Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 30 Further Examination
The atmosphere was a little quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on the same person.

Klein Grindelwald.

The absolute protagonist at the moment.

"Please tell me that you invented those spells."

Nix Wright, the master of herbalism, looked at Dumbledore very seriously with a sullen face.

He didn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it.

But Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile.

"Sigh~"

After getting the answer, the masters gasped.

Then, as if they suddenly thought of something, their eyes suddenly became extremely eager.

"Since you have doubts, why don't you ask me clearly?"

Seeing the expressions of his old friends, Dumbledore's heart tightened, but he still kept a gentle smile on his face.

Now he has a feeling that his treasure is being missed by thieves.

And Klein, who was regarded as "my baby" without knowing it, didn't care about those eyes behind him.Looking at the dazed Neville, he naturally raised the corners of his mouth, and left without saying anything.

Hidden strength and name.

In the freshman team, Ron Weasley stared at the back with dull eyes, jealousy and admiration constantly intertwined in his heart.

When his thoughts were extremely complicated, he subconsciously said what was in his heart.

"So handsome!"

After the words fell, Ron was stunned.

Meeting the astonished eyes of his good friend Harry Potter beside him, he sighed.

"Harry, now I understand what you said in Potions class, he is different from us."

Klein Grindelwald.

People who are not of the same world as them.

Klein didn't know how many boys and girls he had gained admiration for this time, he only knew that he had to apologize now.

Anyway, he was being rude after all.

But what puzzled Klein was that when he returned to Dumbledore, not only did the masters not blame him, but they all wore bewildered smiles.

Of course, except for Phila Hope.

The lady's expression was still icy.

"Sorry principal. Gentlemen, and Ms. Fira, please forgive my rude behavior just now."

In any case, the human setting cannot be lost.

Klein apologized again with shame on his face, Dumbledore's eyes twitched.

"I can really act."

Back then, he had personally seen the scene where Klein controlled Fiendfire!

But after thinking about it, the old man smiled again.

only this fits
"Son, tell Grandpa Aberdo that those spells were really all invented by you?"

When the Lord came back, he didn't care about the airs of the director of the hospital anymore. Alberto Hank and Klein got close and eagerly asked the questions that everyone present wanted to ask.

"Uh, yes."

Klein nodded, graciously admitting it.

He needs to quickly establish his reputation in the magic world, and the Ministry of Magic will not give him a platform, so "Sirs of Merlin" has become his only choice.

With the support of a group of bigwigs, the influence of outside public opinion will undoubtedly be reduced a lot.

And the four curses of "Healing Curse", "Bone Bone Curse", "Sluggish Stasis Curse" and "Shrink the Ground to an Inch" are his stepping stones.

"Okay, good boy!"

Upon hearing this, Aberdo and the masters became excited.

If Dumbledore hadn't been there, they really wanted to tie Klein back to their territory.

"What kind of school do good kids go to? Isn't it more promising to learn magic spells (potions, alchemy, astrology, herbal medicine) directly from me than to stay at Hogwarts for seven years before graduating?"

Several masters cast their own kindness and couldn't help thinking to themselves.

"Ahem, let's go to the castle first, and we'll talk in detail after we enter the castle."

Seeing those old friends wanting to "eat Klein alive", Dumbledore felt helpless and funny.

But he still didn't say anything, but very enthusiastically invited the group into the castle.

"Stay here children, don't move around, wait for me to come back."

Mrs. Huo Qi was relieved when the principal left with a group of unknown bosses.

Looking at the little fat man who was still unclear about the situation, she couldn't help but hold his hand, gave instructions to the Gryffindor and Slytherin freshmen, and hurried to the school infirmary.

Not letting Madam Pomfrey's careful inspection, after all, is not at ease.

Mrs. Hooch, who was preoccupied, did not notice that a round ball fell from Neville's pocket and landed on the grass behind the two of them.
"Try the honey tea."

In the headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the prepared honey tea and snacks floated in front of everyone.

But how can those masters be in the mood to taste Dumbledore's sweet tea and snacks now? Almost everyone gathers around Klein and asks questions. With such enthusiasm, even Dumbledore can't help but groan. look sideways.

"These old people are not ashamed, and they are so close to a child, isn't it embarrassing?"

But he didn't think of the fact that he often went to Klein to drink tea and chat with him in normal days. He was getting close. Could it be called getting close when the headmaster builds a good relationship with his students?
"Cough cough!"

Seeing the old friends getting closer, Fira Hope, who had always had a cold face, coughed hard, and said without emotion.

"Don't forget your duty."

What is "Merlin's" trip?
It's an inspection!

It's not about turning around a child and changing into flowers to please him.

"Well, Ms. Hope is right."

Hearing this, Alberto Hank's expression became serious.

In the surprised eyes of old friends around, he continued to speak.

"Although the invention of the four spells is enough for Klein to join the jazz group, in order to uphold the rigorous spirit and maintain the honor of the jazz group, I think we should conduct further investigations."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, his complexion froze, and the eyes of the masters became a little puzzled.

What else is there to investigate? If such a contribution cannot join the jazz group, it would be too unfair to this child!
Gellert is Gellert, Klein is Klein.

Although they are all surnamed Grindelwald, they are not alone after all.

Forget about Phila Hope, she was really harmed by the "Dark Lord", and it was hard to let go of her hatred for a while, everyone could understand.

You Alberto Hank, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is your life in vain?
"So, I propose to transfer Klein to our St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to further investigate the effects of those healing spells. Yes, there is no place more suitable for him than ours."

Just as if he didn't see the puzzled eyes of those old guys, Alberto Hanke spoke uprightly.

When he finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Don't worry, I swear in the name of members of my jazz troupe that I will test the effects of those spells in accordance with the principle of fairness."

Aberdo Hank nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with the profound awareness of "hell whoever goes to hell if I don't go to hell".

The masters were extremely speechless, but Klein, who had been bowing his head in silence, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

Get cheap and sell well.

This old man is also a talent.

(End of this chapter)