The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

More than half an hour later, the Leaky Cauldron.

As a burst of green fire exploded, the bar owner Tom, who was dozing at the counter, was startled, raised his head and cursed angrily:

"Merlin's beard! I should throw all of you drunkards out! You are the scum of the magic world, you are so pitifully abandoned..."

Old Tom's voice stopped suddenly because he found that what woke him up was not the drunkards snoring in the corner, but the fireplace in the bar.

At this moment, a large amount of magical flames are rising inside.

Immediately afterwards, Professor McGonagall walked out carrying John and Michelle.

"Professor McGonagall, I never thought it would be you!"

Old Tom's attitude changed sharply. He took a feather duster and stepped forward to help Professor McGonagall dust away the ashes. His eyes naturally shifted to John and Michelle, "Who are these two?"

"The new students who will be enrolling at Hogwarts in two months have just had an accident." Professor McGonagall was talking as she walked upstairs. "Tom, could you please open a room for them?" house."

Old Tom moved faster than Professor McGonagall. Before Professor McGonagall could step onto the stairs, he took the key and went to the second floor to help open the door.

What he gave was a relatively spacious room with two single beds in addition to necessary daily necessities.

Entering the room, Professor McGonagall nodded gratefully to Tom, then placed John and Michelle on the two beds respectively and began to conduct further physical examinations on them.

The first person to be examined was Michelle.

But as time went by, Professor McGonagall's brows became more and more frowned.

This is not because Michelle's injury is serious, but because Michelle is too healthy.

This didn't make sense, especially after a huge battle with a dark wizard.

Didn’t you see that John had several broken ribs?

According to normal speculation, Michelle should have some bruises on her body.

However, the fact is that Michelle has no scars at all!

After checking it several times, Professor McGonagall could only blame it on John protecting it too well.

And just then, John woke up.

"Ah! Sister!"

John exclaimed, sitting up in bed.

His head was covered with sweat, and there was a dull pain in his brain, as if someone had just hit him with a hammer.

After shaking his head vigorously, John barely managed to maintain his consciousness.

Then he saw a witch holding a pointed wizard hat sitting next to Michelle, and the wand emitting a faint light in her hand was still wandering around Michelle's body.

"Don't even think about hurting her!"

John felt a rush of blood rush to his forehead, an angry shout burst out from his mouth, and then he stretched out his right palm.

Under the influence of strong emotions, some of the depleted magic power in his body was actually stimulated.

These magical powers gathered in the palm of his hand and condensed into a light blade that was about to shoot out.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips slightly, knowing that John was in a state of confusion, and flicked the wand in his hand.

"All petrochemical!"

"Rejoice!"

Two beams of light, one white and one pink, hit John one after another.

John felt his body stiffen, as if he had been petrified and unable to move.

Then a strong joy emerged from deep in his heart.

This emotion offset John's nervousness, gradually making John calm down.

After confirming that John had recovered, Professor McGonagall released the restraint on John and introduced himself with a serious face:

"I am Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts."

"I know you, Michelle told me about it."

As John spoke, his eyes kept glancing towards Michelle, "How is Michelle doing now? Is she okay?"

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall's expression became even more stern, and she raised her voice and said:

"It's not time for you to ask yet! Let me ask you, what happened tonight? What was going on in that basement?"

As soon as Professor McGonagall said this, John subconsciously recalled the previous scene in the basement.

He only remembered that he took Michelle and others to escape into the basement according to the original plan, encountered an old man in black robe, the two sides fought, and then...successfully defeated the dark wizard and escaped?

This is obviously wrong!

John could sense that he seemed to have forgotten some key person or thing.

But what is that?

"what--"

John covered his head and howled again.

He just felt like there was a needle stuck in his brain, preventing him from recalling what happened next.

When Professor McGonagall saw this, her expression changed drastically, and she stepped forward and continued to treat John with both potions and magic.

After half an hour, John recovered slightly, and Professor McGonagall also learned roughly what happened from John's mouth.

"So, you and Michelle led the people to eliminate the dark wizard? And, you still have problems with your memory?"

Professor McGonagall spoke with intense confusion on her face.

That dark wizard was an extremely vicious thug, and just two little wizards, John and Michelle, along with some Muggles, killed each other?

This is outrageous.

And what about the memory problem?

Could it be said that someone had made him forget everything?

After thinking for a moment, Professor McGonagall used magic to wake up Michelle again and began to question her.

However, Michelle gave almost exactly the same answer as John.

Her words were extremely fluent, and it didn't look like her memory had been wiped out at all.

Michelle was still half asleep when she answered, and fell asleep again less than ten seconds after answering.

Professor McGonagall didn't think Michelle could lie in this state.

"call--"

She took a long breath and said to John:

"It seems that your memory is fine. It may be because you were severely injured, which makes you feel abnormal."

John nodded, accepting this conclusion.

But his eyes were always focused on Michelle.

He was a little speechless. Michelle slept like a pig and didn't even open her eyes when she just answered the question.

This gave him reason to suspect that Michelle had not woken up at all, but was talking in her sleep.

Seeing this, Professor McGonagall stood up slowly and said:

"Michelle is in good health and there is nothing wrong with her." As he spoke, Professor McGonagall placed another piece of parchment on John's bedside. "In addition, as the Vice Principal of Hogwarts, I You are invited to study at Hogwarts this September, and this is your acceptance letter."

John looked at Professor McGonagall in surprise.

He was still worrying about how to enter Hogwarts yesterday. As a result, today, not only did he escape from the hell of St. Brelade with Michelle, but Professor McGonagall directly delivered the admission notice to him. ?

This is simply double happiness!

"Of course, whether you want to go or not depends on your willingness." Professor McGonagall obviously misunderstood the meaning of John's expression, "If you don't want to..."

"I do! Of course I do!" John interrupted, "That's a magic school, and you can be with Michelle!"

Hearing this, the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth slightly rose, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Then you should have a good rest tonight. I will come back tomorrow to help you purchase some items you need for school, and also introduce you to this magical world."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall walked out of the room as John watched.

"Excellent kid!"

Old Tom's voice came, and now Professor McGonagall could no longer suppress her smile.

She carefully closed the door and sighed with a pleased smile:

"Yeah, that's brilliant, especially John."

John is not only witty and intelligent, but also courageous. He dares to plan a self-rescue plan and execute it resolutely.

This is already rare.

You must know that when most children encounter something at this age, all they can do is cry.

More importantly, John is also very kind.

He didn't think about running away alone, but saved Michelle and the poor people in St. Brelade.

What a noble quality this is!

And judging from the fact that he just used magic with his bare hands when he was excited, John's magic talent should not be low.

If he failed to admit such a child to Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall felt that he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall walked towards the fireplace downstairs with a smile.

She had to go back to Hogwarts.

There was still a bunch of freshmen work for her to deal with.

With Dumbledore currently running around, if she didn't work overtime, she probably wouldn't be able to recruit new students in September.

Moreover, she is taking John and Michelle to Diagon Alley tomorrow.

"What a busy day!"

Professor McGonagall sighed, but still had a smile on her lips.