Hogwarts lazy snake

As for what was written in the letter about Nicolas Flamel helping Dumbledore.

Horn speculated in his heart that without too much thought, it was most likely that the Philosopher's Stone was used to lure Voldemort to show up, giving Harry a chance to destroy him, thereby prompting Harry to grow and gain experience.

"Oh, it seems that you are a lucky child. Your ancestor must have had a very good relationship with Nicolas Flamel. He is willing to teach you personally."

Dumbledore's face was full of surprise, because he had originally guessed that even if Nicolas Flamel had some connection with Horn's ancestors, at most he would just give him some magic books or precious materials and props.

However, he never expected that Nicolas Flamel would actually offer to teach him personally. After all, this old friend was very old and had been secluded in the magical world for so long that people almost forgot when was the last time he taught a student.

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore realized that his words might be ambiguous, so he hurriedly continued to explain:

"I mean, my good friend hasn't taught anyone for a long time, so long that people in this world have almost forgotten when he last taught a student."

"Yes, the letter said that Master Nicolas Flamel had a life-and-death relationship with my ancestor."

Horne did not hesitate to tell the contents of the letter. After all, these things could not be kept secret, and the headmaster only needed to ask Nicolas Flamel to find out.

Moreover, there was really no need to hide it. After all, he still needed the principal's help to reply to Nicolas Flamel.

When Dumbledore heard Horn say that their lives had intersected, he was full of doubts and muttered to himself: "The lives had intersected? No wonder."

The portrait of Headmaster Delise Devonte on the wall said, "My child, Dumbledore is right. Nicolas Flamel is a very famous figure in the history of magic."

The portrait of Principal Eupraxia Moore says: "Never mind the historical connections, just learn!"

The portrait of the unknown principal whispered, "Kid, have you ever thought about transferring to another hospital?"

"Yes, I don't know what kind of life-long friendship it is." After hearing what Dumbledore said, Horn said that he didn't know either. After hearing what the unknown headmaster said, his eyes widened.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. He also felt that way. As a good friend, Dumbledore knew that his friend had not been active for nearly one or two hundred years, let alone having a life-or-death encounter with him. It was unknown how long ago that happened.

Seeing Horn suddenly staring at him with wide eyes, Dumbledore was also very curious about this question. He looked at the Sorting Hat that was snoring loudly beside him and said, "Child, there is no student in Hogwarts who wants to transfer after being sorted."

"Since the Sorting Hat has sorted you into Slytherin, it means that this is..." Dumbledore paused, looked at Horn, and said without thinking too much: "In the words of the Great Xia Dragon Country, this is fate!"

"Since it is fate, it means that you are right to be in Slytherin. And even if you are in Slytherin, don't you get along well with the young wizards from other houses?"

............

Horn looked at the man in front of him who had a bunch of white-collar titles and was known as the greatest wizard of this era. Why was he shaking his head and blinking his eyes? It was so disgusting. Moreover, how could such cold words come out of a mouth that was only over 30 degrees Celsius at minus 35 degrees?

When Horn was choosing his college, he thought about entering Ravenclaw. After all, he was so smart that he might as well not go to Eagle House. He was also a foodie, so going to Hufflepuff was in line with his life motto of wanting to be a bad person.

Otherwise, it would be better to go with the protagonist group. After all, they have established a good relationship with them, and they can also offer advice and kill the danger before it appears. It is better than going to the Snake Court to fight against each other.

They are obviously only in their teens, but they are fighting to the death.

Thinking of this, I thought of Xiaolong who had been led astray by me, and my heart suddenly felt a little comforted.

"Ahem, kid, is that the way you look? Is that the aftereffect of the magic riot? It seems like you haven't recovered completely yet. Why do you look...sickly and lazy?"

Dumbledore seemed a little embarrassed by Horn's gaze and consciously tried to change the subject.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. Madam Pomfrey's examination also said there's nothing wrong and that I might be fine in a few days." As expected, after hearing what Dumbledore said, Horn's attention was diverted from transferring to another school.

Although all the wizards in Slytherin are arrogant, some of them like to exclude others, and some like to bully others... well, you can bully him once before he bullies others. Then we can lead Draco, our proud little dragon, astray... ahem, to the right path.

Let him deal with Slytherin, Ice Dog, that’s right, alas, what happened to the agreement to give up!

Now let's see if Headmaster Dumbledore can cure his mental laziness.

