"Professor...this..."
Xifa called out to Professor Dumbledore.
He glanced around, his eyes lingering on each portrait for a moment.
"Oh! Yes! I almost forgot!"
It's hard to say...whether Dumbledore was deliberately spreading some news.
Because under the gaze of Western France.
Dumbledore was like a forgetful old man. After Xifa's prompting, he patted his head grandiosely and came to his senses.
Dumbledore reached out and waved his wand, and all the portraits flipped over, facing the wall.
Then he placed another layer of isolation spell and signaled Xifa to check forward.
Dumbledore's isolation magic can naturally ensure that sounds and magic fluctuations are not transmitted outside.
"Xifa, did you really fail to handle the relationship between Cassandra and you, and that's why she was shaken and went to Slytherin?"
I thought that Xifa was telling me to let Cassandra switch to Ravenclaw.
As long as Xifa tells himself the conflict between him and Cassandra, and as long as Cassandra regrets it again, it is not too difficult for him to cast a powerful confusion spell and let the Sorting Hat redistribute Cassandra's college information. .
However, Xifa actually took out the compass from his arms, not only activated it, but also summoned an almost substantial magic circle.
A strange look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
I just don’t know if it’s because Xifa really checked the Sorting Hat, or because Xifa’s magic level has improved significantly.
A silver-white magic circle that looked like a substance fell on the Sorting Hat.
Chichi——
Wisps of black smoke gradually rise...
Dumbledore suddenly came to Xifa's side.
The magic power in his eyes condensed, and the blue light continued to shine.
After a long time, the Sorting Hat was enveloped by the magic circle, and no more strange aura arose.
After checking again and again, Xifa removed the magic circle.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to the Sorting Hat...
With Dumbledore here, it won't be a big problem... right?
When Xifa just touched his finger to the sorting hat.
The Sorting Hat suddenly filled up from its collapsed state.
"Who! Awakened the great Sorting Hat?"
A large black hole opened in the middle of the hat, and words of sensuality that tended to be synthesized by a machine spewed out from it...
"Oh! Is it you! Albus Dumbledore! When I sorted you, you were still a little brat."
"I could tell at a glance that you would become a great wizard. Although you went to Gryffindor, the temperament of Slytherin was the most suitable for you, and your thirst for knowledge in Ravenclaw was not bad either. Hufflepuff's honesty is suppressed in your heart."
"But! How long has it been now? You have become an old man!"
...
Probably... maybe I held it in for too long.
The Sorting Hat couldn't stop talking as soon as it started. Barabala couldn't stop talking.
At this time, Dumbledore also reacted.
He calmed down and looked at Xifa.
Xifa shook his head slightly.
This breath was not the bewitching magic I imagined, nor was it any other strange magical breath.
But the dark aura of Brent Fergus.
For such a long time, no harm was done to the new students.
It is estimated that ordinary magic cannot stop this talkative person from speaking.
Directly use this curse to confuse the Sorting Hat!
"Let's go to my office and have a chat."
After speaking, Dumbledore came to the side and found a small wooden box edged with gold wire.
It looked like the gold edging had just been put on.
Xifa couldn't help but grin. It was probably because Professor Slughorn felt that the original small wooden box was too simple.
He reluctantly
Its hard to decorate it...
...
Dumbledore's office is filled with magical equipment.
Phoenix Fox ran away to play somewhere.
Didn't see it on the birdstand this time.
"What happened with Cassandra..."
Pulling out the chair, Dumbledore looked exhausted and collapsed in it.
Seeing this, Xifa felt a little stunned. What did the professor do? How could this happen?
However, Dumbledore had already asked himself, and he should quickly answer his question instead of changing the topic with a question.
"It's hard to say whether her case was affected by the Sorting Hat, but I don't think that's the problem."
"Professor must have discovered it too. Lady Diana seems to have done something in Cassandra's ring... I will... tomorrow..."
"Oh? That's Lady Diana!"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, interrupting Xifa's next words.
"Uh... It's similar to a magic painting, but it has the characteristics of a ghost. It doesn't have complete soul fragments."
The words were interrupted, and there was a little gap in Xifa's thinking.
There was both Dumbledore's surprise that he didn't know Diana Cassiopeia's state, and Dumbledore's surprise that he noticed the fluctuations in her magic.
You know, at that time, I opened the Dragon Eyes and found nothing, but Dumbledore could find that familiar aura.
As if aware of the reason for Xifa's surprise, Dumbledore, who was lying on his back, lazily explained.
"Xifa, you have to feel with your heart. Sometimes, your eyes can't help you see some hidden things!"
Hearing this sentence, Xifa was shocked in his heart, yes, since he opened the Dragon Eye.
Surprisingly, he has developed a dependence mentality, and he rarely uses perception skills to analyze and observe magic fluctuations.
"Been taught a lesson!"
Xifa bowed solemnly.
Dumbledore waved his hand to indicate that you should continue, I'm listening.
"I'll... no... I'll go find Cassandra tonight and ask her to come out and give me an explanation!"
"In front of me, you violated the school curfew rules..." Hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing and scolding.
"Professor, I am a prefect now, and this year's prefects have the right to walk at night."
"Yeah! Congratulations! What about Cassandra?"
Excuse me... I shouldn't be embarrassed...
Xifa decisively pretended not to hear and asked the next question.
"Professor, you are all at Hogwarts today. I read in the Daily Prophet that early this morning, the German Ministry of Magic declared war on the Polish Ministry of Magic. Don't you need to be on the front line?"
Hearing this, Dumbledore sighed deeply.
"Western France, precisely because the German Ministry of Magic attacked the Polish Ministry of Magic, the pressure on our border defenses is negligible."
Xifa was startled, then retorted.
"Wouldn't they take advantage of this mentality and attack the British Ministry of Magic at the same time?"
"You're right! Xifa! We all think so."
Dumbledore looked a little guilty.
"The combat power of the Polish Ministry of Magic is somewhere between Twilight and Atlantis."
"They definitely won't be able to hold on for long. How the war ends depends on how long Germany wants to drag out the war."
"And here we are, the Ministry of Magic suspects that I have contact with Grindelwald. Unless I swear, we professors must leave the front line."
Xifa was a little puzzled when he heard this, "Then you swear."
"No, Xifa! The looking glass in your hand was developed by me with the help of the blood oath between me and him. So he can't hurt you, but will protect you under certain circumstances."
Needless to say later, I triggered it once, even if Professor Dumbledore contacted Grindelwald.
