Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Dumbledore's fondness for sweets is indeed so incredible that it should even be added to his chocolate frog picture.

[Mr. Dumbledore loves all sweets.]

Glenn suddenly thought of it for no reason.

If Miss Granger's dentist parents knew about Dumbledore's hobby, wouldn't they be able to help him check his teeth?

Morgana picked up a piece of scone and imitated Glenn's behavior that night, preparing to cut it in the middle with a knife.

"Wait a minute." Glenn suddenly reached out to stop him.

The girl was confused: "Isn't that what you taught me that night?"

Dumbledore was stunned when he heard this and showed a strange expression.

Glenn accidentally noticed his reaction and instantly became embarrassed.

This old fox...

Could it be some misunderstanding?

He was not in a hurry to explain anything. If he seemed to care too much, he would just say, "There is no three hundred taels of silver here."

"Freshly baked scones can be broken open with your hands. They are different from reheated scones." He ignored Dumbledore's look and explained to Morgana.

"Oh, that's right..."

Morgana followed suit, stretched out her hand to break apart the scone, and added clotted cream and strawberry jam.

In fact, there are also food disputes in the UK, especially regarding scones.

Some people think that jam should be spread first and then the cream should be covered on top.

The other part is just the opposite.

This kind of controversy has existed since scones became popular in Britain.

Just like "the battle between sweet and salty rice dumplings", "the battle between sweet and salty tofu nao" and so on...

The cozy lunch lasted until the afternoon. The three of them chatted while eating, and even the afternoon tea time was included.

Although Morgana no longer kept her heart in her throat as before, she still couldn't help but pull Glenn and tell him all her characteristics.

Including her daily habits in the lounge and dormitory, how much she ate at dinner, and the details of her time with Patricia.

Glenn listened patiently and wrote them down one by one.

Dumbledore also looked at the two children quietly and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

When the sun set in the west and the evening sun dyed the sky red, he interrupted loudly: "It's almost time, Glenn. I think you should get ready and go to the auditorium for dinner."

Morgana felt that she didn't speak in detail enough, so she stood up and wanted to seize the time to tell him more.

Glenn smiled and winked at her.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine." He said softly, "You still owe me more than seven galleons for your wand and snacks."

"You..." Morgana was furious for a moment, bit her lip and sat down.

Glenn turned his back to the girl, winked at Dumbledore quietly, and asked in a relaxed tone: "You will definitely come to save me in time, right?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore said loudly, "Even if you don't wink at me, I will answer you this way."

"Ah this..."

Glenn felt like he had experienced another small social death, and couldn't help pinching his brows.

However, this is nothing, there is still a bigger two-person social death event waiting for him.

"Just in case, I suggest..." Seeing him preparing to leave, Dumbledore said again: "Before you leave the principal's office, change into Miss Arthur."

"ah?"

Glenn wanted to avoid the embarrassment that the Savior had experienced in Seven Potters.

According to his idea, he should find a place where no one was around to disguise himself, but he didn't expect that the principal would ask him to be executed in public.

"After all, Disguise Magus is not Polyjuice Potion, and it is probably impossible to achieve a 100% restoration. I personally think it would be safer if Miss Arthur herself makes a comparison."

Morgana's face was also full of shyness, but she still blushed and nodded.

"That's right. After all, Patricia and I have lived together for so many years. I'm afraid she will see some small details..."

Glenn had no choice but to calm down and close his eyes.

If society dies, let society die.

He frowned, and Morgana's figure appeared in his mind.

The skin on the face is melted and reshaped, becoming more and more delicate.

A small black woolen roll straightened, slowly extended, and spread to both shoulders.

Morgana's height is not much different from Glenn's, but her body is thin and much slender than him.

Fortunately, he has long been accustomed to the pain when changing body shape and no longer groans in pain.

After a while, the disguise was completed, and Glenn opened his eyes. A pair of silver moon-like eyes had turned into Morgana's amber star eyes.

He quietly lowered his head and glanced at Morgana's chest again, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, she hasn't started growing yet, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing...

The girl who was studying his appearance seemed to notice his gaze, her pretty face blushed even more, and she glared at him fiercely.

"How's it going? Do you have any details?" Glenn asked.

"There's nothing wrong with your face and... your figure." Morgana's voice hesitated for a moment, then asked another question, "But your voice is different from mine."

Dumbledore also asked: "Can Disguise Magus's ability change his voice?"

"Okay." Glenn nodded, "It's just that it can't be changed based on intuitive memory like the appearance. You need to try to adjust the vocal cords bit by bit."

"That's it." Dumbledore said with a surprised expression.

The two compared the voices and adjusted them several times, finally reaching an almost 100% similarity. Even Morgana herself couldn't tell the difference.

"Don't forget your clothes," Dumbledore added.

Glenn slapped his forehead: "Oh yes, I almost forgot."

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at his clothes.

"There's no need to change your underwear..." An embarrassed expression appeared on his face, and he looked at Dumbledore.

Morgana's face that had just calmed down became red again.

Dumbledore shook his head and said seriously: "I don't think it's necessary. The above does not require you to take off your clothes. With Professor Rick's character, he will not use this method to verify his identity."

"Fortunately..." Glenn breathed a sigh of relief, "How about you help me turn my clothes into a Gryffindor school robe, it would be safer.

"Okay." Dumbledore agreed, took out his elder wand and waved it gently.

Glenn's clothes changed instantly.

"It's almost time," he said, looking at the dusk outside the window, "it's time for me to go to the dinner party."

With encouragement in his eyes, Dumbledore said: "Everything must be done with safety in mind. If you find that you have exposed any flaws, even if the ceremony has not yet begun, you must notify me through Fox's feathers as soon as possible."

"Okay." Glenn smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'm very afraid of death."