"Healed as before~" Dumbledore waved the ancient magic wand and pointed it in front of Horn. A white light lit up from the tip of the wand, and strands of white light were like little white fish.

Wandering on the surface of Horn, Horn felt his body tingling and even his mind felt refreshed, just like drinking a sip of ice soda in the dog days of summer.

Transparent!

"How is it, kid?" Dumbledore watched the healing light on Horn's body gradually dim and finally disappear, and the expression on Horn's face just now could not be faked.

"Hmm? ..... It feels good, keep going?!" As the healing light disappeared, the numb feeling just now gradually disappeared. While Horn was still immersed in the endless aftertaste of the feeling, it suddenly disappeared, and he said it subconsciously.

Dumbledore was satisfied with Horn's behavior and waved his wand again. The white healing light covered Horn's whole body again, and the feeling of comfort from the outside to the inside spread to Horn's senses again.

"Child, what do you think..." Dumbledore stared at Horn who had just emerged from the healing light. He wanted to ask him how he was, but when he saw the result that made Horn's body filled with laziness again, he felt that this was not only physical, but might be something deeper.

"I have another way that should be able to cure you."

"Really? Come on, Headmaster Dumbledore!" Although Horn felt that the effects of the first two treatments could not reach the level of 'curing the disease', he still felt comfortable for a while. Moreover, with the blessing of the powerful magical power of this generation of the White Lord, he at least felt that he had become stronger.

So for the next healing magic, Horn felt that it should be able to cure his "mental illness".

"Expecto Patronum -"

An ethereal voice came from Dumbledore's mouth, and white shadows jumped out from the tip of the Elder Wand one by one, then flew around Dumbledore with their wings spread.

Horn also saw clearly what the phantom was. It was the appearance of the fire phoenix in the bird's nest - a white phantom phoenix.

This should be the exclusive patronus summoned by the ancient mysterious patronus spell.

"Go ahead!~"

uh~

Driven by Dumbledore, the Phoenix Patronus began to fly around Horn's head, and the light from the Patronus fell on Horn like snowflakes.

"Hmm, um~ah~"

Horn was still admiring the beautiful figure of the phoenix and felt a little strange. Although the patronus was exactly the same as the fire phoenix, the feeling it gave people was like the contrast between Ruhua and Xishi.

After the light fell on Horn's body, a healing light stronger than the previous healing magic, and a more surging sense of comfort surged into his body, causing him to unconsciously let out an unspeakable moan.

Moreover, this healing light slowly merged with the enormous spiritual power in his mind, as if he was taking a hot bath with the power.

"Cool!"

As time goes by, happy moments always pass so quickly, one minute is gone, short, really short.

Horn complained secretly.

In the end, Horn was disappointed when he found out he couldn't be transferred to another hospital, but he didn't care now because he felt refreshed.

I asked for paper and pen in the principal's office, wrote a reply, handed it to Principal Dumbledore, and walked out of the principal's office with a feeling of frustration. However, as a polite little snake, I offered to give him a dessert I had never had before as a reward before leaving.

Iced bitter melon lemon juice can also be considered a dessert.

Dumbledore looked at the door where Horn was no longer there. His blue eyes under his half-moon glasses reflected the light and he remained silent for a long time.

Moreover, Dumbledore also discovered that the Sorting Hat slept more and more often after the Matriculation Banquet. Well...that's not right.

After Horn left, the Sorting Hat on the table shook all over, like a human stretching, and finally yawned!

"Dumbledore, why are you looking at me?" The Sorting Hat saw Dumbledore staring at it motionlessly, and a hoarse voice came out.

The Sorting Hat uttered from its wrinkled mouth, "Sorting Hat, is there a tear in my body? Fix it for me!"

The Sorting Hat said this, twisting its tip from side to side, as if trying to see where it was torn.

"Sorting Hat, let me ask you, why did you sort Horn Nicholas into Slytherin?" Dumbledore asked a question that had arisen not long ago. After all, Nicholas was not suitable for the Sorting Hat.

With that extremely high talent, there would be absolutely no problem for him to enter the holy land to study Ravenclaw.

Someone has already walked out of the principal's office.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed, Horn hummed a little tune and walked out of the principal's office with a cheerful step. He felt that today was a double blessing. First, he was about to be taught alchemy by a master, and his body had also recovered.

So Horn decided that when he got to the restaurant later, he would eat a big bowl, no, two big bowls of potato stewed beef rice!

I wonder if those house-elves have cooked up any new dishes? !