Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

Dean has always suspected that Dumbledore, despite knowing that Professor Trelawney's predictions often failed to work and that she was making up mysteries most of the time, still insisted on hiring her as a divination professor, was actually protecting her in disguise.

A fortune teller who is no different from a liar in the eyes of others will make Dumbledore worry about something unexpected happening, so what will happen if it is replaced by Dean, whose predictions are almost always accurate?The results speak for themselves.

After realizing this, of course Dean had to refuse in every possible way, and vowed that he would never predict anything easily in the future, otherwise he would be causing trouble for himself!

"Wise, very wise choice." Dumbledore gently stroked his palm and said, "Dean, it seems you are smarter than I thought."

"So I once wanted to sort him into Ravenclaw." The Sorting Hat couldn't help but add another sentence.

"Perhaps Hufflepuff is the best choice." Dumbledore looked at Dean thoughtfully through his half-moon glasses.

"Um...is there any precedent for Hogwarts changing houses midway?" Dean asked timidly.

"My answer is no, but if you insist -" Dumbledore spoke slowly, as if he was seriously considering the question.

"Professor, I don't think it's necessary." Dean quickly declined. Changing the college midway would really go down in history. Wouldn't that be more eye-catching?

"Then Mr. Thomas -" Dumbledore said solemnly to Dean: "I suggest you try not to pry into the future. If you rely too much on this ability, it is likely to cause accidents, because there are too many There are many factors that will affect the future.”

"I understand, Professor. If today..."

"When you predicted that there would be an accident in today's game, if you could come to me directly, the result might be better." Dumbledore continued, "Not only will Harry not be in danger, but you will not be in trouble because of taking risks." Save Harry and cause unnecessary trouble."

"This lesson is very profound, and I will never forget it." Dean solemnly promised, "I will use my prophecy ability with caution in the future."

At least until I'm strong enough to protect myself, Dean added mentally.

"If, I mean if, you unexpectedly predict what will happen in the future, then please tell me in time, the door here is always open for you." Dumbledore said and pointed at Dean.

Dean reacted. Dumbledore obviously knew that Prokos Robes might make some prophecies uncontrollably.

"I will, Professor. What if you are not here?" Dean asked.

"Then go to your dean or Professor Snape, they will be very willing to help you." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he reminded in a relaxed tone: "Ah, because I am late, the time is a little It’s late, I hope the fat lady hasn’t gone out to visit.”

"Professor, if you have nothing else to do, I will go back to the dormitory first." Dean immediately stood up knowingly.

"Dean, you are very talented, I hope you can make good use of it." Dumbledore also stood up.

"Professor, I promise you that I will never let you down." Dean felt that the last sentence was the main point of Dumbledore's meeting with him tonight.

"Very well, good night, my child, I wish you a sweet dream~" Dumbledore sent Dean out of the door cheerfully.

After the gargoyle jumped back to its original position and the wall behind it closed, Dean realized that the robe behind him was almost soaked with cold sweat.

Dean had to admit that Dumbledore put more pressure on him than anyone else.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't make things difficult for him, and he didn't mention the issues he was worried about before. He just advised him to try not to use or use his prophecy ability as little as possible.

Dean guessed that Dumbledore was afraid of predicting too much and affecting his plans for Voldemort.

If this is the case, then Dumbledore is definitely worrying too much. Dean hopes that history will proceed according to the original work, which means that he is truly safe.

When Dean walked near the portrait of the Fat Lady, he suddenly realized that he had not triggered any tasks related to Dumbledore, and missed the opportunity to harvest the wool from him. What a failure.

"What do you think?" After Dean left, Dumbledore was silent for a moment before asking softly.

"I think he's very honest - at least with me," the Sorting Hat said.

"Perhaps you haven't noticed that he is hiding something from you on a small issue." Dumbledore inserted the tip of the wand into his silver hair, close to his temple, and then slowly pulled out a small strand of silver-white hair. The substance was put into a glass bottle.

"Where?" the Sorting Hat asked, raising his voice.

"He said that none of his siblings have magical talents, but as far as I know, his youngest sister--she seems to be named Knightley--also has the potential to become a wizard," Dumbledore said.

"Is your source reliable?" the Sorting Hat asked.

"I think Mundungus is trustworthy."

"He? A thief, a profiteer! His words must not be believed!" the Sorting Hat said sharply.

"He showed me sufficient evidence on this matter." Dumbledore said seriously.

"Okay, but you can't expect an 11-year-old wizard to be able to tell whether others have wizarding talents." The Sorting Hat pointed out sharply, "If he could tell, it would be even weirder, wouldn't it?"

"I very much agree with your statement. But it seems that the wizard blood in Dean may also come from his mother." Dumbledore looked a little confused, as if what was originally a certainty had suddenly changed.

"Wizards can also be born in Muggle families - I stick to my judgment. Dean's wizard blood comes from his biological father." The Sorting Hat said stubbornly.

"Okay, there is another question. Why didn't Dean predict Knightley's wizarding talent? Or - he had already predicted it, but deliberately hid it from you?" Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed with wisdom. light.

"So he failed your test?" the Sorting Hat asked.

"No, he passed - I am very grateful to you for testing him for me - but I think it is necessary to observe him further." Dumbledore's tone became more relaxed.

"I think the older you get, the more suspicious you become." A haughty voice came from a portrait on the wall.

"Thank you for the reminder, Phineas." Dumbledore said calmly to the portrait of a wizard with a goatee, a smart face, and wearing a silver and green Slytherin costume.

"Aha, let me guess what you are suspicious of - the same born soul master, the same very smart, the same ambitious, the same unlimited potential... and the same mixed blood." Phineas said in a smooth tone. , "Are you worried that he will follow the same path as the mysterious man?"