nature."
"I, you," Wright is a little incoherent, Dumbledore, you just want to teach me a lesson, right?
"It seems you don't seem to oppose this." Dumbledore walked behind Wright, his palm lightly resting on Wright's shoulder.
When Wright came back to his senses again, the two were already standing on the Quidditch pitch.
I don't know if it was because of a sudden coming to the cold outside from the warm headmaster's room, Dumbledore shuddered when he saw the child opposite.