Holy Light Professor at Hogwarts

Everyone knows that Dean Kirk is very young, but the so-called youth is compared with Dumbledore. In their minds, Professor Snape is a very young dean, so when they see Dean Kirk with their own eyes, I still feel surprised.

But the fact is that Kirk has lived longer than most wizards present.

The bartender poured Kirk a glass of beer in a smaller cup. Kirk picked it up and smelled it. It was worse than the Three Broomsticks not far away, but the price on the signboard made Kirk think it was not that bad. .

"Hey! Hagrid, the wizard card is missing someone, do you want to come?"

In a dark corner of the bar, a short guy who seemed to be a goblin shouted to Hagrid; there were many people gathered around him, and there were cards and some strange things on the table in front of them. , it looks like a bet.

Hagrid felt a little depressed at this time, and naturally he would not miss this opportunity to indulge. He said to Kirk beside him: "Dean Kirk, do you want to go together? The wizard card is very fun."

Kirk shook his head. He had never been interested in this kind of gambling.

"Okay then." Hagrid was slightly disappointed. He originally wanted to help Kirk win something fun at the card table: "Baker, take good care of our Dean Kirk!"

After saying that, he went to the table in the corner and joined the card game.

There was no customer to refill the beer, so the bartender Baker came over to chat with Kirk: "Mr. Kirk, I heard that Harry Potter became your student?"

Kirk swallowed the wine in his mouth: "Oh, yes, that's a very interesting little guy."

Seeing that Kirk was very kind and not at all different from those gloomy wizards, Baker was very happy: "During the school holidays, I heard from the senior students that Mr. Potter became a seeker and joined in the first grade. To the Quidditch team, oh my God, it’s amazing!”

It seems that most wizards are like this. They will be proud of Harry's achievements. It seems that only Harry is talented enough to make them look less weak; after all, being saved by a child is not honorable. thing, but it's another thing if the kid is talented.

The bartender continued: "I heard that Mr. Potter caught the Golden Snitch in his first Quidditch match. Is that true?"

Kirk nodded, and he was happy to praise his students: "Of course, in today's game, Harry caught the Golden Snitch in less than 5 minutes, ended the game, and created Hogwarts' first victory. Record."

"Really!" Baker was obviously very excited when he heard the news. He picked up his own cup from the bar and raised it above his head: "Hey, guys! Our Harry Potter broke the Hogwarts record today. , the golden snitch was caught in less than 5 minutes!”

The wizards in the bar, whether willing or resistant, raised their glasses in response: "To Harry Potter!"

Among them, Hagrid was the happiest. Although he knew the news on the way here, he still couldn't hide his excitement when he heard that so many wizards were celebrating Harry.

He picked up the huge wine glass and drank all the beer in it. The foam of the beer covered his beard. He stretched out his hand to wipe the foam away with his sleeve, and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes. This scene was captured by Kirk. I looked at it clearly.

Hagrid has a really good feeling for Harry. Kirk can feel that this good feeling is not only inherited from Harry's parents, but also more of a love for Harry as a person. This is different from many wizards.

After toasting together, the bartender Baker naturally started to get busy. He controlled a wine barrel with his wand and went to the table to add wine to the wizards' glasses.

Kirk still drank his half glass slowly. He preferred Feizhai Happy Water to beer.

Jingle Bell!

The bell at the door of the bar rang, and another wizard with his hood buried in his hood walked in. This attire could not arouse anyone's interest. Everyone just glanced at him and did whatever they were supposed to do.

The wizard who just walked in did not go directly to the bar to ask for a glass of beer. He stood at the door and looked around, as if he was looking for someone. When he saw Kirk drinking alone at the bar, his eyes visibly paused. .

Then, he walked around the bar and walked to the crowded wizard card table.

Quirrell?Why is he here?

Even though the man wrapped himself tightly, Kirk recognized him the first time he entered the door. Although he didn't know how to get rid of the garlic smell, it was uncomfortable. The feeling cannot escape Kirk's perception.

Kirk didn't believe that he came to the bar to drink and have fun. A person with secrets in his heart would not do such a thing. He must have some purpose. Judging from his behavior, his target was probably Hagrid.

Picking up the wine glass, Kirk pretended to be observing the decoration of the bar while slowly approaching the card table to see what he wanted to do.

But when Kirk was halfway through and passed a door that was ajar, he stopped.

Looking through the crack in the door, Kirk clearly saw something very familiar - a painting, a painting of a little girl, and Kirk had seen the same painting in Principal Dumbledore's bedroom, except this one The painting is a magic oil painting, and the little girl on it can move freely.

The girl in the painting obviously saw Kirk at the door. She smiled and waved, and Kirk also raised his hand and waved to her.

But the next moment, the door was suddenly opened, and a tall, thin old man with strands of wire-like gray hair and a beard appeared in front of Kirk.

Dumbledore?

Kirk thought for a moment that the man in front of him was Principal Dumbledore, but upon closer inspection, he found that he was not; because the bridge of his nose was intact and not crooked.

"What are you looking at?" the old man asked coldly.

"Sorry, I was looking at the girl in the painting."

Kirk apologized decisively. After all, it couldn't be said to be polite to peek through the crack in the door.

"Do you know her?" The old man's blue eyes were shining like Dumbledore's.

"You are?" Kirk did not answer the question directly, but asked the old man instead.

The old man paused, and then said: "My name is Aberforth, and I am the owner of this bar. You haven't said where you saw her yet."

Aberforth...Albus...

Kirk vaguely guessed something. An emotional drama of brothers turning against each other because of a girl was playing out in his mind.