The Death Knell

In a living room filled with the smell of cat urine and tobacco, two people sat face to face on the sofa. The morning light outside the window gradually penetrated into the house through the gaps in the curtains, while the cats curiously used their paws to catch those who moved the curtains in the breeze. , resulting in a constantly moving light spot on the carpet.

The old mage took out a bottle of soda from the box and pointed at the bottle cap with his wand. It jumped off the bottle mouth as if it came alive, allowing the white-bearded human in front of him to drink something sweet.

"Maybe it's because I didn't have time to have breakfast. I don't understand what kind of physical education class is." He said after taking a sip of soda.

"This is a traditional lesson that makes students strong by reasonably torturing their bodies." Su Ming leaned on the sofa with his face exposed and flicked the ashtray into the ashtray on the table: " This knowledge has a very long history, and it is said that it was invented by Gryffindor. Of course, his swordsmanship was also lost along with the physical education class."

"Sports, I like sports, especially Quidditch." Dumbledore showed a happy expression, and he laughed: "Our current Quidditch game actually comes from Gryffindor House hundreds of years ago. It was invented by a pair of brothers who named the sport after their surnames. In the earliest days, there were not so many rules, and you could even shoot magic at each other on broomsticks."

"Indeed, if you are hit by a dancing spell on a broom flying at high speed, it will indeed be a kind of torture." The mercenary turned over his palms and took off his armor: "It's just that the obvious result will not be good for the body."

The old mage was in a good mood and seemed very relieved about the death knell. Of course, no one knew what he was thinking.

He said: "Well, if you can ensure the safety of the students and send me the lesson plan to take a look before the school starts, I think I still have the right to offer an elective course in the school."

"In fact, there is no danger. I am very experienced in how to exercise. Have you heard of rugby?" Someone also laughed.

"Is it a ball enlarged by using a transformation spell on an olive?" Dumbledore obviously still didn't know.

Su Ming stood up with a smile. The matter was settled. He could withdraw and just go travel around and wait for school to start: "You can think of it as Quidditch without riding a broomstick, but everyone will wear heavy clothes." A, run with your legs.”

"Sounds very interesting." Old Deng also stood up. He could see that Deathstroke was about to leave, so he stood up and said goodbye: "But I still need to ask you something, why Hogwarts? If you want to learn How to run a magic school? Then there are two other famous schools in Europe to choose from, not to mention you are related to Ilvermorny, why do you come here?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask, although I also want to teach in a girls' school..." Su Ming put the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath, and his expression became serious: "But because There's a kid coming in this year who's going to be the savior, and it's fun to raise a savior, isn't it?"

The old mage's eyes narrowed. Was the other party really coming for the Boy Who Lived? Why don't you make it clear first? Harry can't let you talk nonsense.

"Harry Potter..."

"Hermione Granger." Su Ming directly cut off Dumbledore's words: "The girl I'm talking about is called Hermione Granger. She is the savior truly chosen by fate."

The old mage's hand stroking his beard stopped in mid-air, and his half-closed eyes suddenly opened.

"......who?"

"You can ask Professor McGonagall who she is. She is still responsible for this year's freshman admission notice, isn't she? You may not believe what I say, but you trust her."

However, Su Ming had no intention of explaining. He just lowered his head and smiled, leaving a small piece of gold on the table:

"Here's money to pay for Mrs. Figg's door lock, and maybe some Muggle air freshener. Good day, Professor."

After saying that, he walked out of the door and disappeared.

Dumbledore slowly sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought. This stranger didn't play by the rules at all, and his thoughts were completely different from his own. He felt so tired.

Mrs. Figg, who had been hiding in the kitchen and eavesdropping, came out. She looked at the small gold nugget on the table and then at Dumbledore.

"Professor, is this okay?"

The old man looked at her confusedly as if he had woken up from a dream, then remembered something, patted his legs and stood up: "What's the problem? Everything is fine, but I need to discuss it with Minerva. How about installing a Muggle telephone in your office?"

"Does Harry Potter need more guards?" Mrs. Figg picked up the gold nugget on the table and stuffed it into her apron pocket: "After all, I..."

"No, as long as he has a family, he will be safe." Dumbledore smiled, picked up his hat from the cushion on the side and put it on: "You have to prepare to repair the door, and I am going to have a glass of butterbeer. It’s not an easy life.”

Mrs. Figg was used to the old man's jumping thoughts. She just glanced out the window: "It's almost summer vacation. Today is Dali's birthday. The Dursleys are going to take their stupid son to the zoo today."

"Oh, I really want to go to the Muggle zoo." Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the point at all.

"I mean, in the past they would leave Harry here when they were going out to play, and you wouldn't want to meet him here." Mrs. Figg was speechless and pointed at the professor in robes. His robes were stained with sweets and drinks, making him look like he had escaped from a Muggle asylum.

Dumbledore took out the wand from his sleeve: "I can't go to the zoo, but I can let them take Harry with them. How can children not play? And it only requires a few small magics."

"Are you sure you want to cast spells on Muggles?" Mrs. Figg knew this would happen. She seemed a little weak. Dumbledore was still the one who didn't care about the means to achieve his goals.

The old mage winked at her slyly: "As long as you don't tell, who will know? The Elder Wand is not under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic. Well, goodbye, Mrs. Figg."

He picked up the box of soda and walked to the fireplace, sprinkled a handful of powder into the flames, and stepped in.

At this time, Deathstroke had already arrived at the first stop of the tour, Hogsmeade Village, a wizarding village located on the other side of the Black Lake in front of Hogwarts Castle, based on the information collected in the past few days.

There are still more than two months until Hogwarts starts school, so we need to find a place to live before making some arrangements. The bar run by Lao Deng and his brother can be used as a temporary place to stay.