Chapter 32 032. Conversation with Dumbledore

Magic item?

Scott looked down at the pile of debris on the ground.

The magic power of many magic items is not closely related to the magic power of its user, which undoubtedly makes it more difficult to find the perpetrator.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the Quidditch pitch.

Scott looked up and saw Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walking on the lawn outside the stadium, followed by a large group of watching students.

Because the commotion just made was indeed quite big.

There was an explosion above the stadium, and then Qiu Zhang violated the ban and flew into the castle on a broomstick. Before anyone who saw it could react, she rushed directly into Professor Flitwick's office and flew out with him. .

By now, most people at Hogwarts probably know that something big has happened on the Quidditch pitch.

"Filius." Dumbledore called Professor Flitwick's name from a distance, "What happened?"

"Oh, you are here!" Professor Flitwick turned around and waved, "Albus, Minerva, you all come and take a look."

Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked over quickly and followed Professor Flitwick's instructions to look at the pile of debris on the ground.

"This is?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened in surprise, "A flying broomstick?"

Professor Flitwick nodded, "Yes, Davis' broomstick suddenly exploded just now. Fortunately, Trollope discovered something was wrong with the broom in advance."

Then, he praised Scott hard by describing what happened.

"Amazing." Dumbledore winked at Scott, "Can I call you Scott, Mr. Trollope."

Scott smiled politely at him, "Of course, Mr. Principal."

Dumbledore also smiled, "Oh boy, I hope you can call me Professor Dumbledore."

His attitude towards Scott was very cordial, "I have to say, I have heard of you a long time ago, Scott. Maybe you don't know yet, but many professors have praised you in normal conversations, especially Foley. Professor Wei and Professor McGonagall.”

Scott did not act modest or shy, but smiled confidently and said, "That's my honor."

Although this was his first time talking to Dumbledore, he knew very well that it was unnecessary to disguise himself in front of the old man.

His intuition told him that the old man's smart blue eyes could easily see through the true temperament of most people. That is not the magic of Legilimency, but experience, wisdom, and the perception of magic.

Especially the perception of magic, Scott himself has a deep understanding of this.

"You are indeed a very outstanding student, and your actions in the face of unexpected events are also worthy of praise." Dumbledore sighed, "But it is a pity that since Professor Flitwick has added fifty points to you, I can't I’ll add more points to you.”

He winked playfully at Scott again before squatting down to carefully examine the pile of broomstick remnants.

"Did you find anything, Filius?" he asked Professor Flitwick.

"It's a magic item!" Professor Flitwick stated his conclusion again.

"You're right."

Dumbledore picked up a piece of sawdust, crushed it on his finger, and put the finger into his mouth while the students looked at him in surprise.

"Hmm... It smells like a curse." He smacked his lips and commented as if he was tasting a piece of candy.

Scott watched this scene from the side and was also surprised.

Dumbledore always did some unexpected things, no wonder some people always think he is an old madman.

But Scott also understood that the greatest wizard of our time would not do anything to impress.

Some of his actions do seem crazy and incomprehensible, but that's just because ordinary wizards can't imagine his magical attainments at all.

However, Scott will not worry that his secret will be exposed when communicating face to face with Dumbledore.

Because magic is an idealistic power.

He believed that what he had done to the three pure-blooded little witches before was just a prank at best. As long as there was no flaw in his mind, Dumbledore would have no clues.

He even felt that black magic was like this. A wizard with a strong mind would not be easily affected by black magic.

He didn't believe that Dumbledore didn't know how to use dark magic. It’s just that maybe I didn’t study it in depth.

Between the two wizards Dumbledore and Voldemort, it's unclear who is stronger in terms of magic, but Scott feels that Dumbledore's mind must be much stronger than Voldemort's.

"This happened!"

Eddie squeezed in from outside the crowd at this time.

"Roger, it seems you are going to buy a new broomstick!" He deliberately joked to Roger.

"Maybe that's a good thing?" Roger also laughed. "It saves me from having to find excuses to ask my dad for Galleons to buy a broom."

"What kind of broom are you going to change to?" Eddie approached Roger and asked, "How about Nimbus 2001?"

"I don't think my dad would be that generous."

Roger and Eddie joked a bit and seemed to be in a better mood.

Just then, Dumbledore stood up.

"Mr. Davis," he asked Roger, "I would like to know where you kept your broomstick before this?"

"Put it in the dormitory, Professor," Roger replied.

Professor Flitwick said, "I need to see your dormitory, Davis."

"Go ahead, I've learned some of the situation." Dumbledore said kindly, "But I believe your Professor Flitwick will handle this matter."

He stretched and said comfortably: "As for me, sorry, it's my daily afternoon tea time now."

Professor McGonagall looked at him disapprovingly, "Albus!"

"Oh, don't worry, Minerva." Dumbledore smiled easily, "We just have to wait for the results."

"Well, I hope you are right Albus." Professor McGonagall compromised.

"Let's go, we may find some clues in your dormitory." Professor Flitwick led his students out of the stadium.

At this time, most of the students who had no classes in the school had probably gathered here. The excitement of the stadium was almost catching up with the official Quidditch game.

What happened before has spread among the students, and they are all discussing the explosion of the flying broom.

Scott and the others followed Professor Flitwick and walked through the crowd, as if they were welcomed by the aisle.

"Hey! Roger!"

Fred and George squeezed to the front row of the crowd.

Fred waved his hand with a smile, "You're lucky that the flying broom didn't blow your ass off!"

"Hey!" Roger glared at them fiercely, "Don't tell me that was your prank!"

"Of course it wasn't us!" George stared with an innocent expression.

"If it was us..." Fred touched his chin, his eyes lit up.

"We won't let the broom smoke." George continued, "When the broom explodes, it will just blow your pants off!"

"That's it!" Fred gave a thumbs up, "That's a really good idea. Thank you, Roger!"

"Two gloating bastards!"

Roger didn't want to pay attention to them anymore and walked forward angrily.