trainer at hogwarts

Silently, silently.

If I remember correctly, Albus Dumbledore's sister was an Obscurial.

This Miss Ariana Dumbledore had a tragic past and died young.

What a miserable girl.

"But these situations are different from yours." Dumbledore looked at Maurice calmly, "You fainted many times during the process of awakening your magic power. Minerva told me that your magic power did not reach the latter level. "

This is indeed difficult to explain.

"Besides, Minerva felt the presence of magic in your home, and it was not your magic." Dumbledore dropped a bombshell.

Critical

"I, I don't know." Morris didn't hide his surprise. At this time, there is something wrong with covering up.

Dumbledore: "Would you like something? I have some candies here that you all like to eat at your age."

Morris took it blankly.

"Don't worry, although we have not found the source of that magic, there is no smell of black magic on it. On the contrary, it is very pure." Dumbledore comforted.

Is Gardevoir exposed?

These old foxes are so scary.

Morris took a deep breath: "Then what should I do, professor, my parents?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Dumbledore gave him a calm look, "The other person is a well-meaning wizard. I will tell you when I find him."

Then you'd better not find it

"Thank you, Professor," Morris said.

Dumbledore: "As for your magic power, I think it has something to do with that mysterious wizard, but I'm not entirely sure. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Oh, I got special treatment

"Thank you, Professor." Morris expressed his thanks.

After chatting about studying for a while, Morris left the principal's office.

The door is closed.

"That kid is weird." A painting on the wall expressed the opinion.

"I think it's very polite."

"It's hard to say"

"My gut tells me that guy knows something but won't say it."

""

The portraits began to argue.

"Albus, what do you think?" The portraits left the summary to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table slowly: "Everyone has their own secrets, right?"

"But"

Dumbledore shook his head and interrupted the portrait: "He's just a child, Phineas."

"And he and Tom are two different kinds of people."

Tom would never go to school on the first day without a book and fall asleep at the same time.

Hufflepuff common room.

"Maurice, what are you doing?"

"I guess the dean caught me sleeping in class."

"Then we can't just arrest Morris. I think it must be because he didn't bring any books. There are so many people in the two colleges but Morris didn't bring any books."

Morris: "Then I'm not very good."

Three roommates:

Morris: "Who else could do this but me?"

"Why can you be so confident?" Simon was shocked.

"You should ask me why I am so good." The slightly heavy mood gradually improved, "Simon, you have to know that the person in front of you just had morning tea with Professor Dumbledore in the principal's office."

Scatter the candies in your pocket on the table, turn around and go out coolly, hiding your merit and fame.

I was not full from breakfast, so I was going to the kitchen to prepare for the autumn breeze.

The afternoon class was herbal medicine, and after a good rest in the morning, Morris was not impressed by Professor Sprout.

Although the content of this class had been firmly memorized, Morris had no intention of raising his hand when the professor asked questions.

It's not plus extra points.

The best thing to do is to keep developing. Really outstanding students should give their teachers a big surprise during the final exam.

Such as zero eggs.

In this way, you are most likely to be the most handsome boy in school before Harry Potter enters school.

The first-year courses are very easy, and the homework is not difficult, but mainly annoying.

I casually dabbled in the history of magic and carefully finished my homework for the herbal medicine class. Went to the kitchen and brought back a blueberry mousse cake. I went to the bathhouse to take a bath while there was no one around, and finally lay down comfortably on the bed.

Fork cake in one hand, novel in the other

How can a wizard read a novel with his hands? How tiring it is.

"wingardium leviosa. wingardium leviosa"

The perfect levitating spell.

The life of a wizard is so comfortable and boring.

Transfiguration class the next day.

Professor McGonagall's opening move of turning a spotted cat into a living creature won a lot of praise from the cute little wizards.

The main content of this semester is to change some small things. Half the class is theory and half class is practice.

Practical operations have always been Maurice's strength. At the beginning of the course, he successfully turned a match into a needle and had to ask Professor McGonagall to give Hufflepuff a full ten points.

The students looked at him suddenly differently.

Morris had no interest in helping his classmates. After pointing out a few mistakes of the brothers who were sleeping together, he began to toss the needle.

One moment it turns into a small sword, the next moment it turns into a dart and it's a lot of fun.

Idealism magic control.

The former is more difficult for most travelers, and it is even more difficult for social animals.

Maurice is different. He has traveled through the world for the second time. The World Crown has been broken once in the previous world, and now it has turned into a slime. No matter what shape it is, it can be accepted.

Magic control is easier for Morris. After practicing it for many years, if he still fails, the championship can be given to Xiaozhi.

At the end of the Transfiguration class, under the admiring gaze of Professor McGonagall and the unspeakably complex gazes of his classmates, Morris left leisurely with his three brothers.

"Maurice, how did you do that? In the first class, you turned a match into a needle." Simon, a good student, marveled all the way.

The two gangsters Sol and James also looked in amazement.

"Well," Morris said, lying on the rocking chair and rocking back and forth, "this may be a matter of talent."

"I always become bad, and the needle I conjured still has a match head. Professor McGonagall only praised me verbally, saying that I was half good." Thor shrugged.

"I think this is the average level of our normal students." James spread his hands, "I deliberately looked at all the students' works."

"when"

"We just had a class, under the guise of communicating with each other to promote learning."

Simon found that all his roommates were talented, but he was the only one who studied most seriously and practiced 025 in practice.

I'm just an 11-year-old kid