The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Linde honestly didn't expect that he could have such a big influence even playing the piano now, after Lockhart's incident was exposed. The devil's music on the eighth floor of the castle should have become the most famous and terrifying castle legend in the entire Hogwarts.

There are countless versions that have evolved. For example, someone said that the moment he heard the sound of the piano, the stairs of the castle disappeared, and then he could only be "locked" on the eighth floor and kept listening.

Someone else said that he heard the sound of the piano on the eighth floor, and for some reason he was immediately attracted by the sound. Then when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the window sill and was about to jump off the next second.

There are also all kinds of miscellaneous things, including rumors of wandering evil spirits, demons from hell, and unknown terrifying existences...

But obviously it was just a lyre lover practicing. Shouldn't it be the basis of a dream chaser's story? In the middle of the night, I insisted on practicing piano and so on.

Why did it become like this? It became a horror story.

Thinking about this, Linde had already reached the second floor. When he looked back, he saw a girl covering her ears and closing her eyes flying down from the fourth floor. She seemed worried that the terrifying sound would still come from the third floor.

The girl's feet staggered and she was about to fall, but Linde reached out to support her.

"Thank you!" The girl thanked her loudly.

Why is it loud? ! Because she was still covering her ears even though she was about to fall just now, so her voice was unconsciously louder.

The girl stood still and looked up.

"Hmm! Such a handsome boy." Thinking about it, she unconsciously lowered her hands, "But why is his expression so strange?!"

"You're welcome." Linde waved his hand in despair, and said in a low voice, "It's just atonement."

"What?" She didn't hear clearly and wanted to continue asking, but the boy was already walking away.

Linde's heart... was broken.

"It's all my fault. I'll never play the piano in a crowded place again!"

Linde was completely silent on this matter at this time, silently accepting that there was really no audience for the piano he played.

Slowly walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom,

At this time, the teacher has not come yet, and there are still about five minutes before class. The children in the entire classroom were intensely discussing with each other who the new teacher would be.

Linde found a seat, and as soon as he sat down, he felt someone poking him from behind.

Turning around, Harry saw four people running over and sitting around him.

Ron looked at Linde excitedly and expectantly, "Linde, do you know who the new teacher is?"

Linde shook his head, "I don't know, I'm looking forward to it too!"

Hermione, Harry and the others showed disbelief on their faces, "Come on, you can enter and leave Professor Dumbledore's office freely. Do you still know this?"

Linde stared blankly at Ron who said this, "Do you think he is my father?!"

"Not really, hehe." Ron laughed awkwardly, and Harry and the others also laughed when they heard it.

"Then why are you so familiar with Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked curiously,

"Well...because I'm dying, Dumbledore often cares about me! Well, that should be the case." Lind said with a relaxed look.

Hearing his words, the atmosphere among several people couldn't help but become awkward. Hermione forced a smile and said, "This is not funny at all, Lind."

"Okay!" Spreading his hands, Lind turned his head helplessly. He had already heard heavy footsteps entering the classroom. This could not be the footsteps of students.

Seeing the person coming, all the little wizards couldn't help but open their mouths and exclaimed.

Linde was also stunned for a moment.

The visitor was wearing a white-gray broad robe and a small hat, with his hair and beard covering his wrinkled head. There are also half-moon glasses with blue eyes inside. His eyes are profound, and people will spontaneously feel "profound" at the first glance.

There is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and it seems that nothing can affect his good mood. It makes people feel that he always has everything firmly in his hands.

In fact, this is indeed the case, because he can really control most things firmly in his hands.

And this relies on what Linde calls "truth."

The visitor is none other than Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard of our time and the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

His appearance did not make the classroom quiet. On the contrary, the children became more excited.

"Oh my God! Dumbledore, it's Dumbledore who came to teach us in person!" Hermione murmured.

"I'm going to write to Charlie and say, my God, he definitely didn't enjoy Dumbledore's class." Ron also shouted excitedly.

Linde was also surprised. He thought of many people, but he didn't think of Dumbledore.

But there seems to be no problem. Newt Scamander, the protagonist of "God 2", once took Dumbledore's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Dumbledore walked up to the podium, stretched out his hand and coughed twice before the little wizards quieted down, staring at Dumbledore on the podium with excitement and red faces.

"Well, children. I think everyone already knows that due to some special reasons, our original Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher left early." Dumbledore said facing down,

Many young wizards turned to look at Lind with understanding expressions on their faces, and Dumbledore also paused at the right moment.

"Then the rest of the lessons can only be taken over by me, an old man. I hope you won't dislike it! Although I don't have much knowledge..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore rolled his eyes upwards and nodded slightly.

"But there is a little bit!"

Hearing his words, the little wizards laughed in unison. Such humble and conceited words would not be inconsistent with Dumbledore at all. He is such a humble person, but his strength is also convincing.

Linde also sat upright at this time. There is no doubt that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the next period of time will be the best class he has ever taken.

Next, Dumbledore began to explain to you a hateful little creature rated XX by the Ministry of Magic.

"People who don't know much about them often confuse imps and elves because there is generally not much difference in height between imps and elves, basically between six and eight inches."

As he spoke, Dumbledore used Transfiguration to create a short demi-human creature on the desk, wearing a pointed hat and pointed boots. The limbs are small and the belly is swollen.

Its ears are also pointed, its body is pitch black, only its eyes are red, and there is a slender tail with an underhook behind it.

The little devil kept running on the table, and then swooped on Dumbledore's beard, which made everyone laugh. After that, Dumbledore could only grab it directly in his hand.

"You see, little devils cannot fly like elves, and they are not as colorful as them. They are usually dark brown or black."

As he spoke, Dumbledore showed his method of catching the little devil, "Look, when I caught the little devil, I pinched both sides of its mouth and twisted its head. Can anyone tell me what this is? Why?"

Hermione's hand shot out like an ejection.

"Miss Granger!"

Hearing her name being called, Hermione stood up with satisfaction, and then said, "Because the breath they blow from their mouths can wither plants and make people and animals sick!"

"Very good. Miss Granger's answer is very standard. I want to give Gryffindor three points!" Dumbledore praised without hesitation, making Hermione uncontrollably excited. After all, this came from Dumbledore. Praise for Lido!