A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 348: 17-year-old Dumbledore
Chapter 350 Seventeen-year-old Dumbledore
The next day, it rained heavily at Hogwarts. The rain extinguished the morning mist in the Forbidden Forest, but turned everything in sight gray.
XiuXuu was huddled in the cradle bed covered with fine sponge and velvet cloth. Since it knew yesterday that it would live in Hogwarts forever, it refused to get into the space inside the pocket watch. Instead, it took advantage of Felix Without paying attention, he moved his bed out, and then hid the silver pocket watch. Felix held it upside down and sorted out his collection again, but he didn't find where the pocket watch was placed.
Of course, he didn't look for it seriously, and he couldn't always circle it, because he couldn't help it when he was away from home.
I don’t know when, but its collection has been enriched—silver fork, which should be Beauxbaton’s tableware; the crystal ball emitting light, Felix looked left and right, and then recognized it as Nick The one in the former residence - the first time I saw it was covered with dust, but now it has become clean.
When Felix looked at Varun, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the surface of the crystal ball with his small hands, making the clouds and lightning inside brighter. In addition, there are some miscellaneous new objects, probably collected while Felix was not paying attention, thermostat locket, badger-shaped magic lamp, tinder box, gray hourglass, gold necklace—oh, This Felix knew that he modified it with gold galleons. The reason was to see how dark the goblins in Gringotts were, and how much sand was mixed into the galleons. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the goblins. family.
He remembered reading a book about ancient goblins, which described in detail the extravagant life of the ten goblin families, with all the details vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book had read it while lying in a goblin cave.
In his description, each of these elf families is comparable to Malfoy in the wizarding world.
It's hard to say who the wizard who wrote the book is more malicious towards. Anyway, Lucius Malfoy is definitely not willing to let this metaphor spread.
It has been a week since the Quidditch World Cup ended, and during this time, Lucius has not responded. Felix is not in a hurry, these pure-blood families have to pick a good day even to send invitations, let alone submitting in a low-key manner, from now on he will be the only one to follow?
In addition to the fact that the Ministry of Magic has never given up on tracking down the escaped hooded wizard due to the pressure of public opinion, it is estimated that this matter will be delayed for a while.
But Felix only plans to wait until Christmas this year. If Lucius doesn't respond by then, he will come to collect debts.
Right now, Snuffing Valen took aim at a Ouroboros Ring that was kept on the workbench as a spare. At the same time, he also sincerely liked the Memory Stone Basin emitting a hazy silver light, but last night Felix put it on Lesson learned.
The content of the new lesson can be summed up as follows——its small pockets are used to hold favorite things, and other not-so-precious things are placed in the office, which is also its home and treasure place.
From now on, it knows a truth, the cunning Sniff has three caves...
What's more, you can't steal other people's things, otherwise Felix will cast a spell to seal its small pocket, and give away the treasure in front of its face. If you behave well, there are additional rewards.
Under many days of legal education and coercion, Snuffing Varun raised three pink fingers and swore to heaven in the name of his two younger brothers.
"Boom!"
A flash of lightning cut through the gray sky, illuminating the figure of Felix standing in front of the window sill. Sniffing Varun raised his head, twisted his body, climbed onto Felix's shoulder, and watched with him A thick rain curtain outside.
They listened to the sound of the torrential rain, and the thin, blown rain mist hit their faces, making them feel cool.
Felix tilted his head slightly, curled his mouth and said, "Don't wear that necklace in the future, it's too ugly." Xixi also turned his mouth away, and his small black eyes despised his aesthetics.
Eleven o'clock in the morning.
At this time, the Hogwarts Express train should have departed from King's Cross Station, spouting billowing steam, and headed for the Scottish Highlands.
Felix appeared in the principal's office, and Professor McGonagall was sitting on the sofa with Dumbledore, discussing the reception work of the four magic schools during the Tournament.
"... Madam Maxim and the students live in the carriage, which can be placed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Durmstrang's people come by boat and arrange it at the nearest Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips. , "But the other two schools are not easy to manage. Although Waggadu doesn't mind living in the Forbidden Forest, they can become small animals themselves-"
"Minerva," Dumbledore propped his forehead with his hands, "Ilvermorny will use the Portkey to cross the continent, disguise herself as a tour group, and arrange them next to the Quidditch pitch, As for Waggadu, they will come later..."
"Is it later than the scheduled time?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"
"That's the problem." Dumbledore said, he motioned Felix to find a place to sit down, and said with some trouble: "They plan to walk all the way."
Professor McGonagall looked at him in surprise, "Albus, what are you talking about, they are in Africa!"
