After a long explanation, Dumbledore seemed to believe what he said - you are a famous person in the wizarding world, and it says so on the chocolate frog's card.
"Then, I leave everything to you, Albus!" Mr. Delacour said solemnly.
"Don't worry!" Dumbledore responded with a smile, "Although I'm not completely sure that it can be solved, it's always better than doing nothing, isn't it?"
The truth is this, but are you sure you won't be beaten to death if you say this? Weston secretly complained, powerful people speak with such confidence.
After a reluctant farewell, Weston and Dumbledore left.
Looking at the silent little guy, Dumbledore touched his head and comforted him softly: "Child, you can cry if you want. It doesn't matter. I won't laugh at you."
"I don't want to cry, Professor," Weston shook his head. "The temporary separation is just for a better reunion, isn't it?"
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then slowly savored these words and praised: "That's very well said, child. It seems that although suffering has tortured your body, your soul is full of wisdom!"
"Wisdom and knowledge are the greatest wealth of mankind!" Weston said.
"Haha, interesting little guy!" Dumbledore smiled and stroked his beard, "You must be an excellent Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw?" Weston pretended not to know anything, "What is that?"
Dumbledore looked at Weston's glasses for a long time and smiled: "Okay, I'll just pretend you don't know anything!"
Oops, that's too much! Weston realized this and his body suddenly froze.
A big hand suddenly fell on the top of his head, stroking it gently, as if to drive away his nervousness. At the same time, this sentence came to his ears: "It's okay, kid, it's always good to be vigilant, even like this."
It will make the people who care about you sad, but you can protect yourself well, I can understand it!"
With Dumbledore's comfort, Weston gradually relaxed.
"I'm sorry, sir!" Weston murmured, his voice was not loud, just like a whisper. However, Dumbledore stopped and stroked his head again with a smile, "It's okay, but I look forward to it."
Your trust!”
Weston looked up at those blue eyes that were now full of kindness, and nodded vigorously.
The two walked for a while and gradually walked out of the Delacour family's territory. Dumbledore suddenly asked him: "Have you ever experienced flying, kid?"
"What?" Weston looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.
"Believe me, give it a good experience!" Dumbledore blinked mysteriously, "This will be an unforgettable trip!"
What? Weston was about to say something when he suddenly felt a stick stuffed under his butt. Then, his feet also left the ground. The whistling wind and the rapidly shrinking ground told him that they were flying!
"Hold on!" Dumbledore warned. Weston subconsciously grabbed his clothes, and then a violent dizziness came, and the push pulled him backwards.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"
...
"Uh-uh--" Under the tree, Weston held onto the tree trunk with a pale face, and the food he had eaten in the morning was returned to the ground in pieces.
Dumbledore shook his head next to him and sighed: "It seems that Quidditch has no chance for you!"
Weston glanced at him angrily. Is this a Quidditch thing? Don't think I didn't see it. I just broke the sound barrier twice! That's over 950 kilometers per hour.
Is this how your family plays Quidditch? It can be broken into pieces if you bump it, right?!
It's a pity that he didn't even have the energy to complain now, so he could only curse in secret. Of course, Dumbledore also saw his dissatisfaction and said again: "It's okay, it's always good to exercise more!
"
What a workout! Weston rolled his eyes.
After resting for a while, the severe dizziness and vomiting feeling disappeared, and the strength gradually returned to the body. "Next time, I will never fly on a flying broom with you!" Weston said viciously.
However, he forgot his current age, and his arrogant appearance did not have any deterrent effect, but made him a little more cute.
"Haha, how is it? Isn't it unforgettable?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
Seeing Dumbledore's calm and calm expression, Weston felt powerless. He was in despair. What could he do with such a shameless person?
Ignore it, at least it will make you feel better!
"Okay, don't worry so much! We're here!" Dumbledore stroked his head again, then motioned for him to follow, and then led the way out.
Weston sighed and could only follow.
Before going far, Weston was shocked. He swore that he had never seen such a spectacular scenery.
The sun was just right at this time. It was cloudless, and on the vast green grassland, a huge green castle sat on the high ground, with the black spire reaching into the sky. What a majestic building!
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore looked at Weston's admiring look, smiled knowingly, waved his wand, and the door to the courtyard wall opened.
"Come on, you will stay here for the next period of time!" Dumbledore said with a smile, and welcomed Weston in. Then, with a wave of his wand, the door closed again.
Amazing magic! Although Weston has seen it many times, he is still very impressed.
...
This is a round office. The walls of the office are full of photos of past principals. There are many exquisite silverwares on the table with slender legs, spraying mist. On a shelf behind the table is a dirty hat.
There was a gorgeous slender silver knight's sword in a glass box next to the hat, and a fiery red bird stood on a tall gilded perch behind the door.
Yes, this is the principal's office at Hogwarts. At this time, Weston and Dumbledore are sitting on both sides of the table.
"What would you like to drink?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
"Take a glass of lemon juice, add some honey, and add ice." Weston replied.
Two glasses of lemon juice suddenly appeared on both sides of the table, and a straw was inserted into the glass near Weston.
The house elf is really considerate! Weston thought while drinking lemon juice.
After taking a few sips of lemon juice, Dumbledore put down the glass, thought for a moment, and opened his mouth.
"Child, Frank showed me the parchment you wrote on. Coincidentally, we have the same idea. There is a saying in the East, which is that blocking is worse than sparseness. I think this sentence means to you, Couldn’t be more suitable!”
"The essence of Obscurus is still magic power, but the amount is just a little larger. If you want to feel more comfortable, then you need to release it!"
"Is it magic?" Weston asked, "But I don't know any magic now. Sir, are you looking for someone to teach me?"
"That's right, kid!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "To put it bluntly, Hogwarts has the best teachers in the UK. You can choose your own teacher!"