Chapter 1611: ? Candidate for the Savior

In the living room full of cat urine and tobacco smells, two people sat face to face on the sofa, the morning light outside the window gradually penetrated into the house from the gap between the curtains, and the cats curiously used their paws to catch those curtains that were blown by the breeze , So as to keep moving light spots on the carpet.

　　

　　 The old mage took out a bottle of soda from the box and pointed his magic wand to the cap. It jumped out of the bottle as if it had come alive, allowing the white-bearded human being in front of him to drink something sweet.

　　

　　 "Maybe it's because I didn't have time to eat breakfast, I don't understand what kind of course the physical education class is." He said after a sip of soda.

　　

"This is a traditional homework, which makes the students healthy by torturing their bodies reasonably." Su Ming leaned on the sofa and exposed his face, flicking the ash into the ashtray running on the table: " This learning has a very long history. It is said that Gryffindor invented it. Of course, his swordsmanship was lost with the physical education class."

　　

"Sports, I like sports, especially Quidditch." Dumbledore showed a cheerful look, and he laughed: "Our Quidditch competition is actually from the Gryffindor Academy for hundreds of years. The invention of the previous pair of brothers, they named the sport after their surnames. In the early days, there were not so many rules, and they could even shoot magic on the broom.

　　

　　 "Indeed, if you hit a dancing curse on a broom flying at high speed, it is indeed a torture." The mercenary flipped over his palm and removed his armor: "It's just that the obvious result will not be good for the body."

　　

　　The old mage was in good spirits, and he also appeared to be at ease with the death knell. Of course, no one knew what he thought.

　　

　　 He said, "Well, if you can ensure the safety of the students and send me the lesson plans before the start of school, I think I still have the right to open an elective course in school."

　　

　　 "There is actually no danger. I am very experienced in how to exercise. Have you heard of rugby?" Someone laughed too.

　　

　　 "The ball after the olive was enlarged with the Transfiguration Curse?" Dumbledore obviously still didn't know.

　　

Su Ming smiled and stood up. The matter has been discussed. He can also withdraw. Just go around and wait for school to start: "You can think of Quidditch not riding a broom, but everyone will wear heavy clothes. A, run with both legs."

　　

"Sounds very interesting." Old Deng also stood up. He saw that the death knell was about to leave, so he got up to send it off: "But I still have to ask you, why is Hogwarts? If you want to learn How to run a magic school, then there are two other famous universities in Europe to choose from, let alone you have a relationship with Ifamoni, why come here?"

　　

"I thought you wouldn't ask, although I also want to teach in a girls' school..." Su Ming put the cigarette in his mouth, took a deep breath, his expression became serious: "But because There will be a child here who will be enrolled this year. This child will be the future savior. It is fun to cultivate a savior, isn’t it?"

　　

　　 The old mage's eyes narrowed, did the opponent come for the boy who survived the disaster? Then it's better to make it clear first, Harry can't let you mess around.

　　

　　 "Harry Potter..."

　　

　　 "Hermione Granger." Su Ming cut off Dumbledore's words directly: "The girl I'm talking about is Hermione Granger. She is the real savior chosen by fate."

　　

　　The old mage's hand stroking his beard stopped in midair, and his half-squinted eyes suddenly opened.

　　

"......Who?"

　　

　　 "Who is she? You can ask Professor McGonagall, isn't she responsible for this year's new admission letter? You may not believe what I say, but you trust her."

　　

　　 However, Su Ming didn't mean to explain, he just lowered his head and smiled while leaving a small piece of gold on the table:

　　

　　 "This is to compensate Mrs. Feige for the lock, and maybe buy some Muggle air freshener. Good day, Professor."

　　

　　 After speaking, he slid and walked out the door and disappeared.

　　

　　 Dumbledore sat back on the sofa slowly, closed his eyes and thought. This stranger didn't follow his routine at all, and he thought completely different from himself, and his heart was very tired.

　　

　　 Mrs. Feige, who had been eavesdropping in the kitchen, came out. She looked at the little gold nugget on the table and then at Dumbledore.

　　

　　 "Professor, is this okay?"

　　

The old head was waking up from a dream, looked at her vaguely, then remembered something, patted her leg and stood up: "What's the problem? Everything is fine, but I need to discuss it with Minerva. Do you want to install a Muggle telephone in your office?"

　　

　　 "Does Harry Potter need another guard?" Mrs. Feige picked up the gold nugget on the table and stuffed it into the pocket of her apron: "After all, I..."

　　

"No, he is safe as long as he has a family." Dumbledore smiled, picked up his hat from the cushion on the side and put it on: "You are going to repair the door, and I am going to drink a butterbeer, next Days are not easy."

　　

Mrs. Feige has become accustomed to the old man’s jumping thinking, she just glanced out the window: “It’s almost summer vacation. Today is Dali’s birthday. The Dursleys are going to take their stupid son to the zoo today~www.NovelMTL .com~ Oh, Muggle Zoo, I really want to go." Dumbledore didn't seem to notice the point at all.

　　

"I mean, they used to send Harry to me when they were going out to play, and you wouldn't want to meet him here." Mrs. Feige was speechless and pointed to the professor in the robe. There were candy and drink stains on his robe, which made him look like he had run out of a Muggle lunatic asylum.

　　

　　 Dumbledore drew out the wand from his sleeve: "I can't go to the zoo, but I can let them take Harry with them. How can the kids not play? And this only requires a few little magic."

　　

　　 "Are you sure you want to cast a spell on Muggles?" Mrs. Feige knew this would happen. She looked a little weak. Dumbledore was still the one who didn't care about the means to achieve the end.

　　

　　The old mage blinked at her slyly: "As long as you don't tell, who will know? The old wand is not under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic. Okay, goodbye, Mrs. Feige."

　　

　　 He picked up the box of soda and walked to the fireplace. After sprinkling some powder into the flame, he raised his foot and stepped in.

　　

　　 And the death knell at this time, based on the information collected in the past few days, has reached the first stop of the tour, Hogsmeade Village, which is located in the wizarding village on the other side of the Black Lake in front of Hogwarts Castle.

　　

　　 There are still more than two months before Hogwarts starts, so I have to find a place to live and then make some layout. The bar opened by Old Deng and his brother can be used as a temporary stop.