"Yeah, I know, I have been there a few times, and I really hope to try the job of the dream messenger—"Dumbledore said with a smile: "Tell the little wizards in your dream that you have been admitted , leave another notice.”
"Dumbledore—" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.
"Oh, right... where did we go? The people of Ouagadou regard this road as a test. They have always had this tradition, but it is unprecedented from Africa to Britain."
Professor McGonagall's expression became serious, "Albus, this shows that they attach great importance to this competition. I can almost imagine what kind of training these children have experienced on the road. Compared with them, our students even spell I can’t read well.”
"Minerva, don't underestimate yourself." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I always thought that our students were not bad. Isn't it, Felix?"
Felix raised his head and smiled, and said, "Albus, I just came back from Beauxbatons. Their students have already known the news of the Tournament in advance, and they are using the summer vacation for special training."
"Uh..." Dumbledore was dumbfounded, he looked at Professor McGonagall, and sure enough, she said loudly angrily: "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, how about us? Have fun Spending the summer so heartily, the students didn't even know their Quidditch competition was canceled this year."
"Minerva..."
"...I told you about this a long time ago, but in the end I couldn't find you at all, just a hands-off shopkeeper." Professor McGonagall's chest kept rising and falling, obviously angry, thinking of Hogwarts Her students would be hung up and beaten, and she was so stuffed up.
Felix, who was watching the excitement, turned his head guiltily. He thought of Lupine, and he himself handed over a whole lot of things to him.
‘Is Remus in the same mood as Minerva? ’
"Minerva," Dumbledore had to say to the vice-principal, "I've made arrangements, and Felix came here today for this purpose."
"Really?" Professor McGonagall showed a skeptical expression.
"Of course," Felix nodded, "I discussed with the headmaster during the vacation, and put some spells into the category that must be mastered. Albus said that we have to think about it again, so it should be agreed now?"
"Not about this." Dumbledore said helplessly.
"But I think this proposal is very good," McGonagall said, and she looked at Felix, "I always think that little wizards are too lazy, Felix, we can discuss this matter when we have time to make sure Come down."
Dumbledore interrupted their conversation, he said bluntly: "I am going to let the dueling club take on more functions, it will become a special elective course, the professor is not fixed, you can take turns Come on. And Felix, you need to spare more time for special training for the warriors."
"Why me?" Felix asked curiously.
"Your advantage is unique, those magical teaching aids..." Dumbledore blinked, "They are of great help to the warriors, didn't you ask me to give my opinion, I think that memory stone basin is far from being used. It has surpassed the Pensieve as it should be."
Felix thought about what the principal said, "You mean—"
"I can provide a memory, me at the age of seventeen." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Including my own fighting wisdom."
Felix was taken aback. A wizard's memory is the most precious treasure, and many people keep it secret. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely delete irrelevant memories and even prevent others from prying eyes in advance, this trust came too suddenly .
Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Could it be that in your eyes, I am an old antique who still lives in the last century?"
Felix regained his composure, "It's just a little accident, Principal Dumbledore."
Professor McGonagall was very interested in their conversation. After knowing the function of the thinking stone basin, she immediately decided to join it, "We can also find other professors—"
"No, Minerva," Dumbledore shook his head firmly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't disturb other professors, we can't force them to make a decision, don't even mention it."
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore's attitude was very firm, and she did not object. "Okay then, I'll go and decorate the auditorium with Felius." She said and walked out of the office.
"Principal, what made this decision? To be honest, I was just taken aback." Felix joked when there were only two people left in the principal's office.
"Because Dumbledore received a letter ~IndoMTL.com~ from..." The sorting hat on the partition suddenly cracked a gap, and said aloud.
But Dumbledore cast his solemn eyes on it, and it immediately shut up, and softly hummed the song of the Sorting Hat prepared this year.
“Brave Gryffindor, from the barren swamp,
Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the quiet riverside,
Graceful Hufflepuff, from the open valley,
The shrewd Slytherin came from that quagmire.
They share a dream, a wish; a dream, a wish...they share a dream, a wish..."
The Sorting Hat doesn’t seem to have compiled the lyrics yet, or it’s in the final rehearsal, repeating the last sentence over and over again, but the singing is really ugly. Felix listened to it for seven years when he was in school, and two years after graduation, and he’s a bit tired of it , it would be great if it could shut up obediently and let itself study.
Dumbledore ignored the Sorting Hat and just raised his voice, he explained: "Remember the Christmas gift you gave me in the first year of employment, "99 Inventions That Changed the World"? I forwarded it to a friend , we talked about the contents, and mentioned you by the way."
(end of this chapter)