Chapter 29

The atmosphere was quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on the same person.

Klein Greendevo.

The absolute protagonist at the moment.

"Please be sure to tell me that you invented those spells."

Nix, a master of herbalism Wright looked at Dumbledore with a grim face.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it.

But Dumbledore smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Hiss ~"

When they got the answer, the masters took a breath.

Then, it seemed that they suddenly thought of something, and their eyes suddenly became very eager.

"Since you have questions, why not ask yourself?"

Seeing the expressions of his old friends, Dumbledore tightened his heart, but he still kept a gentle smile on his face.

Now he has a feeling that his treasure is remembered by thieves.

Klein, who was regarded as "his own baby" and didn't know it, didn't care about the eyes behind him. Looking at Neville with a confused face, he naturally raised his mouth and left without saying anything.

Deep skills and fame.

In the freshman team, Ron Weasley looked at the figure with dull eyes, and the feelings of jealousy and worship were intertwined in his heart.

When his thoughts were very complicated, he subconsciously said what he thought.

"So handsome!"

Ron himself was stunned when the words fell.

Meet your good friend Harry Porter sighed with amazement.

"Harry, now I see what you mean by what you said in the potion room. He's different from us."

Klein Greendevo.

And they are not people of the same world.

Klein didn't know how many young girls he had gained this time. He only knew that he had to apologize quickly now.

Anyway, he was rude after all.

But what made Klein wonder was that when he returned to Dumbledore, the masters not only didn't blame, but all wore a confused smile.

Of course, Phila Except hope.

The lady's expression was still cold.

"I'm sorry, headmaster. Gentlemen, and Ms. FILA, please forgive me for my rude behavior just now."

In any case, people can't lose it.

Klein apologized again with a ashamed face, and Dumbledore's eyes jumped.

"That's great."

At the beginning, he saw the scene of Klein controlling the fierce fire with his own eyes!

But on second thought, the old man smiled again.

Only in this way is it suitable for

"Son, tell Grandpa Alberto that you really invented those spells..."

When the Lord comes back, he doesn't care about the shelf of the head of the upper hospital, Alberto Hank and Klein approached each other and eagerly asked the questions everyone wanted to ask.

"Well, yes."

Klein nodded and admitted.

He needs to quickly make his reputation in the magic world. If the Ministry of magic doesn't give him a platform, then the "Merlin Jazz" has become his only choice.

With the support of a group of bigwigs, the influence of external public opinion will undoubtedly be reduced a lot.

The four spells of "healing curse", "bone growing curse", "silt removing curse" and "shrinking to an inch" are his stepping stones.

"Good, good boy!"

On hearing this, Alberto and the masters became excited.

If Dumbledore hadn't been there, they really wanted to tie Klein back to their territory.

"What can a good child learn? Learning magic spells (Magic drugs, alchemy, astrology, herbs) directly with me is no more promising than staying at Hogwarts for seven years and then graduating?"

Several masters showed their kindness and couldn't help thinking.

"Cough, go to the castle and talk about it later."

Dumbledore was helpless and funny when he saw that those old friends wanted to "swallow Klein alive".

But he didn't say anything, just invited the party into the castle with great enthusiasm.

"Stay here, children. Don't move until I come back."

Mrs. Hodge was relieved when the headmaster left with a group of strangers.

Looking at the little fat man who couldn't figure out the situation around her, she couldn't help holding each other's hand, told the freshmen of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and hurried to the school medical room.

Mrs Pomfrey's careful examination was not reassuring after all.

Mrs. Huoqi, who had something in mind, didn't find that a round ball fell from Neville's pocket and landed on the grass behind them

"Try honey tea."

In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore waved his wand and the prepared honey tea and snacks floated in front of everyone.

But now those masters are not in the mood to taste Dumbledore's sweet and boring tea and snacks. Almost everyone gathered around Klein and asked questions. Even Dumbledore couldn't help glancing at his enthusiasm.

"Isn't it a shame that these old people are not ashamed to be so close to a child?"

But he didn't think of the fact that he often talked to Klein for tea in his ordinary days. Can he get close to the fact that the headmaster has a good relationship with his students

"Cough!"

Phila, who always has a cold face when she sees her old friends coming up Hope coughed hard and spoke unemotionally.

"Don't forget your duty."

What is the purpose of the Merlin jazz?

It's an investigation!

Not around a child, changing flowers to please him.

"Uh... Ms. hope is right."

Hearing this, Alberto Hank's expression was silent.

In the surprised eyes of his old friends around him, he then opened his mouth.

"Although the invention of the four spells is enough for Klein to join the group, in order to uphold the rigorous spirit and maintain the glory of the jazz group, I think we should make further investigation."

"Huh?"

Hearing the speech, his face became stiff, and the masters' eyes became a little confused.

What else to investigate? If such a contribution can't join the Jazz troupe, it's too unfair to the child!

Garrett is Garrett and Klein is Klein.

Although their surnames are glindwald, they are not alone after all.

Phila Even hope, she was really harmed by the "Dark Lord". It's hard to put down her hatred for a moment. Everyone can understand.

You, Alberto Hank, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, has lived in vain?

"So I propose to transfer Klein to our St. Mungo magic injury hospital to further investigate the effects of those magic spells. Yes, there is no better place for him than ours."

Just don't see the puzzled eyes of those old guys, Alberto Hank's opening of righteous words.

When he spoke, the scene suddenly quieted down.

"Don't worry, I swear in the name of my jazz team members that I will test the effects of those spells on the principle of fairness."

Alberto Hank nodded seriously, his eyes full of deep consciousness of "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell".

The masters felt speechless, but Klein couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth.

Get cheap and sell well.

The old man is also a talent.