A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

When Yunevo said such words, it was natural to receive a cold stare from Snape, but it was this stare that made Yunefu feel a lot of relief.

In the past few days, Snape's bad mood has really infected him a lot, and now it's back.

Dumbledore looked at Snape, then at Union, then smiled and said, "It seems that I came back just in time, otherwise our Mr. Garrel will be suffocated."

"But let's not talk about this for now. There is a beautiful and lovely lady to introduce here! The three of us can't ignore her!"

He patted the **** the back and gently pushed her forward. Without waiting for any encouragement from him, the girl took the initiative to step forward, and politely stretched out her right hand, saying, "I'm Indreich Rolle. , please advise."

Unieff also stretched out his hand and held it gently with Endreshi. The temperature of his hand was very low, as if it had just thawed from an ice cube.

"I'm Univef Garrel, please give me more advice." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was actually quite happy.

"You will be classmates from now on!" Dumbledore took the two of them by the shoulders and laughed happily.

"Let me think about it, what are we going to do next?" he said with a smile. "Should we go to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop to get you custom school uniforms? Or go to Ollivander's Wand Shop to get you a wand?"

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should talk to Fudge first," Snape reminded with an ugly face.

"Otherwise, your school may lose a dean of Slytherin Academy and a knowledgeable potions professor."

"Oh! Look at how old I am, I can't remember anything! Professor Snape, you are right, I have to go and talk to Fudge, I am sure he will welcome me very much."

Then, Dumbledore changed the subject and said, "Just, who will take our little lady and little gentleman to buy school supplies?"

Snape's face was even more ugly: "I'll take the two of them out, and within two minutes, the Ministry of Magic will be blocking the road like a toilet."

"No." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Anyway, let's go out first, presumably our Mr. Garrel is desperate for fresh air."

As he said that, he opened the door, and the purple robes wrapped around Yunevo and Endleshi, and walked out.

Snape had no choice but to follow, and took the door with him.

When he came to the corridor, Unieff looked back and saw a brass number 13 on the door.

He looked at the doors of the two rooms next door, one with No. 12 and one with No. 14.

He asked, "Is this room enchanted? The Ministry of Magic came to search here a few days ago, but turned a blind eye to it."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Yes, room 13 has been cast with the Faithful Charm, an advanced spell that makes this room visible only to me and people I trust, and to everyone else. But I can't touch it."

"Isn't it amazing?" He raised his eyebrows, "At Hogwarts, you can also learn this magic in the future, as long as you are diligent and studious."

"It's amazing," said Unione, "but doesn't it feel strange that there is a room number missing in the middle?"

"This is a little bit of my cleverness." Dumbledore said, "It is normal for hotel room numbers to avoid number 13."

Having said that, he took Unieff and Endleshi down the stairs. The stairs were quite clean, just like the corridors and rooms.

But as soon as you get to the lower level, the impression will be completely changed, and a dirty little bar comes into view.

Several old women were sitting in the corner drinking and smoking. A man in a scarlet robe with a ponytail was talking to the bar owner with a bald head that was shriveled like a walnut. The bar owner looked embarrassed.

"Williamson, it's not that I didn't help you, but I asked you to search the room before, but you found nothing! If you search again, all the tenants will complain!" said the bar owner.

"Just one more time!" Williamson tossed his ponytail back. "My intuition tells me that there will be clues here, Tom, do you know what a wizard's intuition means?"

"Is it predicting the future?" Tom the bar owner pouted and said sarcastically, "Then why don't you teach divination at Hogwarts, my friend?"

"It's not my fault," Williamson said helplessly. "It's mainly because I rely solely on intuition, not a systematic method. Let me search again, for the sake of our old friends."

Then Tom stopped talking to him, his eyes widened.

"Tom? Tom?" Williamson called.

Tom came back to his senses and said with a serious face, "Maybe you really have the gift of precognition."

"Huh?" Williamson turned his head and saw Dumbledore coming down the stairs, followed by a girl and a boy, and behind him was Snape's gloomy, dripping face.

In an instant, all eyes converged, and Williamson stepped forward with an embarrassed expression.

As the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, he had to act, but Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, stood in front of the two people he wanted to take down.

This is not the case, nor is it not. He began to regret why he came here.

But fortunately, the entanglement did not last long, and he heard Dumbledore say enthusiastically: "Williamson, your name is Williamson, right, I still remember you, Auror of the Ministry of Magic, I should remember correctly. ."

Williamson felt more comfortable all at once.

The greatest wizard knew him! And it doesn't sound hostile, but very enthusiastic!

"Yes, you remember correctly, I'm Williamson, Your Excellency Dumbledore. Where are you going? I mean..." He looked behind Dumbledore, obviously not forgetting his duty.

"Oh! I'm going to chat with Fudge! By the way, explain some misunderstandings! You know~www.novelmt.com~ Some misunderstandings can cause big trouble if they are not explained clearly, so I have to go. Great talk, wish Fudge had iced lemon juice there!"

Dumbledore said enthusiastically, then suddenly patted Williamson's shoulder and put his arm up, whispering as if discussing private topics with a friend:

"Can I ask you a little favor, Williamson?"

"How can I help you?" Williamson asked cautiously.

"It's nothing, just a little favor, Professor Snape wants to take two little wizards to Diagon Alley to buy something, just to go to school at Hogwarts, I want to ask you to come along and let your colleagues not disturb them," said Dumbledore.

"Don't you know that the Ministry of Magic is catching... looking for them?" Williamson said with a headache.

"Of course I know, but this misunderstanding will soon be resolved, this is what I talked to Fudge!" Dumbledore said calmly, "and, since you are watching, even if I can't talk to Fudge, They can't run away, isn't that the truth?"

"It seems to be the truth, but..." Williamson hesitated.

"For the sake of my age and a handful of old bones," Dumbledore said, "I'll treat you to zizi honey candy!"

He took out a piece of candy and put it in Williamson's hand.

Williamson struggled for a while, and finally nodded.

Of course he wasn't for a piece of candy, but Dumbledore's request was really hard to refuse.

And this matter is indeed meritorious, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Seeing Williamson agree, Dumbledore raised his head, blinked playfully at the door of the bar, and a tall black figure walked back.