Chapter 348： 17-year-old Dumbledore

Chapter 350 Dumbledore at the age of seventeen

The next day, it rained heavily at Hogwarts, which wiped out the fog in the morning of the Forbidden Forest, but made everything within sight gray.

Sniff shrank in a cradle bed covered with fine sponges and velvet cloth. Since yesterday knew that he would live at Hogwarts in the future, it refused to get into the pocket watch space anymore, instead taking advantage of Felix’s carelessness. He moved his bed out, and then hid the silver pocket watch. Felix carried it upside down and sorted out its collection again, but couldn't find where the pocket watch was.

Of course, he didn't look for it seriously, so he couldn't keep circling it. Before that, he couldn't do it when he was out.

I don’t know when it has a richer collection—silver forks, which should be Bussbarton’s tableware; shiny crystal balls. Felix looked from left to right and recognized it as Nick’s former residence. One-it was covered with ashes when I first saw it, but now it is completely clean.

When Felix looked at Warren, he breathed out carefully, rubbing the surface of the crystal ball with his little hand, making the clouds and lightning inside brighter. In addition, there are some sloppy new objects, which are probably collected while Felix is ​​not paying attention, such as constant temperature locket, badger-shaped magic lamp, tinder box, gray hourglass, gold necklace-oh, This Felix knew that he used Jin Jialong to change it. The reason was to see how dark the goblins of Gringotts were and how much sand was added to the Kalong. As a result... he suddenly wanted to rob the goblins. A family.

He remembered reading a book about ancient fairies, which described in detail the extravagant lives of the top ten families of fairies, and the details were vivid, as if the wizard who wrote the book had seen it lying in the cave of the fairies.

In his description, these fairy families are comparable to Malfoy in the magic world.

It’s hard to say, whose maliciousness the wizard who wrote the book is stronger, anyway, Lucius Malfoy is definitely not willing to let this metaphor spread.

The Quidditch World Cup has ended for a week. During this time, Lucius has not given a response. Felix wasn't in a hurry. These pure-blooded families had to choose a good day for sending invitations, not to mention low and low submissions. From then on, they are the only ones looking forward.

In addition, under the pressure of public opinion, the Ministry of Magic has never given up tracking down the escaped Hooded Wizard. It is estimated that this matter will take a while longer.

However, Felix only intends to wait until Christmas this year. If Lucius does not respond by that time, he will come to collect his debts.

Right now, Sniff Valen took aim at a ring of ouroboros that was placed on the workbench as a spare. At the same time, he also loved the silver memory stone basin, but Felix taught it a lesson last night. .

The content of the new lesson can be summed up as-its small pocket is used to hold the favorite things, and the others are not so precious, they are placed in the office, which is also its home and treasure.

Since then it has learned a truth, there are three caves in the cunning sniff...

The other thing is, 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 it. If you behave well, there will be additional rewards.

Under the many days of education and coercion and temptation, Sniff Wallen put up three pink fingers, swearing to the sky in the name of his two younger brothers.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced the gray sky and illuminated the figure of Felix standing in front of the window sill. Sniffing Varen raised his head, twisted his body, climbed onto Felix’s shoulders, and watched the thick outside with him. Rain curtain.

They listened to the sound of the torrential rain, and the slight, blown rain mist hit their faces, making it cool.

Felix tilted his head slightly, curled his mouth and said: "Don't wear that necklace anymore, it's too ugly." Sniff also put his mouth away, 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, spewing boiling steam, and heading for the Scottish Highlands.

Felix appeared in the principal’s office. Professor McGonagall was sitting on the sofa with Dumbledore, discussing the reception of the four magic schools during the tournament.

"...Mrs. Maxim and the students live in a carriage and can be placed on the edge of the forbidden forest. The people from Durmstrang come by boat and arrange them at the nearby Black Lake..." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, "but The other two schools are not easy to run. Although Vagado doesn’t mind living in the forbidden forest, they can become small animals themselves—"

"Minerva," Dumbledore propped her forehead with her hand, "Ivamoni will use the door key to cross the continent and disguise herself as a tour group, which can be arranged on the edge of the Quidditch stadium. As for Vaga They won’t be able to come here later..."

"Is it later than the scheduled time?" Professor McGonagall asked, "How many days later?"

