Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

"From today on, this big bedroom on the second floor is yours!"

After the two entered the house, Alvin showed Hermione around his new home.

"There is a study room next to it. Professor McGonagall did not take those books with her when she left. There is a lot of knowledge about transfiguration in it, as well as some books on life spells and defense against the dark arts."

"In addition, each room has an independent bathroom. It cannot be seen from the outside. It seems that Professor McGonagall has cast a traceless expansion spell on the house. The interior space of this house is much larger than it looks from the outside."

"I also changed the bed sheets and bedding. As for the hygiene, Radorafa is responsible for it. I allow them to use magic spells when cleaning the room. By the way, house elves generally need to obtain permission from their master before using magic spells. They will punish themselves if they use magic spells, so remember to remind them before arranging them to do something, and don’t forget it.”

Hermione nodded repeatedly and immediately asked: "Then where do you live?"

Ivan pointed to his feet and said happily: "I live on the first floor. The master bedroom next to the living room has a lakeside garden in the backyard outside the window. The door is the back door of the house. In the future, you can barbecue or have afternoon tea by the lake. Easy to get in and out.”

"Sounds really good." Hermione asked curiously: "So this house was really given to you by Professor McGonagall?"

"That's right." Ivan nodded: "She said she couldn't stand living here alone, so she later moved to Hogwarts. Let me tell you, Professor McGonagall was actually married!"

"Really?" Hermione also felt incredible about the news: "I thought she had never been married. There have been rumors in the school that Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore are a couple."

"No, they are not." Ivan shook his head firmly: "I heard that Dumbledore is... um... gay..."

"What?" Hermione was stunned.

She was no stranger to this word. After all, the name gay England did not come for nothing. Hermione, who had just entered puberty, naturally understood what Alvin was talking about.

"Grindelwald, have you heard of it?" Ivan asked.

"The first generation Dark Lord? He is now imprisoned in the prison of Nurmengard... But how is this possible?" Hermione was a little unbelievable: "As we all know, Dumbledore was the one who defeated Grindelwald."

"Although I don't know much about the specific story, they were indeed lovers..." Ivan said. Although he has never watched Fantastic Beasts, the news that became popular in the circle is too outrageous. For this reason, he went online to verify the news. True or false, it was later discovered that the news was indeed true.

"This is incredible!" Hermione was stunned.

"Really? I think so too..." Ivan shrugged.

Hermione thought for a while, looked at Alvin, and asked suspiciously: "Then how do you know? You don't like men too, do you?"

Ai Wen's face darkened: "I only like beautiful girls."

"Oh, really?" Hermione said sourly after hearing this: "Like Qiu Zhang? Yes, you all have Asian faces, even though you have white hair..."

Alvin shook his head when he heard this. Qiu Zhang happened to be the least attractive to him.

After all, I had seen too many Internet celebrities in my previous life. Qiu Zhang looked pretty to others, but to Alvin, she was just okay and not very attractive.

Seeing Alvin shaking his head, Hermione asked again: "Is that what Angelina is like?"

"By the way, the racial characteristics of black people are not in my aesthetic sense at all." Ivan shrugged.

"What do you like?" Hermione asked inquiringly.

The tip of Ivan's nose twitched slightly, then turned around and left: "Ah, lunch is ready, it's time to eat."

Hermione was immediately furious and rushed downstairs after Ivan: "You haven't answered my question yet!"

Lunch was already placed on the small table in the living room, and the grilled lamb chops were sizzling with oil, which was particularly tempting.

"I like strong women." Ivan said casually.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then blushed: "Oh... let's eat then."

The two of them ate in silence, and the atmosphere was inexplicably weird.

"So what kind of boys do you like?" Ivan asked abruptly.

Hermione's face turned redder, she stuck the fork in her mutton chops, and her voice trembled: "Pursue powerful people..."

Alvin's face also turned a little red. He opened his mouth and then closed it. The atmosphere in the room became even weirder.

Fortunately, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, saving the two of them from this awkward atmosphere.

Ivan hurriedly opened the door, saw the figure outside the door, and grinned: "Good day, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall smiled and handed over two pieces of parchment: "This is the house deed. This is the transfer deed. Sign your name on the deed and the house deed will be changed automatically."

"Let's have a meal together, professor." Ivan invited: "Hermione just happened to be here too."

"Hermione?" Professor McGonagall glanced behind Ivan, and Hermione followed.

"Good day, Professor McGonagall," Hermione said obediently.

"Good day, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and then her usually serious and rigid face suddenly showed a meaningful smile: "I still have work, let's wait another day."

"Okay..." Ivan waved his wand, summoned the quill, and signed his name on the contract.

"Obviously, Mr. Darknight did not pay attention to the rule that no spells are allowed to be cast during holidays." Professor McGonagall's face suddenly turned evil again. After waiting for two seconds and seeing that the fireplace did not respond, she asked again: "What's wrong with you?" No trace?"

"How could I let the Ministry of Magic put that thing on me?" Ivan rolled his eyes: "Besides, do they dare?"

Professor McGonagall fell silent.

Trace Silk was cast on wizards by the Ministry of Magic when they were young. In addition to monitoring spellcasting during holidays, it was also used to monitor magic riots before they entered school, so that the Ministry of Magic could rush to the scene as soon as possible to deal with the problem.

And Alvin... According to Dumbledore, this is an outsider from a distant place, and it is normal for him to have no traces on his body.

(The traces are not on the magic wand, and the author has almost memorized the original work.)

Professor McGonagall doesn't think Fudge will come to trouble Ivan. Ever since he was beaten by Ivan once before, the Ministry of Magic has turned a blind eye to Ivan.

Including Dumbledore applying for the privilege of not taking the Hogwarts Express for Alvin, the Ministry of Magic also passed through at the speed of light, as efficiently as if it had opened a green channel.

Shaking his head, Professor McGonagall felt helpless.

Over the years, Alvin is probably the most irritating student she has ever seen, but many times, she is powerless to deal with this student.

"Okay, but remember, never cast spells in front of Muggles." Professor McGonagall warned, and then she pursed her lips: "Also, I hope to take good care of this house."

"Don't worry, I bought five house elves! Five!" Ivan opened his palms.

"Okay, in that case...I won't disturb you anymore." Professor McGonagall glanced at the two of them meaningfully, then turned and left.

Alvin: "..."

Hermione: "..."

The originally awkward atmosphere became even more awkward...