This Hogwarts is not normal

Aurelius has spent his entire life searching for his family.

He found Aberforth and learned the truth about being "abandoned" before he died.

And Nagini...

Brother Dumbledore's blue eyes were full of sadness.

Even Surya, who is the only relative, does not know the truth, and it is impossible to know whether she was "abandoned".

Aberforth let out a heavy breath, "It should be because of the war."

"It must be." The surprise flashed across Dumbledore's face.

Over the past few decades, it seems that there is still growth.

With some relief, he told Surya a story, a story about Nagini and Aurelius.

The mother's family has inherited the blood curse, and they still look exactly the same.

Judging by age, Nagini should be Surya's older sister.

"The last time I found her was five years ago, and she said she could barely remember who she was."

Aberforth's gaze was particularly sincere,

"Ms. Surya, if it's possible—no, I beg you to help her, don't let her continue to suffer."

The Blood Curse cannot be completely resolved, and the effect of the curse can only be weakened by apportionment.

The cost of the Greengrass family's sanity is shortened lifespan, and Nagini's problem is that they cannot maintain sanity.

The principle is basically the same, except that what is bound together is not life but soul.

Surya was silent for a long time.

She has lived alone for 60 years, and now a sister pops up suddenly, and she wants to bind her soul together?

"me--"

It was impossible to ignore Dumbledore's longing, and it was impossible to refuse Aberforth's eager anticipation.

"If she is really my sister, I will definitely help her."

"Words cannot express our gratitude to you, Ms. Surya."

Aberforth pushed open the door impatiently, "I'm going to find Nagini now, Albus!"

It's been years since that name was called out.

Dumbledore smiled at him and nodded, "Aberforth, I'm going back to school too."

There is a price to pay for using black magic, let alone black magic related to the soul.

"Are you sure that kid will succeed?"

"He's already done it once."

Aberforth opened the door and left.

"Child?" Surya was a little uneasy.

From what the brothers said, the man who cast the magic seemed to be a child.

"Ma'am, I can guarantee that he has this ability."

Still very unreliable, quite unreliable.

"He's got a lot more fame than me lately, especially on the Asian side."

A name slowly came to her mind.

I hope there will be no surprises.

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When Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, the students happened to be having a party in the Great Hall.

Not to celebrate the Gryffindor Quidditch victory, but to celebrate the 10 GWENT card sold.

The president of the Owl Court Club personally brushes the sauce, and the special barbecue skewers that are controlled by the vice president throughout the process are the most popular.

A piece of pork, a piece of zucchini, then a piece of beef, and finally a whole mushroom.

Fresh, juicy and nutritious. ….The delicacies prepared by the little badgers are also favored by many students.

Compared with the simplicity and directness of Vincent and Percy, although their production speed is slow, each piece is a masterpiece of quality and weight.

The little eagles are alright, but the cooking time is a little longer, and they all look exactly the same.

Even the taste is the same!

Let alone the little snakes, all dark dishes.

Draco, who was looking for food with a plate, suddenly walked towards the long Gryffindor table.

The total sales volume of wizard cards has already exceeded one million, so he has to come here first to show off.

"Wayne, quickly bring me two skewers of barbecue."

Vincent threw two skewers straight onto his plate.

"I want to be familiar!"

Sure enough, it was to make trouble.

Percy gave up the grill, "Choose and choose, do it yourself if you have the ability."

Draco raised his face, "If you don't hurry up, everyone will be dragged away by us."

There weren't many students at all at the Slytherin table.

"Thank you, we are still the most popular." Vincent picked up the two skewers of raw barbecue on his plate, then soaked them in water and then brushed them with sauce.

Percy put them on the oven very cooperatively.

Before turning it over, Draco urged.

"It's not for you, did you wash it again if you didn't see it?"

"Vincent, some people don't know themselves."

"So that's what I learned."

Draco, who was so angry, left a cruel sentence:

"Just wait, your Fat Chicken Club will be disbanded in a few days!"

Those who have the power to do so, except the principal and deputy principals, are left with the Ministry of Magic and the school trustees.

It seems that he is really going to return to the board of directors.

Vincent happened to have a large amount of Galleons cut from the card merchant in his hand, so it should be enough to occupy a few seats.

"Thank you for the information."

"Hmph!" Draco swaggered away.

Those 26 card merchants are not stupid, and they took the initiative to say that they were manipulated by Yamamoto, which is tantamount to voluntarily revealing the insider trading.

I still have a batch of problematic wizard cards in my hand. Can the master agree to change the cards after knowing it?

"Did you use too much sauce on this?"

"Oh, for Malfoy."

Vincent, who laughed like a pig in his heart, swiped it twice more.

After Percy baked it, he brought it over himself.

"Be careful it's hot."

Draco wasn't stupid, of course he knew it was stuffed.

For the sake of sincerity, let's take a bite reluctantly.

Pooh!

It was so salty that it made my tongue numb.

"Wayne!"

In the blink of an eye, the person went back to continue brushing the sauce.

Draco shook his hands and glared at Vincent fiercely.

The brighter the other party's smile, the more ferocious his expression.

After staring sourly, he turned "magnanimously" and walked towards the Hufflepuff table.

After watching the good show, Dumbledore came to the Gryffindor table.

Vincent subconsciously trembled twice more.

The busy headmaster came here today, and there is a high probability that he is playing with him again.

"Professor, let me bake it for you!"

Percy's expression grew more and more strange.

The heat is too poorly controlled, and the taste is likely to be dry.

Dumbledore had no objection, took a sip and immediately gave a thumbs up,

"I dare say this is the most layered barbecue I've ever had."

Careless, should brush a few more times.

Vincent forced a smile, "Professor, as long as you like it."

"I just came here for something to eat." Dumbledore winked at him.

"Then you should eat more."

"Most definitely."

Dumbledore had just walked to the Hufflepuff table next door, and Percy, who had just heard it in a fog, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"The professor has something to ask you?"

Vincent said firmly: "It's definitely not a good thing!"

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