Hogwarts: Start By Destroying Nurmengard Prison

After being sent off by Arthur, Ian and others left the Burrow.

Dumbledore summoned Fawkes, and the three of them appeared at the door of Granger's house through the flames of the phoenix.

Dumbledore looked at Ian curiously, and said:

"It looks like the prisoner this time is a house-elf.

"However, I'm curious that you would let him go."

Hermione looked at Ian in surprise when she heard Dumbledore's words:

"Ian, is that so?"

Ian nodded and said:

"Well, that's a house-elf seeking freedom.

Dumbledore was immediately interested when he heard Ian's words:

"Oh? There are elves chasing freedom?"

Hermione also looked at Ian in disbelief.

She knew it when she came into contact with Nubby and Kirby.

If the wizard said to give the elves freedom "107", it would be worse than killing them.

Dumbledore thought about it and said:

"Ian, I'm worried that some house-elf might hurt Harry.

Ian glanced at Dumbledore:

"Let Harry deal with it himself, broken bones at best."

"There's no need to worry too much."

Hermione and Dumbledore were speechless when they heard Ian's words.

Are fractures a minor problem?

Dumbledore rubbed his aching temple and said:

"Looks like it's time to chat with that house elf sometime."

"But Ian, your ability to predict is really handy."

Ian spread his hands, expressing that he didn't want to deal with it.

"You decide for yourself."

Harry would suffer at most, and it was impossible for Dobby to really kill Harry.

And Dobby is the property of Lucius, as the boss, he can't ask his subordinates for property, right?

It's just Dobby's emotional fear of him that bothers Ian a bit.

Dumbledore nodded, now he was going to find out who this elf named Dobby belonged to.

"Then I'll go first, Ian."

"See you when school starts."

Ian nodded, and took Hermione's hand into the Granger's house.

Dumbledore told Fox:

"You see, it's nice to be young, right?"

Fox preened his feathers, but ignored Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, and continued:

"Come on, let's go back to Hogwarts."

In the evening, Dumbledore was processing the recruitment letter of the Muggle Studies professor.

The professor of Muggle Studies, Caredy Bubbaji, rushed back last year to take over as a substitute.

She hasn't finished her research yet, and asked Dumbledore to take leave of absence this year to continue her research.

Dumbledore looked at the thick letters, one by one slowly.

Grindelwald beside him ate the supper made by Nubi, and said disdainfully:

"What's good about this professor of Muggle studies?"

"Moth and the others are more professional than them if they just pull one out!"

Dumbledore took off his eyes resignedly, and said:

"Gail, our affairs are now at a critical stage."

"We can't just move away from their positions."

"Professor of Muggle Studies, I think it's better to recruit another one."

Grindelwald snorted when he heard what Dumbledore said and didn't speak any more.

He knew Dumbledore was right.

Now I still think about Bo Jin who was tossed half to death by him.

Grindelwald planned to make this high-level undead himself after using torture to take out all of Borgin's knowledge and the Bock family's magic book.

Ian gave little Hermione a small bone dragon, so his grandpa will give a high-level undead!

His grandpa can't fall behind Ian!

Seeing that Grindelwald was thinking about other things, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

He is now going to continue screening candidates for professors.

"Um?"

Dumbledore saw a particularly gaudy letter among the mail.

Is this a letter from a wizard?

Dumbledore took the letter suspiciously [Dumbledore got closer and smelled a strong men's perfume on the letter!

Dumbledore waved his hand to clean up the letter to remove the smell of perfume, and then looked at the sender's name.

I saw that it was written in big English cursive:

"Gilderoy Lockhart."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed a thoughtful look.

He still remembered this wonderful student of Ravenclaw.

And he knows that with Lockhart's arrogant personality, he can't do the wonderful adventures in his novels.

Rather than believing that Lockhart can travel with those dark beings, he prefers to believe that he is suffering from dementia..

Grindelwald, who was considering how to concoct Bojin, saw Dumbledore lost in thought, and asked:

"Albus, what are you thinking again?"

"That gaudy letter fascinated you so much?"

Dumbledore came to his senses after hearing Grindelwald's words.

Dumbledore hands the letter to Grindelwald:

"Gal, look at this man."

Grindelwald's result letter, looking at the name on it:

"Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Dumbledore nodded:

"I feel like something is wrong with him."

Grindelwald gave Dumbledore a blank look, and said:

"You're talking about this idiot."

"His experience is all about stealing other people's stories."

"A very good Forgetting Charm."

When the plan of Ian and others started, the saints had already found out the details of these well-known figures in the magic world.

When Dumbledore heard Grindelwald's words, he looked at Grindelwald in surprise and asked:

"Gal, how do you know?"

"Perhaps he made it up?"

Grindelwald didn't want to bother with Dumbledore now.

His wife is good at everything, but his thinking on tactics is too bad

Grindelwald said helplessly:

"You think we're just like you?"

"Moth and the others have already investigated 2.3."

"We are now changing the magic world."

"I will definitely check the information of these famous people first.

Dumbledore looked at the helpless Grindelwald, smiled and said:

"That's still really troublesome for you."

"But I want to recruit this Lockhart to Hogwarts."

Grindelwald rubbed his temples and said:

"How do you keep introducing all these weird things to Hogwarts?"

"Not to mention Quirrell and Voldemort from last year."

"You even used vampires to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Dumbledore said helplessly:

"It's not that no one can use it.

"Now the curse has been lifted..."

"Who's there!"

Dumbledore looked sharply at a corner of the principal's office, where a figure loomed. .