I was expelled from Hogwarts?

After Sirius, Dumbledore announced Hagrid's upcoming appointment as Professor of Protection of Fantastic Beasts.

But the cheers from the students were significantly smaller.

Hagrid was expelled in the third grade, and worked as a key manager for many years... He wanted a certificate, but he had no education; he wanted a degree, but he had no experience;

Hagrid is even more three noes than Sirius, a reform-through-labour prisoner.

His only advantage is probably his contacts... He is more familiar with Hogwarts than all the new professors. If he wants to teach here, he must be consulted first.

Everyone didn't doubt that Hagrid could deal with those ferocious magical animals, after all, his physique was there, but the students seriously doubted that he could be qualified for the position of teacher.

Most young wizards can only hold the idea of ​​questioning Hagrid first, and then questioning.

But in any case, the professors for the new semester have already been decided, and the only question is how many people will die next year.

After Dumbledore finished his speech, the opening dinner began immediately. The food was still plentiful, with mountains of cod cakes and cheeses, smoked chunks of goat, almost charred veal ribs, and medium-rare steaks.

After the meal and dessert, the prefects took the students from each house and walked towards their respective common rooms.

Rove broke away from the Hufflepuff team, avoided the students of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw College, and made his way to the headmaster's office with ease, finally arriving in front of the gargoyle statue.

Dumbledore often changed passwords, but they were mostly weird snacks. The young man said softly, Skeleton cotton candy!

The gargoyle jumped aside, and the wall split in two. Rove walked along the spiral staircase to an oak door, pushed the door and walked in.

Dumbledore hadn't returned to the office yet, and Rove waited. He quickly noticed the sorting hat on the table, then walked over and put it on his head.

The hat was muttering something, and Rove asked curiously, The sorting hat, what are you doing?

I'm writing a new song for next school year.

Rove was stunned. He had always thought that the new song of the Sorting Hat was the same as the little badgers' summer homework... two days before the start of school, they were improvised.

Didn't expect to create a year in advance?

The Sorting Hat seemed to know what the boy was thinking, it lowered its voice and said:

The greatest work takes a long time to carve. This is what I call slow work and careful work.

Rove slandered endlessly, writing like that, it doesn’t matter if you have hands... Well, the Sorting Hat does not have hands.

By the way, Scamander, I have a question for you.

what is the problem?

What does it mean when a wizard praises...other people's singing...is as delicious as shark meat?

The Sorting Hat was still waiting for Rove to say praises, but the young man thought about it, shrugged and said:

A pile of poop... I think that's what it means.

You nonsense! The Sorting Hat suddenly became a little annoyed and said, Have you ever eaten shark meat?

I ate it. I ate it once on the Mayflower during the summer vacation... I was sick for several days.

...

Seeing the Sorting Hat's distraught look, Rove knew he had said something wrong even if he was a fool, so he quickly changed the subject and said, I also have something I want to consult with you.

What is it? The Sorting Hat asked sullenly.

I met a mermaid named Myrcella. She is a golden twin-tailed mermaid who lives in the Aegean Sea. Rove said quickly:

She said that Gryffindor visited their group a thousand years ago and took something with them.

There is such a thing, Albus asked me before. The Sorting Hat said weakly:

Gryffindor heard that the mermaids there are stunning, so he ran to see the beauty, and accidentally saw the mermaid princess taking a bath, and then it was a wild chase.

Rove was not interested in peeking at the bath, he continued to ask, What did Gryffindor take?

Looks like a key.

Where's the key? the boy asked hastily.

At Hogwarts, Gryffindor said he put it in a place marked by a mermaid. The Sorting Hat muttered, I don't know exactly where it is.

Rove took off his hat, closed his eyes and meditated... He thought for a long time, but he didn't remember where there was a mark of a mermaid in Hogwarts Castle.

With a creak, the door swung open and Dumbledore walked in.

