Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 32 Fox

All the way to the Charms Club at night, things about the murlocs and Atlantis kept haunting his mind, and from time to time the idea of ​​wanting to know popped up.

"Linde, what's the matter with you, you're absent-minded today." Cedric asked Linde after the party.

Linde turned his head and looked at Cedric.

That's right, why didn't I think of this guy, the perfect man at Hogwarts.

"Cedric, do you know anything about murlocs?" Linde 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 about the rest. It is said that this race also had a very powerful culture. Like the preface of "Book of Spells" is written There is "proud to be translated into the language of murlocs".

Therefore, murlocs should have a relatively independent magic system like goblins, and they seem to have been classified as the rarest sub-human race. "

Cedric thought about it again, and added, "In the historical category of the library, there seems to be a book "Magical Creatures: Demihumans" that contains some murlocs and their historical records. You can go and have a look."

After speaking, he looked at Linde suspiciously. "Why are you doing this because of this kind of thing!"

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

Unexpectedly, Cedric patted him on the shoulder, "If you need anything, you can come to me, we are friends, aren't we!" Then he looked at him with encouraging eyes.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. Obviously, he didn't think that Linde would affect him in magic school because of extracurricular knowledge like murlocs. Activities of the Curse Club.

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

Thinking of this, Linde could only smile wryly, and had no intention of going up to explain. There should be no need to explain such a trivial matter.

At night, he climbed up 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, and Andersen trembled when he saw it, and he couldn't fly stably.

It's Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes.

Before he could react, the bird landed on the handrail beside him, and Linde could feel that it was harmless.

It made two sharp cooing sounds slightly.

"Dumbledore told me to go find him?"

Linde confirmed it, but the phoenix didn't answer him, but nodded, cast a glance at Andersen, and then flew forward.

"Are you going back to the third floor again?" Linde said in despair, but what Dumbledore was thinking about was why he was looking for him.Should he drop out of school?No, Dumbledore is a typical moderate. Werewolves and half-goblins are teachers, and half-giants are allowed to enter school. It makes no sense to trouble him, a half-murloc.

What else could it be?I didn't do anything!Except for night tours that don't bother anyone every day.

Fox, like a big turkey, flew in front, and Linde chased after him. After a while, he walked along the eighth floor to the third floor, where the gargoyle in the principal's office was.

Lin De was thinking that he didn't have the password yet, when the stone beast seemed to recognize Fox, and slowly moved away to make a passageable hole.

Behind the wall is a spiral staircase that is slowly moving upwards, like an escalator.Fox took Linde up, and there was a bang behind him, and the wall closed again.They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, until Linde saw ahead a shiny oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

The wooden door opened slowly, and Linde walked in slowly.It was a large, beautiful circular room, filled with all sorts of funny little sounds.On the table with slender legs, there are many strange silverware, spinning, spraying small puffs of silver smoke from each other.

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

Linde also saw the damned sorting hat and a crossed sword inlaid with this big ruby.

After Fox brought Linde in, he flew to a gilded perch to stop on his own, and Andersen finally raised its timid head a little.

"I don't know if calling you here so late has disturbed you." Dumbledore's voice suddenly came from behind the curtain outside.He was wearing purple robe pajamas.

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

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

Seeing his expression, Linde felt a little bit in his heart.He now spends most of his nights in the Room of Requirement, rarely staying in the bedroom.

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

Just thinking about it, Dumbledore asked him to sit down too.

"Excuse me, is there something the professor wants me for?" Linde sat down and decided to ask Dumbledore's intention for calling him.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 tricks, he should not be able to use Legilimency for a little wizard.

As for his night tours every night, it is indeed a violation of the rules, but he himself did not do anything that endangers others, so at most, points will be deducted or confinement, and it will not be a big deal.

"Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Butter beer." Linde said. Although butter beer is called beer, it is actually just a sparkling drink, and it is very suitable for chatting.

Dumbledore took out two large beer glasses, one of which was placed in front of Linde, and then butterbeer began to pour out of the glasses automatically, and when it reached the top, milk caps automatically poured out.

Dumbledore took a long gulp from his cup first, the milk frothing on his beard.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. As you know, I'm getting older and can't sleep. Then I found out that there was a little wizard who didn't sleep, so I asked Fox to invite you here. I hope it didn't scare you." Dumbledore's words can always make people relax involuntarily, making people feel inexplicably comfortable.

Linde glanced at the phoenix that buried its head in its wings. When it heard Dumbledore say its name, it also raised its head out, blinking its long eyelashes.

"Fox? Is it a phoenix?" Linde asked curiously.

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

Hearing what it said, Andersen shuddered. "It seems unlikely at the moment." Linde said helplessly.

Don't worry, the gap between advanced magical creatures and ordinary creatures bred by wizards is as big as the gap between humans and murlocs.

(End of this chapter)