"You, this cunning boy, are exactly like Slytherin back then. His academy is where you should be."
"But the rule you follow is to respect the students' own choices. After all, students may have their own characteristics and are suitable for different education methods and atmospheres. But in the end, it is their own choices that determine their future, right?"
"Your wisdom is still so sharp, so it is not a mistake to put you in Ravenclaw. You even have the courage to match Gryffindor. What you lack is just..."
Before the Sorting Hat could finish his words, Rove took it off and threw it on the shelf where it originally stayed. But Rove ignored one thing, that is, even if no one is wearing it, the Sorting Hat can still speak.
of.
"It's just a little bit of honesty with yourself..."
"I thought you were going to say I wasn't honest or loyal enough."
"This requires you to ask your own heart. As you said, students may have their own characteristics and are suitable for different education methods and atmospheres. But in the end, it is their own choice that determines their future, right?
”
"I heard that the Sorting Hat inherited a part of each founder, so who did you inherit the sharp-tongued part?"
"Of course..."
Just as Rove was concentrating on listening to the Sorting Hat bragging, a sudden sound from behind attracted his attention again. It was a sound that sounded like a creature was about to die, a bit like the sound of suffocated breathing.
, is actually the sound made because the body is too weak and cannot breathe normally.
Rolf turned his head happily and saw the phoenix Fawkes who was undergoing nirvana because his life had come to an end. It no longer had the shining beauty at night when Rolf saw it last time. It curled up next to Dumbledore.
On the gilded perch it had prepared, it looked at Luo Fu with a look of sorrow and determination.
It once again made the sound of dying, and then several tail feathers fell from its tail. But this time, it did not fall into the plate below and turn into ashes like other fallen tail feathers, but floated to Rolf
In front of me, it fell into his outstretched hand.
After Luof reached out to catch Fox's gift, the phoenix chirped again. This time it was no longer the suffocating sound of dying, but the clear and decisive sound of nirvana. Accompanied by that phoenix cry
, Fox's whole body ignited with flames, and then turned into ashes in an instant.
At this moment, the door to the principal's office opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a serious look. But when he saw the phoenix feather in Rolf's hand, his expression softened.
"For other people, seeing Fox like this should be an unpleasant thing, and it might even scare them. But for you and Newt, it should just feel lucky?"
"You have forgotten my father, professor."
"Yes, he is still traveling around the world with your mother?"
"Yes, they are committed to protecting local rare magical animals everywhere, but they never thought that there is a magical animal at home that needs their protection."
"That's because they think Newt and Tina can take good care of you. They do a great job, don't they?"
"Okay, that's it. How long has Fox been like this?"
"It has been several days, and I have long advised her to act quickly."
"Even if it can regenerate from the ashes, facing death is not an easy task. After all, the only way to survive through the ages is to die."
"The only way to die is through the ages...a very interesting statement."
"Shh~, it's coming out."
Dumbledore followed Rolf's gaze and looked down, just in time to see a small, crumpled baby bird sticking its head out from the ashes. It was none other than his partner who had just completed Nirvana, Phoenix Fawkes. After seeing Fox like this, Luof thought for a while and summoned a small ball of blue fire with his backhand. Then the ball of fire rolled out of his hand and fell into Fox.
Reborn from the ashes.
Then a little chick that was almost as ugly as Fox also emerged from the ashes. The only thing that was better than Fox was that it already had some fluff composed of light blue fire.
"So..."
"I'm not sure about this either..."
"Okay, but I think Professor, you came to me not just to let me watch Fox's Nirvana Day, right?"
"Of course, I have some other things I want to ask you."
As he spoke, Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Rolf with his light blue eyes. His penetrating gaze seemed to penetrate all the disguises on Roof's body and pointed directly at him.
Deep in the soul.
"What kind of thing is it about? Professor."
"For example, the Heir of Slytherin and the Chamber of Secrets?"
"Shouldn't you ask Harry about this? After all, everyone is now rumored to be a descendant of Slytherin. And the Potter family and the Gaunt family are relatives and have a common ancestor, right?"
"...the Peverell brothers..."
"Of course, you can say that I am a descendant of Slytherin. But it's not a blood relationship. After all, my grandfather was a student at Hogwarts, and my grandmother was a student at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
, both schools have an inseparable relationship with Headmaster Slytherin. Even Slytherin’s wand is still buried deep underground at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, isn’t it?”
"It's an interesting statement, and the knowledge also surprised me. No wonder the Sorting Hat will sort you to Ravenclaw."
"It just said it would sort me into Slytherin, but I think according to what it said, I should go to Gryffindor House. After all, I pulled out the legendary Gryffindor Sword."<
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At this point, Rolf remembered that he was still holding Gryffindor's elf sword in his hand. He gently held a sword flower in his arm and handed the sword back to the principal.
After Dumbledore took Gryffindor's sword from Rolf, he gently stroked its blade. Then he turned around, picked up the Sorting Hat, and inserted the sword back.
"It seems that this is indeed Gryffindor's sword, but some people say that the way you drew the sword does not seem to rely on extraordinary courage and real crisis."
"Is there a greater crisis than facing the greatest wizard of the twentieth century? Is there anything that requires more courage than this?"
"Hahahaha, interesting statement, but I am not your enemy, but your teacher."
"But you were once Voldemort's teacher, and now you are trying every possible means to kill him."