Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn was startled.

Three years?

A strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

In a Baroque palace hidden by mountains, next to an exquisite fountain.

The thin Morgana stood alone, alone.

Opposite were several senior students, half surrounding her, pointing with their hands and saying something dirty.

A girl who was obviously the leader sneered: "A wild girl who doesn't know where she came from and is a student student, how dare she show off her power in Beauxbatons?"

Morgana looked at her coldly, her face full of stubbornness.

When the girl who spoke saw that she would not give in, she gritted her teeth and raised her right hand high, intending to hit Morgana hard on the face.

At this moment, an old man in purple robes with white beard and hair and a fairy-like manner suddenly broke into the garden with a group of wizards dressed as professors.

The girl was shocked and turned pale. She hurriedly retracted her hand, bowed and saluted, and her face instantly put on a flattering smile.

"You are...Professor Dumbledore of Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore sneered, clasped his fists in front of Morgana, and knelt down on one knee.

"The three-year period has come, welcome to the Dragon King!"

Morgana smiled crookedly, like a god of war.

...

"Glenn?"

An old voice came, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

Only then did Glenn come back to his senses and shook his head vigorously to get rid of the strange images in his mind.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Glenn smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

The principal looked at him inexplicably.

"By the way," Glenn suddenly remembered something and quickly changed the subject, "Has Professor Rick's side been resolved?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"I contacted Mr. Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, last night. If nothing else happens, our former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor should have arrived in Azkaban by now."

There was a hint of regret in his voice.

It can be seen that a former outstanding student was sent to Azkaban, which inevitably made him a little regretful.

"I have to say that Professor Rick's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was actually pretty good, and we learned a lot."

Glenn also said with the same regret, adding something in his mind.

At least it's better than Quirrell, Lockhart, and a certain pink toad...

"Yes..." Dumbledore nodded, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

"The semester is not over yet, if Professor Rick is captured..." Glenn raised his eyebrows and asked, "What should I do with the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class... and the final exam...

"

As a representative of outstanding students, he obviously did not want the first-year final exam to be missing one subject out of thin air.

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I have found a solution to this problem."

Just when Glenn was about to ask more questions, a "coo-coo" sound suddenly sounded.

It was almost noon, and Glenn only ate two cookies while chatting. Not only did he not fill his stomach, but he became even hungrier.

"It seems you need to have lunch with me." Dumbledore smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Glenn blushed and nodded sheepishly.

The principal snapped his fingers and summoned the tool elf Rooney.

"We meet again, dear Master Glenn!"

After Rooney saluted Dumbledore, he bowed to Glenn and said.

Glenn gave him a friendly smile and said hello.

"Please prepare some food for me and Glenn, Rooney."

Dumbledore said, his tone as kind as ever, completely different from the slave-like attitude of other pure-blood wizarding families towards elves.

If a know-it-all lady knows about it in the future, she might be able to mobilize him to join that strange "vomiting" organization...

"No problem, Professor Dumbledore!"

The house elf apparated away and soon brought lunch for the two of them.

The principal's exclusive Xiaozao has changed its menu, but it's still sumptuous, and is once again paired with a full set of English afternoon tea.

Dumbledore winked at Glenn, smiled and waved his wand, and a piece of prime sirloin steak flew out of the large plate and landed on the small plate in front of him.

Perhaps because of his informality, he did not follow the order of appetizers and soup, and started to enjoy the main course directly.

He slowly picked up the knife and fork, cut off a small piece of 5-mature steak, and put it in his mouth with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

Although he can directly use magic to cut the steak into small pieces, this is not in line with the fun of enjoying steak. On the contrary, doing it himself is more in line with the feeling of gourmet food.

Glenn followed his example and waved his wand, choosing a piece of slightly burnt flesh for himself.

He doesn't like steaks that are medium to medium or slightly rare. On the contrary, 70% is the most moderate, which retains the tender texture of the beef without leaving its own bloody smell.

The old and the young ate happily. Dumbledore had not enjoyed a meal so happily for a long time, and even the wrinkles on his face showed a kind smile.

After Glenn had eaten and drank enough, he slumped lazily on the armchair, stroking his uncomfortable stomach with one hand, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Would you like some more dessert?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Glenn looked at Morgana's favorite scones on the exquisite three-tiered shelf, his eyes slightly lost in thought.

Dumbledore glanced at him, with a kind aunt smile in his eyes.

Glenn came back to his senses and couldn't help but ask again.

"Morgana just told you about transferring to another school, oh no, about borrowing school?" He pretended to be casual and asked casually, "About Professor Rick, she didn't have an extreme reaction, right?"

Dumbledore's gaze looked through the half-moon lenses, with a hint of deep meaning and a narrow smile.

"It seems you really care about Miss Arthur?"

"No..." Glenn's eyes dodge slightly, and he subconsciously waved his hands to deny, "I'm just asking, just asking."

"That's right..."

Dumbledore had a look on his face and nodded pretendingly, as if talking to himself.

"I wonder if Miss Qiu Zhang of Ravenclaw knows about this situation..."

Glenn:???!!!

"How does this old fox know everything?!"

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, and a bit of confusion.

"How...how did you know?"

He wanted to open his mouth to cover it up, but remembering the almost demonic wisdom of the old fox, he simply sighed and simply broke the jar.

Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes and smiled like a naughty boy.

"If your young mind doesn't have a good memory, I, an old guy, can remind you."

"What do you mean?" the young boy was confused.

Dumbledore looked at him narrowly and whispered three words.

"Christmas, party, garland."