Chapter 1612

In the living room full of the smell of cat urine and tobacco, two people sit face to face on the sofa. The morning light outside the window gradually enters the house through the gap between the curtains, while the cats curiously use their claws to catch the spot that is constantly moving on the carpet due to the breeze blowing the curtain.

The old mage took out a bottle of soda water from the box and pointed to the cap with his magic wand. He jumped out of the bottle as if he was alive, so that the white bearded man could drink sweet things.

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

"It's a traditional lesson that makes students strong by reasonably torturing their bodies." Su Ming leaned back on the sofa, showed his face, and flicked the ash from the ashtray running on the table: "this knowledge has a very long history. It is said that Gryffindor invented it. Of course, his sword skill was lost along with physical education."

"Sports, I love sports, especially Quidditch." Dumbledore showed a happy look. He laughed: "our Quidditch competition today is actually the invention of a pair of brothers from Gryffindor college hundreds of years ago. They named this sport with their own surname. At the earliest time, there were not so many rules, and they could even shoot magic on broomsticks."

"Indeed, if you get a dance curse on a high-speed broom, it's a torture." The mercenary flipped his hands and removed his armor: "it's just obvious that it won't do you any good."

The old mage was in a good mood and showed that he was at ease with the death knell. Of course, no one knew what he thought.

"Well, if you can keep the students safe and show me the lesson plan before school starts, I think I still have the right to open an elective course in the school," he said

"It's not really dangerous. I'm very experienced in how to exercise. Have you ever heard of rugby?" Someone laughed, too.

"Enlarge the olive ball with the transfiguration charm?" Dumbledore obviously still didn't know.

Su Ming stands up with a smile. The matter has been settled. He can also withdraw. He can travel around and wait for the school to begin: "you can think of it as a Quidditch who doesn't ride a broom, but everyone wears heavy armour and runs on both legs."

"That sounds interesting." Old Deng also stood up. He saw that the death knell was about to leave, so he got up to send him off: "but I have one more thing to ask you, why Hogwarts? If you want to learn how to run a magic school, there are two other famous European schools to choose from, not to mention you have a relationship with ifamani. Why are you here? "

"I thought you wouldn't ask, although I also want to go to the girls' school to teach..." Su Ming put the cigarette into his mouth, took a deep breath, and his expression became serious: "but because there will be a child in school this year, this child will be the future Savior. It's very interesting to cultivate a savior, isn't it?"

The old mage's eyes narrowed. Did the other side really aim at the boy who survived the disaster? Well, it's better to make it clear. Harry can't let you talk about it.

"Harry Potter..."

"Hermione Granger." Su Ming directly cut off Dumbledore's words: "I said the girl's name is Hermione Granger, she is the real chosen savior by fate."

The old mage's hand of stroking his beard stopped in the air, and his half squinted eyes suddenly opened.

"... who?"

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

However, Su Ming didn't mean to explain. He just lowered his head and laughed, leaving a small piece of gold on the table:

"this is to compensate Mrs. Figge for the door lock, and maybe buy some Muggle air freshener. Good day, professor

With that, he slipped out of the door and disappeared.

Dumbledore slowly sat back on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought. The stranger did not play cards according to the routine, and his thinking was completely different from his own. He was tired.

Mrs. Figg, who had been eavesdropping in the kitchen, came out and looked at the little nuggets on the table and Dumbledore.

"Professor, is that ok?"

The old head was like waking up from a dream and looked at her vaguely. Then he remembered something. He patted his leg and stood up: "what's the problem? Everything is fine, but I need to discuss with Mileva whether to install a Muggle phone in my office

"Does Harry Potter need more guards?" Mrs. Figg picked up the gold from the table and put it into her apron pocket: "after all, i...

" no, he's safe as long as he has a family. " Dumbledore laughed. He picked up his hat from one of the cushions and put it on: "you're going to fix the door, and I'm going to have a cup of buttered beer. The next day is not easy."

Mrs. Figg was used to the old man's jumping thinking. She just looked out of the window: "it's summer vacation. It's Dali's birthday. The Dursleys are going to take their stupid son to the zoo today.""Oh, Muggle zoo. I want to go too." Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the point at all.

"I mean, they used to send Harry to me when they were going out to play, and you don't want to meet him here." Mrs. Figg, speechless, pointed to the professor in his robe, stained with sweets and drinks, which made him look like he had run out of a Muggle madhouse.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand from his sleeve: "I can't go to the zoo, but I can get them to take Harry with them. How can children not play?"? And it's just a little bit of magic. "

"Are you sure you want to cast the Muggle?" Mrs. Figge knew it would be like this. She seemed a little weak. Dumbledore was still the one who didn't care about means to achieve his goal.

The old mage cunningly winked at her: "as long as you don't say, who knows? The old wand is not being monitored by the Ministry of magic. Well, goodbye, Mrs. Figg

He picked up the soda box, went to the fireplace, threw a handful of powder into the fire, and then stepped in.

The death knell at this time, with the intelligence collected in the past few days, has arrived at the first stop of the tour, hogmaud village, which is located on the other side of the Black Lake in front of Hogwarts castle.

It's more than two months before Hogwarts starts school. We have to find a place to live before we do some layout. The bar opened by his brother can be used as a temporary foothold.

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