"That's the problem." Dumbledore said, and he motioned to Felix to find a place to sit down, and said with some trouble, "They are going to come 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 especially hope to try the dream messenger's job--" Dumbledore said with a smile: "Tell the little wizards in your dream that you have been admitted, and you will stay. Next notice."

"Dumbledore—" Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly.

"Oh, by the way...Where are we talking? The people of Vagado regard this road as an exercise. They have always had this tradition, but the journey from Africa to England is unprecedented."

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 gone through on the road. Compared with them, our students can’t even recite spells. Good."

"Minerva, don't be presumptuous." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I always thought that our students are not bad. Isn't it, Felix?"

Felix raised his head and smiled, tearing down the stage and said: "Albus, I just returned from Boothbarton. Their students have already known the news of the championship in advance, and they are using the summer vacation for special training."

"Uh..." Dumbledore was dumb, he looked at Professor McGonagall, and she said angrily: "Look, Dumbledore! Other schools are preparing, where are we? Have a good time. During the summer, the students didn’t even know that their Quidditch competition this year was cancelled."

"Minerva..."

"...I've told you about this a long time ago, but the person who couldn't find you at all was just a hand-off shopkeeper." Professor McGonagall's chest was constantly rising and falling, and he was obviously out of anger. The thought of the students at Hogwarts would be Hanging up and hitting her, she was so heartbroken.

Felix, who was watching the excitement, turned his head with a guilty conscience. He thought of Lupin, and he also gave him all the things.

‘Is Remus and Minerva in the same mood? ’

"Minerva," Dumbledore said, having to appease the vice-principal, "I have made arrangements, and Felix came here today for this."

"Really?" Professor McGonagall showed a skeptical expression.

"Of course," Felix nodded, "I advised the principal during the holiday to include some spells in the category that must be mastered. Albus said that he has to consider it again. Should he agree now?"

"It's not this." Dumbledore said helplessly.

"But I think this proposal is very good," McGonagall said, and she looked at Felix, "I always thought that the little wizards were too lazy, Felix, we can discuss it when we have time and make sure this matter is settled."

Dumbledore interrupted their conversation and said bluntly: "I am going to let the duel club take on more functions. It will become a special elective course. The choice of professors is not fixed and can be taken in turn. Felix, you have to spare more time to train 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 comment? I think that memory stone basin is far from performing as it should be. Function, it has surpassed the Meditation Basin."

Felix pondered what the principal said, "You mean—"

"I can provide a memory, seventeen-year-old me." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Contains my own fighting wisdom."

Felix was taken aback. The memory of the wizard is the most precious treasure. Many people are very secretive about it. Although he knew that Dumbledore would definitely eliminate irrelevant memories and even prevent others from peeping in advance, this trust came too suddenly.

Seeing Felix staring at him blankly, Dumbledore smiled slightly: "Am I an old antique in your eyes, still alive in the last century?"

Felix returned to calm, "It's just an accident, Principal Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was very interested in the content of their conversation. After knowing the role of the thinking stone basin, she immediately decided to join them, "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 decisions, or even mention them."

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but Dumbledore’s attitude was very firm, and she did not object. "All right, I'll set up the auditorium with Felius." She said, walking out of the office.

"Principal, what made this decision? Honestly, I was just taken aback." Felix joked when there were only two people left in the principal's office.

"Because Dumbledore received a letterfrom..." The sorting cap on the partition suddenly cracked a gap and said aloud.

But Dumbledore cast his solemn gaze on it, and he shut his mouth immediately and hummed softly the song of the Sorting Hat prepared this year.

"Brave Gryffindor, from a barren swamp,

Beautiful Ravenclaw, from the peaceful riverside,

The benevolent 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 seems to have not compiled the words yet, or is undergoing the final exercises, repeating the last sentence, but the singing is really ugly. Felix listened to school for seven years, and listened to it for two years after graduation. It is a bit bored. Just shut up obediently and let yourself study.

Dumbledore didn’t care about the sorting hat, he just raised the volume. He explained, “Remember the Christmas gift you gave me in your first year of employment, "99 Inventions that Changed the World"? I forwarded it to a friend and we talked about it. The content inside mentioned you by the way."

(End of this chapter)