Professor Dumbledore, good evening. Rove stood up and greeted.

Hello, Rove. Dumbledore walked towards the chair. After he sat down, he looked up at the young man and said with a smile, I made a pot of mate tea, how about a cup?

alright, thank you very much.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a cup of drink appeared on his table.

Rove picked up the teacup with his palm, breathed out, and when the tea cooled down, he said softly:

Professor, I went to the Department of Mysteries to apply for a document during my summer vacation, and I met a wizard

Dumbledore took a sip of the bitter tea and said calmly, Corvinos Gaunt?

You know him? Rove raised his eyebrows.

Yes, I have been in contact with Gaunt many years ago. Dumbledore stretched out two fingers and pressed the clear teacup, looked down at the tea in the cup and said:

I... did some deals with him back then.

Deal? Rove's eyes widened.

Well, one of the transactions was about Harry. Dumbledore said bluntly: I got a prophecy back then, and the prophecy said that there would be a boy who would conquer Voldemort.

Voldemort also knew the prophecy, so he searched everywhere, trying to kill the son of the prophecy. He originally had two candidates, but finally chose Harry.

But I don't know how Harry, a one-year-old child, can defeat the most powerful dark wizard who ever lived... Dumbledore recalled:

In order to protect his safety, I did a lot of security work, such as the loyalty spell.

Out of prudent considerations, I also went to Gaunt in advance to make a deal, and asked for a more powerful magic that can protect Harry from Voldemort's murderous hands.

Dumbledore said slowly: Gaunt gave me an ancient magic, and I taught Lily...as the last guarantee.

You also know what happened later. Sirius temporarily replaced the Secret Keeper, because Peter's betrayal caused the deaths of James and Lily. Dumbledore sighed:

The magic I didn't expect to come in handy turned out to be decisive... Lily used it, at the cost of her own life, to cast a love protection spell on Harry, and deflect Tom's Killing Curse.

Why did Gunter do these magic? Rove asked curiously.

I have said more than once that before Sumer, Assyria, and ancient Egypt, there was a more brilliant wizard civilization. Dumbledore explained:

That civilization suddenly disappeared one day, leaving behind many magical ruins. British wizards discovered a ruin and established a research institution on it, which is now the Department of Mysteries.

By studying those ruins, the Mystery Office obtained many ancient magics... such as the hour reversal spell, and created a time converter.

Another example is love, which is the magic I got in the trade. It has the powerful ability to rebound the Killing Curse.

Gaunt himself is a genius. He is more than a hundred years older than me. He has been the director of the Department of Mysteries for many years...so it is not surprising that he has researched many powerful magics.

Dumbledore looked at the boy and asked, What do you want him for?

Rove was silent for a moment and said, I'm applying for the information about dementors left by Extis.

He rejected you?

No. Rove narrowed his eyes and said cautiously: Gantt proposed to trade with me.

trade what?

Gant knows that I got the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Rove said in silence for a moment, He really wants that basilisk.

Rove had already bred a new basilisk, and the Slytherin's basilisk... was already blind. For him, it was really of little value to keep it.

He was really moved.

Dumbledore shook his teacup thoughtfully, drank it down and said, I'll take some time to check that basilisk, if there's no problem...you can trade it.

After Rove got the answer, he got up and left the principal's office.

Dumbledore picked up a spellbook on the table, and he flipped through a few pages between his fingers.

A nearby fireplace was ablaze, illuminating Dumbledore's face as if a ghost were reading.

Gaunt... Slytherin.

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(It's sunny...I went downstairs to get a takeaway yesterday, and it's sunny today. The problem is that I don't have a range of tens of meters.

The most outrageous thing is that the takeaway I ordered last night was called a sheep from the store name, a large bowl of haggis noodles. After eating it, it was sunny today. Cottage!

Now the whole body is cold and has a fever, and the readers are also paying attention to their bodies, try to keep updating as much as possible, and see what happens tomorrow. )