Son-in-law of the Hibiscus family at Hogwarts

After a long explanation, Dumbledore seemed to believe what he said - you are a famous person in the wizarding world, and it said so on the chocolate frog's card.

"Then, I leave everything to you, Albus!" Mr. Delacour said solemnly.

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore responded with a smile, "Although I'm not completely sure that it can be solved, it's always better than doing nothing, right?"

The truth is this, but are you sure you won't be beaten to death if you say this?Weston complained secretly, powerful people speak with such confidence.

After some reluctant farewells, Weston and Dumbledore left.

Looking at the silent little guy, Dumbledore touched his head and comforted him softly: "Child, you can cry if you want. It doesn't matter. I won't laugh at you."

"I don't want to cry, Professor," Weston shook his head. "The temporary separation is just for a better reunion, isn't it?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then slowly savored these words and praised: "That's very well said, child. It seems that although suffering has tortured your body, your soul is full of wisdom!"

"Wisdom and knowledge are mankind's greatest wealth!" Weston said.

"Haha, interesting little guy!" Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard, "You must be an excellent Ravenclaw."

"Ravenclaw?" Weston pretended not to know anything, "What is that?"

Dumbledore looked at Weston's glasses for a long time and smiled: "Okay, I'll just pretend you don't know anything!"

Oops, that’s too much!Weston realized this and his body suddenly froze.

A big hand suddenly fell on the top of his head, stroking it gently, as if to drive away his nervousness. At the same time, he heard this sentence: "It's okay, kid, it's always good to be vigilant, even like this." It will make the people who care about you sad, but you can protect yourself well, I can understand!"

With Dumbledore's comfort, Weston gradually relaxed.

"I'm sorry, sir!" Weston murmured, his voice was not loud, just like a whisper. However, Dumbledore stopped and stroked his head again with a smile, "It's okay, but I look forward to it." Your trust!”

Weston looked up at those blue eyes that were now full of kindness and nodded vigorously.

The two walked for a while and gradually walked out of the Delacour family's territory. Dumbledore suddenly asked him: "Have you ever experienced flying, kid?"

"What?" Weston looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"Believe me, give it a good experience!" Dumbledore blinked mysteriously, "This will be an unforgettable trip!"

what?Just as Weston was about to say something, he suddenly felt a stick stuffed under his butt. Then, his feet also left the ground. The whistling wind and the rapidly shrinking ground told him that they were flying!

"Hurry up!" Dumbledore reminded.Weston subconsciously grabbed his clothes, and then a violent dizziness came, and the push pulled him backwards.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

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"Uh-uh--" Under the tree, Weston held onto the tree trunk with a pale face, and the food he had eaten in the morning was returned to the ground in pieces.

Dumbledore shook his head next to him and sighed: "It seems that Quidditch has no chance for you!"

Weston gave him an annoyed look.Is this a Quidditch thing?Don’t think I didn’t see it, I just broke the sound barrier twice!That's more than 950 kilometers per hour. Is this how your family plays Quidditch?Can it be broken into pieces if you bump it? !

It's a pity that he doesn't even have the energy to complain now, so he can only curse in secret.Of course, Dumbledore also saw his dissatisfaction and said again: "It's okay, it's always good to exercise more!"

God damn exercise!Weston rolled his eyes widely.

After resting for a while, the severe dizziness and vomiting feeling disappeared, and the strength gradually returned to the body. "Next time, I will never ride on a flying broomstick with you!" Weston said viciously.

However, he forgot his current age, and his bulging appearance did not have any deterrent effect, but made him a little more cute.

"Haha, how is it? Isn't it unforgettable?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Seeing Dumbledore's calm expression, Weston felt weak.He was in despair. What could he do with such a shameless person?

Ignore it, at least it will make you feel better!

"Okay, don't worry so much! We're here!" Dumbledore stroked his head again, then motioned for him to follow, and then led the way out.

Weston sighed and could only follow.

Weston was shocked before he had gone far. He swore that he had never seen such a spectacular scenery.

The sun is just right at this time.There were no clouds in the sky, and on the vast green grassland, a huge green castle sat on the high ground, with its black spire reaching into the sky.What a majestic building!

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore looked at Weston's admiring look, smiled knowingly, waved his wand, and the door to the courtyard wall opened.

"Come on, you will stay here for the next period of time!" Dumbledore said with a smile, and welcomed Weston in. Then, with a wave of his wand, the door closed again.

Amazing magic!Although Weston has seen it many times, he is still very impressed.

......

This is a round office. The walls of the office are full of photos of past principals. There are many exquisite silverwares on the slender-legged table, which rotates and sprays mist. On a shelf behind the table is a dirty hat. Hat, a gorgeous slender silver knight's sword placed in a glass box next to it, and a fiery red bird standing on a tall gilded perch behind the door.

Yes, this is the principal's office at Hogwarts. At this time, Weston and Dumbledore are sitting on both sides of the table.

"What would you like to drink?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Have a glass of lemon juice with some honey and ice," Weston replied.

Two glasses of lemon juice suddenly appeared on both sides of the table, with a straw inserted into the glass near Weston.

The house elf is still so considerate!Weston thought as he drank lemon juice.

After taking a few sips of lemon juice, Dumbledore put down the glass, thought for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"Child, Frank showed me the parchment you wrote on. Coincidentally, we have the same idea. There is a saying in the East, it is better to block than to open up. I think this sentence means to you, It couldn’t be a better fit!”

"The essence of Obscurus is still magic power, but the amount is a little larger. If you want to feel more comfortable, then you need to release it!"

"Is it magic?" Weston asked, "But I don't know any magic now. Sir, are you looking for someone to teach me?"

"That's right, kid!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "To put it bluntly, Hogwarts has the best teachers in the UK. You can choose your own teacher!"

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