Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Jody staggered on the spot and almost fell to the ground. Large beads of sweat seeped out from under his skin quickly, soaking the sweater he was wearing underneath.

Trying not to collapse, Jodi was still wary of the phoenix that was poking its head and jumping to the edge of the cage.

It probed its head as if to confirm something.

Jodi moved a little and tried to move away, but Fox, who suddenly chased after him, pecked him moderately.

As if to show friendship?

"The phoenix is ​​a magical creature that can travel between life and death. It can directly observe your soul." An old principal with a portrait placed high explained softly, "Your soul has been recognized by it, good boy."

After speaking, the elegant woman turned to the embarrassed Quirrell, while Jody carefully read the name on the frame.

Delise Devante【1741-1768】

It was the principal who was extremely accomplished in medicine.

On the other side, the accusations against Quirrell continue.

"...You have to know that you secretly entered the principal's office just after the principal left school to inquire about the principal's authority. I won't tell you how suspicious you are. Don't you think it's inappropriate?"

Quirrell's face turned red, but he didn't dare to show off in front of many principals, "I..."

"Enough Phineas!" Delis loudly stopped the topic from continuing, "We old portraits will only serve qualified people. Since you know the principal's authority, you should have guessed earlier, the young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor

…Don’t waste time with us, go back and remember what Dumbledore asked you to come here for.”

The words woke up the dreamer, and Quirrell was ashamed. He was indeed a little impatient.

Jodi wiped his sweat with the robe hanging on the hanger at his desk, then took out his own water glass and took a careful sip.

The fatigue suddenly eased. After thinking about it for a while, he put the cup on the desk and turned to look for the pile of snacks on the coffee table.

Is there one with more juice... Dumbledore's pet is so scary to me, so it shouldn't be too much to find a few pieces of candy to eat.

Quirrell also rummaged hurriedly in the principal's room. The worst thing was that he didn't know what he was looking for.

Jody felt that he was a little too anxious.

Professor Binns said that he only took the initiative to go to the Holy Spirit Palace to find answers to some things, which means that the Holy Spirit Palace has not yet started to actively absorb souls.

They still have time, they shouldn't get into trouble so quickly.

But we can't blame Quirrell for losing his composure. His exhausting research during this period was about to see the light of day, and he was suddenly told that all his efforts might be in vain. How could he not be depressed?

Jody's repeated comfort had little effect, and Quirrell finally lay down at his desk in frustration, "We don't have much time, Jody. I have to find a way..."

"Then you have to have a clear mind to think of a solution." Jodi chewed the fourth piece of sweet lemon and sprayed it with sugar, while handing the remaining pieces to Quirrell, "Have a piece, the sweetness is as good as

The sour taste helps you think."

Quirrell hesitated for a moment, "This is something from the principal's office. Why did you start eating it?"

Jody thought for a while, "I wrote to Dumbledore before and asked, and he agreed that I could find some food myself... or I could add a letter later, and he would agree anyway."

"Isn't that the cup that the boy brought over on the table?" Moving to the nearby picture frame, Delis persuaded softly. "Heir of Ravenclaw, I also think that something to drink can make you feel better."

Biting half a piece of sweet lemon candy, Jody's mouth was full of saliva and he couldn't stop it.

He watched helplessly as Quirrell raised his head and poured water from his cup into his mouth.

When drinking water in this position, you can only drink in big gulps.

"Pfft~"

I poured the Amapola solution in without any preparation, and it would be strange if it didn't spurt out.

Meeting Jodi's questioning look, Dai Lisi suddenly turned to a mischievous expression, "I'm right, the content in the bottle can make him relax."

"Uh, hahaha~hahahaha! The seven-fold door, hahahaha! I succeeded in interpreting it, I succeeded! Hahahahaha...wu, wuwuwu. I succeeded, I proved myself...wuwuwu..."

Even though Jodi has adapted to it for so long, he still only dares to drink it in small sips, and as soon as it enters the mouth, he must immediately use Occlumency to forcibly protect his spirit.

Drugs that cannot shake the spirit will simply activate the spirit, so it can make people feel a little more relaxed.

And Quirrell... due to the excessive activation after losing his mind, he will probably fall asleep after a while.

As if he was drunk, Quirrell staggered around the office and knocked over a lot of things.

The books on the table were swept to the floor, and things on the top of the bookshelf were knocked off.

Jodi had to use the hands of the mage to hold him up and bring him to the cushion next to the balcony to let him lie down.

Quirrell cried with snot and tears. It seems that it is not only young people in modern times who are under pressure, but also in the 1990s.

Jodi picked up the thick photo album-like book that had fallen on the ground. The first page he turned to saw the framed letter paper with very familiar handwriting.

Jodi's attention was drawn and he looked carefully at the label next to it.

'The first letter written to me by a student.'

What the hell.

Having a better understanding of Dumbledore's childlike innocence, Jody closed the page of the book and covered the letter in which he defrauded the department's funds.

Then put the book neatly in the middle of the desk.

Dumbledore might have liked this collection.

Putting away the books, Jody turned to the college hat which was pressed down by the books on the floor.

'Any voice that is willing to respond to you can bring you answers.'

Jody suddenly understood what Dumbledore said. He reached out and picked up the patched hat on the ground like a ghost.

"So...what have you been doing for so long?"

Putting the hat on his head, Jodi suddenly felt that his magic power had become extremely pure, and his magic power was much higher.

just kidding.

"Hoho, you seem to be in a good mood. It's been a while since I saw your Occlumency making rapid progress, Joyce. I can't catch your thoughts without any effort."

"Thank you, Mr. Hat." Jody lifted his hat up to expose his eyes, walked around the desk and sat on Dumbledore's chair.

"Why disturb the peaceful life of a poor hat? I'm used to staying on that tall bookcase every day, watching the phoenix shed its hair, watching the portraits making noise, and watching Dumbledore eat another piece of candy and

Watch the house elves sweep away all the dust that accumulates so easily."

The Sorting Hat's tone was full of sourness.

"I'm very sorry to disturb your rest, sir. But there are some questions that I may need you to help me with."

"Hahaha, do you think I will help you if I am not bound by the rules?" During non-working hours, the Sorting Hat looked a little unruly, "The authority of the principal, the highest honor of Hogwarts, the name that bears everything... you

Do you know what I am? A child."

"Sorting Hat?" Jody also understood that such a simple answer was not what the other party wanted to hear.

He thought carefully, "You are Godric Gryffindor's hat, which carries his thoughts..."

"Yeah, you're right, but that's just my carrier." The Sorting Hat twisted on Jody's head to find a more comfortable position, clasped Jody's head firmly and waited for him to continue.