Chapter 228 Summons

Inside the office, the torch on the wall still burned brightly.

Professor Flitwick's short figure sat there with his hands spread out on the table, his feet not touching the ground at all.

He looked at Meka Anders and asked:

"Can I ask, why do you have to learn this fairy language?"

Meka knew that he believed what he said last time. After all, who would come to ask for advice again and again just because he was studying something outdated.

He pondered: "Professor, I don't want to lie to you, so I can't tell you the truth, but one thing I can assure you is that I will not use it to do anything bad."

Professor Flitwick looked serious: "The Elf language corresponds to the ancient magic spells of the Elf clan, and the reason why some ancient magic spells were eliminated is because their casting conditions are too cruel, such as using human blood as a casting prop. I hope you This is not the case.”

Meka's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that Professor Flitwick could accurately guess his intention.

But he looked calm and said seriously: "Don't worry, Professor, I won't hurt innocent people just to learn magic spells."

He said this without any burden, because Peter Pettigrew, who provided him with blood, had previously cooperated with Boguna, who had repeatedly committed murders, putting him in danger.

It can be said that if he had not resisted the encirclement of the two men at that time, he would have died there.

So Peter Pettigrew was not an innocent man.

Professor Flitwick stared at him with sharp eyes, as if to test whether what he said was true or false.

After a while, he hummed, took out a long piece of parchment from the drawer of the long table, and spread it on the table:

"I haven't been exposed to the Elf language for a long time, and I don't have any relevant books here, so I can only use oral and handwriting methods to teach you to learn this language. I hope you won't dislike it..."

"How could it be?" Meka shook his head and said, "I am lucky that you are willing to teach me relevant knowledge. If I, a student, dislike my teacher because the learning process is not smooth, then I am still a student. ”

Professor Flitwick was stunned for a moment. His face, which had always been a bit tense, finally couldn't help but smile because of the affirmation:

"Then let's start with the twenty-seven common expressions in Fairy Language."

He wrote a strange pattern on the paper that resembled a tree branch, with a thick head and a thin tail, as if it were made of tadpoles.

Pointing to this pattern, he said: "This is pronounced 'Flo', which means the god of blacksmiths; blacksmithing is the most traditional craft among goblins. The king of goblins, Legnac I, was our Hog Mr. Gryffindor, the founder of Watts, forged a long sword..."

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In the evening, the sky suddenly became dark, and it was almost impossible to see.

Immediately afterwards, heavy rain poured down on the window of the principal's office.

There was a rumble, a bolt of lightning struck down, and an owl with gray fur and black spots landed on the window eaves under the light of lightning. It flapped its wings restlessly and chirped anxiously, trying to attract the attention of the people in the room.

Dumbledore, who was sitting in the room, put down the pile of cockroaches in his hands, clapped his hands, opened the window and let it in.

He took off the letter from the owl's paw, stroked the owl's wet fur, and said with a smile:

"What a poor kid. You have to go out to work in this damn weather. Let's go and stay by the fire for a while."

Professor Dumbledore released the owl and let it flutter around the room.

He unfolded the letter in his hand, read it, shook his head and smiled:

"That's the excuse again."

At this time, the stone door opened with a bang, and Professor Snape strode in wearing black robes.

He glanced coldly at the owl flying around the bookshelf and said:

"I am coming."

Professor Dumbledore put the letter on the table, looked up at him, and said, "What would you like to drink? Black tea? Or coffee with sugar?"

Professor Snape looked at the crumpled letter in his hand and said after a while:

"Coffee with sugar."

Professor Dumbledore waved his hand, and hot coffee bubbled from the white cup on the table.

He invited Professor Snape to sit down, picked up a pile of cockroaches, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly, and said:

"I won't be at Hogwarts tomorrow..."

Professor Snape just picked up the coffee and was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Professor Dumbledore put his hands on the table, folded his palms together, looked at Professor Snape, and said:

"The Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures jointly issued a summons to me. They hope that I will go to the Ministry of Magic immediately to assist in the investigation of the poisoning incident at Hogwarts in the past few days."

"Assist in the investigation..." Professor Snape repeated these words, then looked at Dumbledore and said:

"Did you expect this?"

Professor Dumbledore nodded: "Minister Fudge has some prejudices against me, so he knows the situation at Hogwarts very well, so I'm not surprised."

"That's why I called you here today." He said, "I may not be able to return to Hogwarts within half a month, so you still need to keep an eye on the subsequent situation in the school."

"Just staring?" Professor Snape stared at him: "You are not looking for the poison leopard and the people who broke into Hogwarts? You should know that the poison leopard can be listed as the most dangerous magical animal. How many dangerous animals does it have? Scary, right?”

Professor Dumbledore didn't feel anything wrong at all and said, "If no special circumstances arise, you don't need to do anything. You just need to watch, and someone will naturally solve the rest."

When Professor Snape heard this, his eyes turned cold, "Are you still planning to let Anders come into contact with that kind of ghost?"

Professor Dumbledore glanced at him and said:

"Relax, Severus."

"It has been a week and there is no trace of the Poison Leopard in the entire Hogwarts. I guess it has been dealt with and will not appear again."

He squinted his eyes, pondered for a while, and said, "If there will be any accidents in the future, it will probably be Tom's handiwork."

Professor Snape's expression changed and he stood up suddenly.

The coffee on the table was shaking violently because it was put down too fast. Some of it splashed on the table, soaking the letter.

Professor Snape stared at the old man opposite:

"Now that the mysterious man has returned to Hogwarts, how dare you take such a risk?! Do you want Anders to die?! Or do you want the entire Hogwarts to be in danger?!"

Professor Dumbledore looked at him and said, "Severus, I care about Hogwarts more than anyone else, so I plan to train people who can protect it for its future."

"You are not cultivating, you are murdering!" Professor Snape said solemnly,

"The mysterious man was once your student, so you know his terror better than anyone else. Even you know that an enemy that is difficult to deal with is handed over to a third-grade wizard to face. This is you who is the principal. Should it be done?”

"Tom's injury two years ago probably hasn't healed yet..." Professor Dumbledore raised his head and looked at him calmly:

"And Anders has the most reliable teacher in Hogwarts, doesn't he?"

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