Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Dumbledore fired continuously, seeming to be a little over the top.

Travis hugged Meow and huddled in the farthest corner for fear of being accidentally injured, and even more afraid of ricochet.

Fortunately, the stone wall was not so smooth and hard, and there was no ricochet until Dumbledore emptied the magazine...at least Travis didn't feel it.

"Okay, okay, we're out of bullets. You can go back and write a research report on masturbation."

Travis stepped forward and grabbed the pistol.

Dumbledore came back to his senses from the crater in the wall and smacked his lips with some unfinished thoughts.

"It's such a magical weapon. It can explode with such amazing power with just one click." Dumbledore exclaimed.

"Uh-huh."

Travis was very casual and perfunctory, thinking that you, a magic wizard, actually lamented the magic of weapons in the Muggle world. If the Muggles knew about this, they would not laugh at your lack of knowledge?

"Your wand... If nothing happens, I won't give it to you. I need to continue to rest." Travis handed over the wand as a sign of seeing him off.

Dumbledore took the wand and put it away smoothly, but did not leave, not even intending to leave.

"I was wondering if such a dangerous thing would be too dangerous for you? Why don't you leave it to me for safekeeping...and then return it to you when you go home for the holidays."

Travis's eyes widened for a moment: "Are you kidding? This thing was given to me by my uncle for self-defense. How can it be dangerous? It would be dangerous without it, okay!"

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, moved closer to Travis and bent down.

"Hogwarts is the safest place in the wizarding world." Dumbledore said seriously.

"Safety or safety is not decided by you, the school administrator who provides security measures, but by us students, especially freshmen, who have the final say based on our own experience."

Travis also looked at Dumbledore, thinking that he would be able to say this with such determination five years later... no, even three years later.

Dumbledore was stunned at first, and then looked at Travis with interest, seeming to find what Travis said interesting.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, and Dumbledore did not continue to ask whether Travis felt safe at Hogwarts.

He knew that if he asked now, Travis would definitely say it was not safe.

This guy is really a thief!

"How about this, how about I trade the clues to the Sorcerer's Stone for custody rights?" Dumbledore suggested.

clue?Isn't the Philosopher's Stone placed in the off-limits room at the corner of the fourth floor?

Although he was very disapproving, Travis still nodded in agreement.

It doesn't matter what you change to, what's important is to help Dumbledore get rid of the bad habit of being a wolf with nothing!

"Then give me the stuff."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and Travis handed the pistol to Dumbledore without saying anything.

"Where's the bullet?"

Travis rolled his eyes: "Do you think I put a traceless stretching spell on my pocket? How can I put so many things in my pocket?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "Maybe I can change the conditions. How about I use the Traceless Stretching Charm in exchange for you?"

"make a deal!"

After looking around the room and finding no pen or paper, Dumbledore had to use a transfer spell to summon pen and paper from his office.

After writing down the spells and precautions for the Seamless Stretch Curse, Dumbledore specifically asked Travis not to use this spell carelessly.

However, it seemed that Dumbledore didn't expect anything when he spoke, and it was completely perfunctory.

"I have a clone that is returning to the dormitory from the library. You should just meet it when you go to the dormitory now."

Travis took over the spell as he spoke, read it once and then shared the memory directly with the clones in the library for them to study.

"Okay, have a good rest...move back to the dormitory as soon as possible...it should be quite cold at night here, right? Don't catch a cold."

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, I will."

On one side, they were still talking politely, but on the other side, under the arrangement of the invisible hand of fate, Neville still broke his arm.

Mrs. Hooch immediately checked Neville's physical condition and sent Neville to the hospital, leaving only a message to the other students to stay still and wait for her return.

However, no one listened to Mrs. Hooch's arrangements, except Travis, a good student.

"Oh, look, that fool forgot something again... What do you think I put it on the top of a tree?"

Malfoy said to the Slytherin students with a smirk on his face, while quietly observing Travis's reaction.

The Gryffindor students all looked at Travis, as if they were waiting for him to speak, who had been in the spotlight these past two days.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Travis blinked innocently: "I'm just a useless clone who doesn't know magic and is afraid of heights. Do you expect me to snatch that memory ball?"

After saying that, Travis squatted down and studied a broomstick as if there was no one around.

Just when the Gryffindor students didn't know what to do next, Harry stood up and shook their heads with Malfoy. Then the two of them rode broomsticks one after the other and ascended to the Western Paradise.

Well, although they are flying eastward, as we all know - the earth is round!

Looking up at the two people who had turned into black spots, Travis couldn't help but look envious.

"Young people are in good health!"

"As two men, riding a thin stick under their crotches and flying so fast, and moving around to do stunts, aren't they worried about wearing out their lower parts?"

Travis's voice wasn't loud, but it was quiet enough at the moment.

For a moment, it could be said that the women were silent and the men were in tears. Several male classmates even tightened their legs and threw away the broomsticks in their hands.

"I plan to write a letter of suggestion to broomstick manufacturers, asking them to launch broomsticks suitable for men. Is there anyone willing to join me? Just sign and raise your hands if you agree." Travis asked.

It's quieter around here.

Needless to say, girls didn’t even raise their hands to join.

Only two of the boys raised their arms slowly. When they reached halfway, they found that most of them didn't raise their hands and immediately started scratching their heads, their faces flushed.

Travis looked at them with disdain.

"You guys, you want to save face and suffer the consequences!"

"Since no one has joined, I won't write a letter of suggestion. I will pay for it myself and hire someone to customize it for my own use."

Travis snorted disdainfully.

This kind of thing that concerns the happiness of the lower body is actually too embarrassed to stand up and express opinions.

They say Eastern men are masculine, but in fact, Western masculinity is no less so, or even worse.

This is most vividly demonstrated in the United States and the United States, where white men are supreme.

Old Anglo-Saxonism!