The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Until the night at the Curse Club, things about the fish-men and Atlantis had been lingering in his mind, and from time to time the idea of ​​​​wanting to know about them suddenly popped up.

"Linde, what's wrong with you? You seem to be absent-minded today." Cedric asked Linde after the party.

Lind turned his head and looked at Cedric.

Yes, why didn't you think about this guy, the perfect man from Hogwarts?

"Cedric, do you know anything about the fish-men?" Lind asked.

"Murloc?! Let me think about it, I know that there is a tribe of murlocs in the Black Lake, but I don't know the rest. It is said that this race also had a very powerful culture. Like the preface of "The Book of Spells" There is "I am very proud to be translated into the language of the fish people".

Therefore, fishmen should have a relatively independent magic system like goblins. They seem to have been classified as the rarest demihuman species. "

Cedric thought for a while and added, "There seems to be a book called "Magical Creatures: Demihumans" in the history category of the library that contains some records of fish people and their history. You can check it out."

After speaking, he looked at Linde doubtfully. "Why are you acting like this because of something like this!"

"It's just a sudden curiosity." Lind thought about Cedric's words.

Unexpectedly, Cedric patted him on the shoulder, "If you have anything, you can come to me. We are friends, aren't we!" Then he looked at him with an encouraging look. Then he turned the corner and walked away.

"Is this?! Do you think I was bullied at school?" Linde thought about Cedric's expression just now. It was obvious that he didn't think Linde would let extracurricular knowledge such as fishmen affect his ability in magic. Curse Club activities.

But the fact is that he was really thinking about the fish-men, so he was absent-minded. Because fishmen are not irrelevant to him.

Thinking of this, Linde could only smile bitterly, but had no idea of ​​going up to explain. There should be no need to explain such a trivial matter.

At night, he climbed to the eighth floor of the castle as usual, and as soon as he went up, he saw a big bird.

Because of the light, its feathers looked dark red. When Andersen saw it, it started to tremble and it became unsteady to fly.

It's Dumbledore's Phoenix, Fawkes.

Before he could react, the bird landed on the armrest next to him, and Lind could feel that it meant no harm.

It made two sharp cooing sounds.

"Dumbledore asked me to find him?"

Linde confirmed, but the phoenix did not reply to him. Instead, he nodded, glanced at Andersen, and then flew forward.

"Are we going back to the third floor again?" Lind said a little desperately, but what he was thinking about was why Dumbledore was looking for him. Do you want him to drop out of school? No, Dumbledore was a typical moderate. Werewolves and half-goblins were teachers, and half-giants were allowed to attend school. There was no reason why he, a half-murloc, would cause trouble for him.

What else could it be? I didn't do anything! Except for daily night tours that don’t disturb anyone.

Fox, who looked like a big turkey, flew in front, with Lind chasing after him. Soon he was walking along the eighth floor to the third floor, where the gargoyle was in the principal's office.

Just when Linde was thinking that he didn't have the password yet, the stone beast seemed to recognize Fox and slowly moved away to make way for a passable hole.

Behind the wall was a spiral staircase that was moving slowly upward, like an escalator. Fox walked up with Linde, and heard a roar from behind, and the wall closed again. They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, and finally Lind saw a shining oak door in front of him, with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon.

The wooden door slowly opened, and Linde slowly walked in. It was a large, beautiful round room filled with all kinds of funny little sounds. On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and spraying small streams of silver smoke at each other.

The walls are covered with old male and female principals snoring gently in their respective frames.

Lind also saw the damn Sorting Hat and a cross sword inlaid with this big ruby.

After Fox brought Lind in, he flew to a gilded perch and stopped on it. Andersen finally raised his timid head a little.

"I don't know if it bothers you to call you so late." Dumbledore's voice suddenly came out from behind the curtain outside. He was wearing a purple robe and pajamas.

"Not at all, Professor." Linde bowed to him.

"Yes, it's not too late for you." Dumbledore glanced at Lind, smiled slyly, and then sat down.

Lin De looked at his expression and felt a little thump in his heart. He now spends most of his evenings in the Room of Requirement and rarely stays in his dormitory.

Although he had already imagined the scene before him, he really didn't expect it to come so early.

Just as he was thinking about it, Dumbledore called him to sit down too.

"Excuse me, Professor, why do you want to see me?" Linde sat down and decided to ask directly what Dumbledore's intention was in calling him here. As for the rest, he wasn't too worried.

It is true that Dumbledore is a master of Legilimency, but as a moderate white wizard, although he likes to set up traps, he should not be able to use Legilimency against a young wizard.

As for his night tour every night, it is indeed against the rules, but he himself did not do anything to harm others, so at most he would be deducted points or confinement, which would not be a big deal.

"Would you like to drink something?" Dumbledore said slowly.

"Butterbeer, please." Lind said. Although butterbeer is called beer, it is actually just a carbonated drink, and it is a drink that is very suitable for chatting.

Dumbledore took out two large beer cups, one of which was placed in front of Lind, and then butterbeer began to flow out of the cup automatically, and milk foam automatically flowed out when it reached the top.

Dumbledore first took a big sip of the cup, and the milk foam was stained on his beard.

"Actually, it's nothing. You know, I'm old and I can't sleep. Then I found that there was a little wizard who didn't sleep, so I asked Fawkes to invite you over. I hope it didn't scare you." Dumbledore's words always make people relax involuntarily and make people feel comfortable inexplicably.

Lind glanced at the phoenix that buried its head in its wings. When it heard Dumbledore mention its name, it also raised its head and blinked its long eyelashes.

"Fawkes? Is it a phoenix?" Lind asked curiously.

"Yes, it is the only one in the world that is close to humans. No one knows where its kind is. I think your little raven should be able to become a good friend of it." Dumbledore said.

Hearing this, Andersen shuddered. "It seems unlikely at the moment." Lind said helplessly.

Stop it, the gap between high-level magical creatures and ordinary creatures cultivated by wizards is as big as the gap between humans and mermen.