Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

The atmosphere in the principal's room was quiet for a few seconds. It was not until Fawkes emerged from the flames of the fireplace and fluttered his wings that he landed on the boom where he normally stood. Only then did Dumbledore, who had a stiff smile, come back to his senses again.

But the next moment, the old principal did not restrain his smile, but instead smiled even happier.

He applauded Eric with a look of appreciation on his face: "This joke is really great. Eric, I thought students with good grades like you would be boring. I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect it." .”

Dumbledore smiled for a while, raised his hands to rub his stiff face, and kept sighing like a mosquito in his mouth: "This is good..."

"However, I really didn't expect that your astronomy was so good. Firenze thanked you very much in the letter, saying that you sketched out the new constellation in the centaurs tribe. Eric, you can gain a lot in stargazing." Appreciation from a horse person is not easy.”

Dumbledore flipped through the letter again, smiled and praised Eric again, then folded the letter and prepared to stuff it into the envelope.

"Actually, I didn't draw it..." Eric frowned and looked at Dumbledore in confusion. He clearly used a pseudonym. How could the principal say that Firenze mentioned him in the letter?

Dumbledore unfolded the letter again, read it again, and then showed it to Eric: "Really? But Firenze wrote your name and asked me to say thank you."

Seeing his name appear on the letter, Eric was really silent this time. He frowned slightly, and Firenze's face appeared in front of his eyes.

This guy...when exactly...

"I didn't expect time to fly by so fast. It's time for dinner again. Eric, why don't you go to the auditorium first? I have to send this letter."

Dumbledore raised the letter in his hand, nodded slightly to Eric and Romer, took out another piece of paper, and wrote while writing: "The spiral staircase has returned to normal, there is no need to worry, just go down. "

After hearing the old principal's words, Romer, who had remained silent, immediately jumped up, floated to Eric's side, patted his back gently, and used his cold palm to send a "retreat" signal to Eric. .

Eric frowned and thought for a while, but still didn't figure out where he had been exposed. But after hearing Dumbledore's words, he stood up, bowed slightly to the principal, and left the principal's office with Romer. .

After the two figures disappeared behind the door and the rumble of the spiral staircase gradually descended, Dumbledore quickly finished writing the letter, resealed the centaur's envelope and handed it to Fox.

After the figure of Phoenix disappeared behind the fire, the old principal leaned back in his chair, with an unpredictable expression on his face.

After the visitors in the office disappeared, the principals on the wall finally stretched themselves, woke up from their sleep in various positions, and sat in the portraits full of energy again.

On the bookshelf on the left, the Sorting Hat that had been pretending to be dead also inflated like an inflated balloon and stood up again, with the brim snapping back to its previous position.

"Hey, Broken Rag, why don't you make any noise today? Isn't this not your style?"

A fat principal drank the drink at hand, chuckled, and smacked his lips as he looked at the Sorting Hat that looked shocked.

The peak of the Sorting Hat was raised, and he looked at the portrait of the principal who had just spoken. His lips twisted for a while, and he said: "Shut up."

Then, it looked away from the smiling principal and turned its attention to the two principals at the far end, Leonard Younger and Elton Farrar.

"Two old guys, that female ghost just now, do you...do you think she looks familiar?"

Leonard knocked on his hunched back, stood up with a cane, fumbled with his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, and muttered: "The person who invented this thing is really a genius, Albus, find a chance to let any painter Draw one for me too, I feel a little embarrassed for always snatching Phineas's glasses."

"Bah~ scum!" A certain black-clad principal said indignantly.

Elton shook his head, stood up, walked closer to the middle of the portrait, enlarged his figure a little, shook his head at the Sorting Hat and said: "You mean that girl just now? I don't know her. I really don't know who she looks like." It feels a little bit like that.”

"Really, you also think you can match up with someone, don't you?" The Sorting Hat became excited. The eyes formed by the folds of the fabric stared at Elton intently, and the face highlighted on the cloth was also full of excitement. , as if I have found a like-minded friend.

Elton looked at the Sorting Hat's excited look and couldn't help scratching his head. He didn't understand what this guy was excited about...

But after thinking calmly for a while, he said to the Sorting Hat: "I feel that she is a bit similar to Helena before she died."

The tip of the Sorting Hat trembled a few times, and then as if it was angry, the tip quickly hit the wooden board of the bookshelf next to it: "What Helena? Can that little girl Helena have that kind of temperament in the movie? You Think boldly again.”

Elton was even more confused by the Sorting Hat's behavior, and turned to look at Leonard in the portrait next to him: "Old principal, did you just see that ghost? Who do you think she looks like?"

Leonard walked over on crutches and patted Elton's head hard with his left hand: "How do I know? I was so dazzled just now that I didn't even see who it was."

"Is there something wrong with you two? Even if you can't see it, can't you feel the aura?"

The Sorting Hat looked at the ignorant two people and suddenly felt angry. The brim of the hat slapped the bookshelf as if it was tap dancing: "Don't you feel it? The aura on that ghost is Roy. Na Ravenclaw!"

"Pfft~"

Elton couldn't help covering his mouth and laughed, but he felt that it was not good to laugh like this in front of the Sorting Hat, but when he heard Leonard beside him also sneered, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. laughed.

The two old men in the portrait laughed. One raised his finger and the other raised his cane. They laughed and patted their chests while pointing at the Sorting Hat.

Elton Farrar laughed and said to the Sorting Hat: "Are you often treated as a rag to clean the table by the teacher? You have a psychological shadow, so when you see a stranger, you think it is the teacher who has come back."

Leonard also sat down on Elton's chair with great joy, and shook his head at the Sorting Hat: "You, next time you have free time, read some books, lean against the bookshelf, you have known how to compose songs for more than 1000 years, and also Yes, don’t read too much into the thinking of those children, and you will become childish... Listen carefully, the reason why ghosts exist is because at the moment when some wizards die, there is something in their hearts. This obsession, the fear of the unknown world, and the nostalgia for the human world, these two factors prompted it to choose a specious way to live. It is different from us. We are just part of the thoughts of the original self, but the ghost is It’s part of the original deity.”

Elton also slowly stopped smiling, and then said: "The teacher lived for more than 80 years. Although her fate was bumpy, one thing that can be proved is that she was very open-minded and cheerful, and she also had courage, no matter what kind of Sadness has never knocked her down. For such a rational teacher, it is simply a blasphemy for you to doubt that she would choose to become a ghost and live in the world. What's more, after becoming a ghost, the teacher will only look old and not Maybe he looks so young."

"But I really just sensed the breath of Ravenclaw on that ghost."

The Sorting Hat murmured and sat down again.

"Maybe he is a relative of the teacher! I remember the teacher's husband once said that before marrying the teacher, he met the teacher's twin sister, but we have never seen this person."

……

Dumbledore sat at his desk, listening to the Sorting Hat chatting and fighting with the portraits. He propped up his chin and looked at the gate.