The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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There is a problem with the blood of my own body.

This is the only possibility Link can think of.

After all, in the magical world, there are indeed many wizards who like to combine with other intelligent creatures, and some even give birth to heirs desperately.

The most typical example is probably Hagrid.

According to the information collected by Link, this guy is the product of the combination of a wizard (father) and a giant (mother).

(It is said to be achieved through the expansion spell)

Therefore, it is not impossible to say that some dementor bosses can be mixed in the Foley family's blood.

Facing the letter that Link asked about, Mrs. Foley also acted urgently.

She didn't even follow the normal owl mailing process, but directly sent a small button to send the letter to Link's bedside overnight.

In the letter, Mrs. Foley firmly stated that the entire Foley family and even her own family may have records of intermarriage with non-pure-blood wizards or Muggles, but no one chooses to combine with other intelligent creatures. Let alone a dementor.

Link was dubious about this.

But what makes Link more concerned about the truth of Mrs. Foley's words is the attitude of the other party.

You must know that although Link's words are hidden, his worries about his body's abnormality are very obvious in his words. Link absolutely does not believe that Mrs. Foley can't see this.

However, the other party's reply did not mean to answer Link's questions at all, it was just to persuade Link to feel at ease.

This is obviously not willing to say it.

And even Mrs. Foley refused to say, it is even more impossible to say anything about Dumbledore and Snape!

Link sighed and collected the letter, got up and walked towards the auditorium.

The only thing Hogwarts could make Link's appetite come was the breakfast, which was called a calorie bomb. He didn't want to miss it.

It's a pity that when Link really came to the auditorium, he realized that his desire to eat breakfast was also a luxury.

Because at this time the auditorium has already been messed up.

Countless owls are constantly hovering over the auditorium, and from time to time they will drop letters or feathers or Ollie's gifts when they find their positions.

The most exaggerated is that most of the letters sent are scarlet roaring letters.

This dangerous letter will not only explode, but it also contains a large number of senders' roars.

Thanks to them, now only a few warriors in the entire auditorium are still dining under the long table, and the others are all gathered in the hall.

"How is this going!?"

Link couldn't help but said.

And heard that Emily happened to be surrounded by a few Slytherin girls who came over and said:

"This is the complaint letter from parents about yesterday's dementors' illegal search of the Hogwarts Express. This is pretty good, I guess the magic department is almost overwhelmed by the yelling letter now."

Speaking of Emily, she also handed Link a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Link fixed his eyes and saw Fudge on it.

He is still obese on the screen, but the templated smile from the past is gone, replaced by a nervous look.

The accompanying text below is even more boring.

Fudge claimed that sending dementors to Hogwarts was an extraordinary method in extraordinary times to ensure the safety of the students.

As for the Dementor's illegal search of the Hogwarts Express, he didn't mention a word.

"Fudge should be in big trouble," Emily said with a sneer. "He is the direct orderer of the Dementors to enter Hogwarts, and he is fully responsible for this matter!"

Link nodded.

Fudge's mentally handicapped operation offended not only ordinary people, but also a lot of pure-blooded nobles.

As the actual controllers of the magic world, they wouldn't let Fudge fool around so easily.

After talking about this for a while, Emily led the silly dog ​​Doug out of the hall.

Yesterday she was terribly frightened. According to her, she is now busy mobilizing more Slytherins to file complaints against the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts to make them pay the price.

Link didn’t want to get involved in this matter. He looked around in the crowd, and then he approached the three of Harry, naturally grabbing a sausage from the dinner plate they took out in advance and putting it in. Mouth.

"What are you talking about?"

"Link!" Hermione looked very excited when she saw Link coming over, and she piled the food in front of Harry and Ron on to Link with little hesitation.

"Eat more!"

"Oh, thank you!"

Thanks, Link ate the protests of Harry and Ron.

Harry, who protested ineffectively, also sighed and explained:

"We are talking about divination class. By the way, Link, do you know what divination class is like?"

"You can be regarded as asking the right person. I was planning to take a divination class, so I know it well."

"Then Link, hurry up and talk!"

Hermione shouted excitedly.

Ron mumbled dissatisfiedly when he heard the words:

"Aren't some people in a hurry? How come Link doesn't leave as soon as he arrives!"

"you……"

Hermione was anxious, blushing and reaching out to catch Ron, Link quickly stopped him when he saw this, and then said:

"The professor in the divination class is completely a lunatic woman with new wine. Her content is nothing more than making you bubble tea, look at the crystal ball, and then start talking nonsense about you about to encounter bad luck and other stories. ~www.novelmt.com~ She just likes to scare students with this kind of thing, every year.

But also because of this, it is easy to pass the divination exam. You only need to make up a prediction about your own misfortune to pass.

In summary, your luck is pretty good. This is a mixed course, it is of no use except to provide you with a transcript. Unlike arithmetic divination, that mathematical formula can be annoying to memorize. "

"How can there be such a professor at Hogwarts!?"

Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"Well, who knows, this kind of divination course is about metaphysics and talent. Maybe the professor is teaching seriously, but everyone can't learn it."

Link shrugged his shoulders perfunctorily.

He could understand Hermione's desire to learn. Although it was a bit extreme, Hermione was always better than the two sixty long live parties who were laughing from ear to ear.

After eating the last grilled sausage, Link burped, but his eyes fell on Harry's schedule.

"Oh! Did you also take the magical animal protection class? What a coincidence, I'm going to this class soon."

"Really?" Harry said excitedly, "Then this is Hagrid's first class as a professor! Can you tell us about it when you come back at noon?"

"Of course you can, but to be honest with Hagrid's class, I don't think you should expect too much."

Listening to Link's answer, the smiles on Harry's three faces became embarrassed.

After all, judging from the textbooks Hagrid chose, he was really not good at teaching.

Link didn't talk deeply about this topic. He got up and stretched, his eyes were very natural to Ron and said:

"By the way Ron, when it comes to magical animals, you seem to have raised a mouse, right?"