Chapter 510 This king will not be a pet for a stinky boy
I, Albus Dumbledore, defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovered the twelve uses of dragon blood, and was very effective in alchemy with my partner Nico Flamel.
Recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, founder and secret keeper of the Order of the Phoenix, president of the International Federation of Magicians, and chief magician of the Wizengamot.
Deng was invited to serve as Minister of Magic for the twelfth time in 1990, but he declined, so Fudge became Minister of Magic. Fudge sent an owl to me every day to ask for advice, but I still felt that there were some things that he should let him do
Make your own decision.
I am more than a hundred years old, and I have seen too many life, death, and partings. There are so many things that I can remember in my heart in this life. Some of them are about to be forgotten. I took them out and used the pensieve to recall them.
, and there are some people I will never forget even if they die.
My sister Ariana
My brother Aberforth
Grindelwald
McGonagall
Tom Riddle
And a fat, gluttonous and powerful orange cat
Huhuhu
The even purring kept coming to Dumbledore's ears. Dumbledore's eyes were a little moist. It had been nearly fifty years and he finally saw this orange cat again.
Taking out his wand, Dumbledore thought about whether he should wake it up with a clear spring spell or something. Filch seemed to have said that many cats are angry when they wake up, and they will lose their temper if they are forcibly awakened.<
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Forget it
While Dumbledore was waiting, he forgot to arrange for Tom to deliver food. When Tom opened the door, he heard snoring. He thought Dumbledore was asleep. When he walked into the bedroom, he planned to bring the food to him.
When I placed it on Dumbledore's bedside, I was stunned when I saw him standing there holding a wand and wearing that fat, round orange fur ball.
What is this
Oh my god
That orange cat?
"Tom, go down and prepare some top-quality food. Your boss likes delicious food."
Tom: "Yes, thank you for reminding me, I will prepare now"
Using what he thought was the lightest step, Tom quickly exited the bedroom and closed the door to the manager's office. Tom took a few deep breaths to calm his uneasy heart, and then ran to the kitchen as fast as he could, shouting: "
Everyone, prepare a sumptuous dinner immediately, using the best ingredients and the best cooking techniques~!"
"Hurry~~!"
The chefs in the kitchen were stunned. Many of them had been working here for more than a year or two. For more than ten years, even officials from the Ministry of Magic had come here for dinners and so on. They had never seen Tom so nervous. Could it be his own?
The boss is coming?
Anyone with a little knowledge knows that the Hi-Claw Group has two horizontal worlds: humans and wizards. According to their official and unofficial reports, the Hi-Claw Group's financial resources can easily be converted into gold to buy their entire British magical world. Those
The so-called pure blood is not worth mentioning in front of Hipaw Group.
"Yes, boss"
The head chef responded the fastest, and then ordered his chefs to start busy work. As for why there are no house elves here, it's not that Tom and the others don't want to use them, but that the boss of the group doesn't allow them. They think the best food is still needed.
Only top human chefs can do it.
However, there are not no house elves. Their jobs have been changed from kitchen to cleaning and security.
The kitchen started preparing ingredients in full swing, and Tom also announced that the store would no longer entertain non-booked customers for the time being.
Some people came to the door of the Leaky Cauldron in excitement and looked at the notice board hanging above. They had nothing to say except cursing. This was not the first time. There were always several people in the Leaky Cauldron every year.
We are temporarily closed for some reasons.
For example, it is said that the senior management of Hipaw Group came to inspect
Ministry of Magic reserved room
Hogwarts students from a certain circle hold banquets and so on.
In the manager's office, Garfield opened his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting in front of him and staring at him. After laughing, he scratched his face with his claws.
"Old Bee, why are you looking at me like this? I told you that I like girls."
Faced with Garfield's teasing, Dumbledore pushed his eyes and said with a smile: "You are finally back, Garfield, you have to know that I have been looking for you for a long time~!"
Garfield scratched his cat face, and explained to Dumbledore helplessly: "This thing is also a monster. The space-time tunnel is unstable. A slight mistake will cause a hundred years of time, and it cannot be guaranteed."
It was a thousand years ago when I saw Ta Miao once”
"Time spells themselves are very dangerous, so we have banned time props such as time turners. Over the years, many tragedies have occurred because of these things, and they have also consumed a lot of resources from the Ministry of Magic."
Squatting up, Garfield scratched his chin. Instead of saying anything, he asked Dumbledore: "How did that guy Tom become the Dark Lord? Don't tell me that you indulged him."
Dumbledore's face looked a little sad for a moment, and he nodded: "Yes, I relaxed. I didn't expect that he could successfully control half of the underground power in the British wizarding world after such a severe blow, and he also went to
Europe looked for Grindelwald and seemed to have learned something."
Dumbledore then told Garfield how he controlled Tom. Garfield couldn't help sighing after hearing this. This Dumbledore was still a brainiac and a thinker. This is why there are so few foreigners.
Why control? It's obviously just free-ranging. Watching the little wolf cub grow into the wolf king step by step and then bring disaster to the world. Finally, the supervisor beat it up and then ran away.
After all, Dumbledore is getting older, and his physical condition is getting worse day by day. If it were not for the support of his powerful magic, dragon blood and potions, he would have died a long time ago. The reason why he is still very energetic now is because
He wants to cultivate a savior.
Harry Potter
The Boy Who Lived, the Devil's Terminator, and the last orphan of the Potter family.
"So, what are you going to do?"
Dumbledore pushed his eyes: "I plan to train Harry, hoping that he can play a role in fighting against the darkness one day in the future."
Sure enough, it is still like this, fate is such a thing.
"Old Bee, why don't you do this to an eleven-year-old child? He will have to go through a lot of hardships when he grows up to fight against a dark wizard at the level of a demon king. Can you be sure that you can protect him at all times?
Him?"
Dumbledore smiled mysteriously at Garfield: "An old wizard will definitely not be able to do it, but I think a warm-hearted pet will definitely do it."
Garfield felt Dumbledore's deep malice, and then decisively rejected Dumbledore's request: "You can go as far as you are smooth and round, I will not let a brat be a pet."<
