A Magical Hogwarts

"Dumbledore, how was my performance today?"

After entering the office, the Sorting Hat, who had returned to the shelf, immediately asked.

"Very good, high level as always, like a musical.

do you know? Nicole and I have said many times that I desperately want your voice to be included in his music mirror playlist.

Day and night...single loop. "

"Really?" The Sorting Hat said I was an 'honest hat', don't lie to me.

"Of course." Dumbledore laughed.

William suddenly realized, no wonder there were so many professors, and it was not without reason that Dumbledore could be the headmaster in the end.

The first thing to do is to lick the Sorting Hat clearly.

Master, he got it!

"Then look, have I gotten a tan? I haven't seen you for a summer vacation. The beaches in France are a little hot." The Sorting Hat asked again.

Dumbledore squinted, looked through the half-moon eyes for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, the cloth turned white."

"...France, it's normal for the fabric to turn white," the Sorting Hat muttered. "They all like white fabrics."

It was clear that the dust was washed off by Annie, and it had to be left on the head of France... The Sorting Hat is also an old man.

"Sit down, William," said Dumbledore softly. "A drink?"

"Just a cappuccino."

Dumbledore snapped his fingers, and a cup of coffee appeared on the table.

"So . . . have you brought it, William?"

Dumbledore's slender fingertips met, his chin resting on them, his eyes looking at William expectantly through the half-moon lenses.

William took out a gem and handed it over.

Dumbledore picked up the magnifying glass in the drawer and observed it for a moment, then tapped a few times with his wand, a smile on his face.

"It's the Silmarillion, but I'm not a goblin. If you want to prove it..." Dumbledore blinked and said excitedly, "You need some gadgets."

Dumbledore went to find tools, and William stood up and walked towards Fox.

After a few months of not seeing, Fox's feathers have grown and his body is bright red. However, it is still small in size.

It is pouting its **** and turning its head sideways, trying to comb the tail feathers that are not long.

William leaned over, it immediately turned its head, and took two steps gracefully, as proud as an old hen about to lay eggs.

William teased Fox out of the cuttlefish snack, which he swallowed. After eating seven or eight pieces in a row, William fanned the flames and said:

"Fox, that ptarmigan provoked to our door.

Hogwarts is your territory, and it obviously doesn't give you face... I don't care, but are you sure you don't care? Take out the majesty of your phoenix? "

Fox rolled his eyes and spat hot saliva at William.

William swung his wand and controlled the golden flame.

"Thank you for spreading the fire, I just need your flame." William laughed.

Dementors are not afraid of all kinds of magic, and William wanted to see if the flames of the phoenix would work.

If it worked, he might have to take Fox as a fire-breathing doll to capture the Dementors.

Seeing William in a daze, Fox pouted again and began to groom his feathers.

Magic Bomb Flash!

William raised his **** and flicked Fox's **** hard.

No way, this pose is so handsome, William couldn't help it!

Not to mention, it's quite flexible.

Fox jumped up suddenly as if electrocuted, and looked at William with disbelief!

It's like saying, "I'm dirty!"

Dumbledore finally came out of the small room with a silver object that looked like a lighter in his hand.

"This is the alchemy item I invented, the deluminator." Dumbledore handed it to William.

William flicked lightly, and the lights in the office were sucked out. In the entire room, only the Silmarillion was still shining.

He bounced off again, and the lights were turned on again.

"The light source can be sucked away, saved, or turned out to be turned on again," Dumbledore explained.

William nodded slightly.

The alchemy level of this light extinguisher is very high, and the design is also very clever. If he didn't take it apart, he really didn't know how it was constructed inside.

and many more…

"The function of this light extinguisher is very similar to the Silmarillion?"

"That's right." Dumbledore sighed softly: "The inspiration for the deluminator came from the Silmarillion. In the beginning, I made it for a child."

For a moment, he seemed to remember something.

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Godric's Hollow,

A semi-wizard village in the southwest, well-known in the wizarding world.

Because this is the birthplace of the great wizard, Godric Gryffindor, and the place where the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright built the first Snitch.

The cemetery on the side of the valley is even more engraved with the surnames of ancient wizard families.

In a corner of the valley, a new family moved in—what the loud Muriel called the eccentric Dumbledore family.

This family is really weird. They hardly communicate with their neighbors, and they keep their doors closed all day long... People don't even know how many people there are in their family.

Only know that there is a very good child at Hogwarts, named Albus Dumbledore.

end of August,

night,

Albus's small attic is spotless and orderly, without any extra decorative items, except for various magic books, there are only awards and certificates of honor hanging all over the walls.

Every book on the bookshelf has traces of flipping through, and even just a stack of notes.

At this point, he was meticulously writing his thesis on parchment involving trans-species metamorphosis.

This article was sent to "Transfiguration Today", enough to get him a Most Promising Rookie Award.

A big goat suddenly slammed into the door, carrying a half-year-old boy and a smaller girl with braids.

Albus raised his eyes slightly, but ignored them.

Aberforth drove the goats, rampaged the room, and laughed and said, "Ariana, we're at Hogwarts, and we're going to get off the train."

The boy jumped off the goat and gently carried the girl off his back.

"Okay, the sorting begins, here's your dirty sorting hat."

Aberforth put a wreath on Ariana's head. Soon, she was assigned to Gryffindor.

After the "dinner dinner", Aberforth said loudly: "Under the leadership of the prefect, you can go back to the Gryffindor common room to sleep."

He coughed and gestured to his brother who was still writing.

Albus had already thought about the key points and ignored his brother at all.

Aberforth shouted several times, but couldn't help rushing over, snatching the quill, and making a dozen crosses on the paper in one breath, especially in frustration, he broke the quill again.

Albus waved his wand calmly, the traces on the paper disappeared, and the quill floated back intact.

"I'm taking Ariana to school, she's eleven years old this year!" Aberforth said suddenly.

Albus put down his wand and snorted coldly, "You don't know about Ariana's situation? Don't mess around!"

Aberforth glared angrily, "Should she be locked up at home for the rest of her life?"

"That's better than being imprisoned at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries!"

"You don't know anything and don't care about Ariana at all!" Aberforth shouted.

He grabbed his brother's prefect badge on the table, and suddenly threw it out the window.

Albus's lips twitched, as if he was about to speak, and shook his head again without refuting.

Ariana, who was pale, stared out the window blankly.

that year,

Albus was fifteen years old.

Sister Ariana,

Just turned eleven.

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