Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

Dumbledore's office is very quiet. In the circular office, a spiral staircase is located behind the principal's huge desk. On the circular wall to the left of the desk, dozens of photos of various sizes are hung. On the walls, witches and wizards of different ages were sitting on chairs or lying on the tables at hand, sleeping soundly.

These are the previous principals of Hogwarts. Eric counted them out of boredom, and there were 48 portraits.

There is a bookshelf placed on the right side of the huge desk. Next to the bookshelf is a huge lifelike star model, which contains not only the sun but also other planets.

A sophisticated astronomical telescope was placed at the window of the principal's office, facing the sky. Next to the telescope, an iron spear that looked very familiar to him was inserted into the brick crack in the corner of the wall.

He walked over and pulled it out with great effort. He took a closer look and confirmed that it was the iron spear he had conjured that night.

Walking to the window where the end of the iron spear was pointing, Eric looked out the window. That was the direction where they had class in the afternoon.

Could this be one of the iron spears that attacked them?

"Wow~"

A phoenix chirped in the office. Eric turned and looked towards the place where the sound came from. A fiery red figure shot out from the fireplace, carrying a wave of heat that circled around the room and passed by. It came to his side and stopped safely on a horizontal bar above the desk. As it contracted its wings, the flames turned into a bright red adult phoenix, which was none other than Principal Dumbledore's pet, Phoenix Fawkes.

"Oh~ Clumsy bird, won't you be less on fire when you come back next time? It's almost burning me up."

There was a muttering of dissatisfaction from the bookshelf next to him, followed by a yawn.

But Fox paid no attention to the voice. He twisted his neck and roughly smoothed his feathers, and then stared at the little wizard standing in the principal's room.

Turning around, he met the Sorting Hat's open eyes.

"Hey, aren't you a freshman this year? Your name is..." The Sorting Hat narrowed his eyes for a while: "Eric Foley, right?"

Eric put down the iron spear in his hand, stood back to his previous position, nodded to the Sorting Hat, and put a polite smile on his face: "Senior Sorting Hat, you have a good memory."

"Of course! I only did that one thing this year, so naturally I remember it clearly, especially you, the strangest little wizard. Throughout the more than 1000 years of sorting ceremonies, I have never met any new students in the sorting hall. At that time, the thought of going to Azkaban actually came to my mind."

The Sorting Hat smacked his lips, twisted on the bookshelf, glanced at the portraits on the opposite wall, and finally turned to Eric, who was standing in the center of the office: "Kid, it's only been a few days since school started. Are you here at the principal's office? Logically speaking, shouldn't the first-year students be studying seriously in class?"

"Something happened. I'm waiting for the principal here." Eric didn't know whether it was appropriate for him and a hat to talk about these things, so he remained silent, but after thinking for a while, he looked up at the Sorting Hat and continued to ask. He said: "You have been in this school for more than 1000 years. Have you ever experienced the school being invaded by enemies and harming the students?"

"Do you want to hear this? Then you've asked the right person!"

The Sorting Hat twisted again, as if it had found a comfortable position. After pondering for 2 minutes, it spoke to Eric about a wonderful battle when the school was first established, as well as the conflict between the Folk Magic World Management Organization and Huo Huo at that time. Gwartz joins forces to fight against the oppression of Muggles and magical creatures in a super battle.

Eric pulled up a chair next to a round table in the principal's office, sat on it and listened carefully to the stories it told that had not been recorded in history.

To be honest, he was a little curious. In the long history of the school, did the school really have only this little control over the Forbidden Forest?It was such a convenient place to hide enemies, and Eric didn't believe it at all that the school really had no prepared countermeasures, especially since the principal of this school was known as the greatest wizard in history.

As if he couldn't stand the Sorting Hat's bragging anymore, a portrait on the wall finally couldn't help but sit up, pointed at the Sorting Hat in the picture frame and shouted: "Don't make trouble for yourself, old hat, Godric is the one with outstanding achievements." ·Gryffindor, not you, a dirty hat who has been locked up in the principal's office for a long time."

"Oh~ Old man Yager, of course I know that the most brilliant person in that battle was Gryffindor. I was just too immersed in what I said and made a mistake."

The Sorting Hat curled his lips, looked at the old man who lay down again and fell asleep, and whispered to Eric who turned to look at the portrait: "Don't worry about those old guys, they have died long ago, leaving only the portrait hanging in the principal's office. , and have no brains, and sometimes they become old fools."

After saying this, Eric felt as if the bodies of the wizards in the portraits had moved.

It looked like they were all pretending to be asleep.

He nodded secretly, a flash of enlightenment flashing through his heart, as if he understood something.

These portraits of the principal were probably secretly observing him. He had never heard of dozens of portraits falling asleep together.

The Sorting Hat seemed to have not had enough and was about to continue telling its story, but at this moment the door to the principal's office suddenly opened, interrupting its opening.

Albus Dumbledore stepped in and looked at Eric who stood up quickly. He smiled, walked over and patted Eric on the shoulder: "Don't be restrained, Mr. Foley, just treat this place as yours." Just like the rest room.”

With that said, he waved the Elder Wand, and the chair Eric had just been sitting on rose into the air, turned into a single sofa covered with wool blankets, and landed where it was before.

"Sit down, kid!" Dumbledore pointed to the sofa, motioning for Eric to sit down, and he sat on the sofa on the other side of the table: "Have a drink, Eric, warm yourself up, today's The weather is really bad. I thought, how about a cup of sweet purple taro milk."

As the wand was waving, a tea set appeared on the round table in front of Eric. The teapot floated and poured a cup of cocoa for each of them, and then slowly landed on the table.

Eric glanced at the teapot and felt that it looked familiar, but without paying much attention, he turned to Dumbledore.

"Maybe we can also get some Turkish milk candies!" Dumbledore saw the moving iron spear. After a second of surprise, he turned to Eric with a smile and winked, and continued to conjure a box of jelly beans. Put it on the table.

Eric clearly caught the surprise flashing between the principal's brows, and his nerves couldn't help but tighten. His brain fell into silence and sluggishness.

It is not that easy to enter the robot mode, but the two different states of brain emptying and concentration have a certain ability to resist Legilimency and prevent the enemy from obtaining information.

He didn't know if Principal Dumbledore was the legendary Legilimency master, and he didn't know if the principal knew some of his little secrets, but he could never make a big mistake.