Hogwarts founder returns to campus

In Hufflepuff's dormitory, green plants similar to tuberose are placed everywhere, but they should be improved varieties, and the fragrance is much more elegant than tuberose.

This scent of flowers seemed to have a calming effect. When Truman brought the freshmen to their dormitory, the freshmen had already started to yawn one after another.

After allocating the beds, Truman ordered a few school rules and left here.

After all, freshmen are exhausted after a day of traveling by train and personally pursuing the difficult and dangerous journey of the founder of Hogwarts.

These freshmen didn't even have time to take off their clothes, and they had already closed their eyes when they climbed onto the bed.

Justin was still in good condition inside, and he was still able to say good night to Salazar with perseverance before throwing himself on the bed to sleep.

When the moon was high in the sky, and the whole dormitory was filled with the fragrance of flowers and dream talk, Salazar got up and walked out of the dormitory.

There were no students in the lounge anymore, the sound of the whole Hufflepuff lounge was only the crackling fire in the fireplace.

After leaving the lounge, he went up the stairs and came to the auditorium, where he saw two figures approaching in the distance.

The two figures were one big and one small, the big one was Argus Filch, and the young one was his pet Mrs. Norris.

All this information was told by Cassandra. It seemed that Cassandra had a comprehensive understanding of Hogwarts except for the sorting ceremony.

Filch was a middle-aged man wearing a dark brown tattered cloak, his gray eyes shone brightly in the reflection of the torch light, and he moved his legs forward step by step vigilantly.

It seems that luck is not very good tonight. When I came out of the lounge, I met the administrator patrolling the castle.

However, when Salazar was thinking about how to lure Filch away, Filch's cat took action first. It bowed in the opposite direction, as if it had sensed something, and kept growling.

"Mrs. Norris, what are you looking for?" Filch said with surprise in his tone. If he could catch a night-walking student on the first day of school, it would undoubtedly be the best school-opening gift for him.

But Mrs. Norris couldn't answer Filch's words, she just let out a low growl, jumped forward suddenly, and then quickly disappeared around the corner.

Seeing that Mrs. Norris had disappeared, Filch could only take his stumbling steps to keep up with Mrs. Norris' movements.

Salazar touched his chin, feeling that the cat's reaction was a bit strange, but he still heard a faint sound, but it was too far away to hear clearly.

Since the administrator was alarmed by unknown reasons, now is a good opportunity for him to continue to the library.

The location of the library remains the same, it is still on the second floor of the castle. There are many secondary paintings on display in the corridor, including still life paintings and figure paintings. Those figure paintings are all asleep, and the entire corridor is quiet.

Salazar's fingertips flicked across the door lock, his face suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated to the shadow of the corner to hide.

Because of Godric's special preference, he hoped that students could go beyond the rules more. Even if the library is closed, as long as students have a way to sneak into the library without being discovered, these violations of school rules will be tacitly accepted.

It was precisely because Salazar knew this that he would use magic to probe the lock.

After a simple inspection, he found that the door lock was not the current door lock, but an illusion made of the transformation spell.

And the moment he noticed something unusual, there were footsteps coming from the library, which meant that the people in the library were ready to come out.

As the library door was pushed open, an adult figure walked out of the library and quickly disappeared into the shadows in the distance.

Salazar only felt a little familiar with this person, as if he had met him at the school-opening banquet, and that dusty purple turban was really hard to forget.

Looks like a teacher.

But why would a teacher need to sneak into the library in the middle of the night?There seems to be some ulterior purpose?

"Traces appear!"

Salazar went straight into the library and snapped his fingers in the darkness.

This is a very common tracking spell. If a teacher looks for something in it and casts a magic spell, then this magic can capture it all.

A ball of gold powder spewed out from Salazar's right fingertips, and began to dance continuously, changing, and finally turned into a human silhouette, extending to the interior of the library.

When he followed the figure to the interior of the library, he found that the traces of the gold powder finally stayed on several books.

""Where are the Fantastic Beasts", "How to Contact Large Monsters", "Scary Animals in the Deep Underground", "Guide to Medieval Witchcraft", "As long as there is a wand, there is a way." Salazar carefully checked these books.

"Three about magical animals and two about magic." He put the books back to their original places. "It seems that this school has an amazing magical animal. An adult wizard can't solve it. He wants to get it from the library. Find a solution."

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The fire in the headmaster's fireplace was working diligently, releasing its heat to dissipate the cold of the Scottish Highlands.

Suddenly, a voice came from the wall covered with portraits in the principal's office.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" In one of the portraits, a slightly melancholy, pale-skinned wizard in a pointed hat kept calling.

Dumbledore woke up slowly when he heard the voice. There have been a lot of things recently.

Whether it's arranging the levels that guard the Sorcerer's Stone, or investigating what happened to Quirinus Quirrell in the Black Forest, these things consume too much of his energy.

"I'm sorry Dexter, forgive me for accidentally falling asleep." Dumbledore stood up and stretched himself.

"You're so tired, maybe you need to give yourself a vacation?" Dexter suggested.

"No! For me now, work and sugar are an inseparable part of my life." Dumbledore said with a wave of his hand.

"You don't need to put too much pressure on yourself, you look more tired than any of our principals." Dexter continued.

"I don't really agree with this point." The portrait next to him spoke. It was a wizard with short white hair and a mean face.

"As Dumbledore's former headmaster, I am! Armando Dippet! But the headmaster who has experienced the World War of Wizards, I think I am the most tired headmaster." Amando raised his head and snorted.

"Is that so?" Dexter smiled, but there seemed to be a bit of teasing in his eyes, "According to the records I know, it seems that Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, you can't deny that, right? "