A small dot flew over from the edge of the gloomy sky, and slowly got closer. It turned out to be an owl.
Although it is flying in the sky, it can be seen that this owl is well groomed, its feathers are very shiny, its red claws holding the envelope are strong and strong, and its long claws are trimmed very sharply.
From the looks of it, you can tell that this owl is not just a messenger, but also has a certain amount of fighting power! And looking at the sharp eyes, you can tell that this owl has the blood of other magical creatures.
The owl galloped all the way and soon flew to the window sill of the principal's office at Hogwarts.
Dumbledore took off the letter from the owl's talon. He did not open the letter immediately, but took some owl food and placed it in front of the owl.
The owl glanced at the owl food, and then moved his eyes away. It was obvious that it had been strictly trained. This kind of trained owl will not accept food from others.
In the magical world, there are many people who are qualified to train owls, but in the UK, only those who can train owls to this level have such background.
In other words, the letter must be from one of the twenty-eight sacred families.
Dumbledore opened the letter, read it roughly once, sighed, put the letter aside, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyebrows. It was obvious that the content of the letter was not particularly beautiful.
"Another family?" Armando in the portrait looked at Dumbledore and asked softly. This principal can be said to have watched Dumbledore become the principal of Hogwarts step by step.
The friendship can be said to be quite extraordinary.
"Yes, another family!" Dumbledore raised his head and said with a wry smile, "I have some doubts that my decision is wrong! All the members of the board of directors have been sending me letters repeatedly in the past few days!"
"They have now begun to threaten me with Hogwarts funds! Maybe, I should not have announced "Meditation" so early!"
"You are just thinking about Hogwarts, Albus!" Another principal, Delis, said, "They have gone too far! These vampires are always so greedy!"
"Look at that owl, it should be one of the twenty-eight sacred ones, right?" Phineas interrupted and asked.
"It's from the Greengrass family!" Dumbledore raised the envelope in his hand. There was an exquisite copper medal on it, which was the Dark Moon emblem of the Greengrass family.
"The Greengrass family? Relatively speaking, their family is a relatively peaceful one! Why did they do this? It's just like the Malfoy family!" Phineas said with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Said.
"This is normal, Phoenix!" Armando said rationally, "If you were still alive and knew this secret method that could improve the overall strength of the family, what would you do?"
Phineas was stunned for a moment by the question, and then sighed: "You are right, Armando! If it were me, I would either get it or destroy it! It's too late to destroy it now, I can only think about it.
Got it by any means possible!”
"That's it! In fact, who can stay rational in the face of the huge temptation of increasing strength?" Dai Lisi said, "In my opinion, the Holy Twenty-Eight Family has not used coercive means until now. This
That’s what surprised me!”
"Dai Lisi, this is because you don't understand the Holy Twenty-eight Family!" Evra also opened her closed eyes, "Although the Holy Twenty-Eight Family is very greedy, they still want to face it! Even if they want to rob, it is still a shame.
I need a name!"
"Besides, our Mr. Delacour is not a soft persimmon!" Phoenix sneered, "At least, whether it is influence or strength, he is not someone who can be manipulated at will! For such a genius, the Holy Family has more
My choice is probably to win over!"
"I remember, this child should be the son-in-law of the Delacour family?" Phineas looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded without interrupting and motioned for Phineas to continue.
"That's it!" Phineas raised his lips, "The Delacour family is not a powerful family even in France. They are not qualified to protect this talented little wizard!"
"After all, whose family should I marry into? And, believe me, the Holy Twenty-Eight Family is much more courageous than you think!" Phineas said this last sentence meaningfully, and then
He closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep.
Dumbledore quietly thought about the words of all the previous principals, and finally understood the current situation.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Dumbledore asked as he looked at the portraits of several principals.
"Albus, you are upset!" Evra reminded lightly, "Isn't the current situation clear enough? Everything depends on what the little guy chooses!"
Dumbledore thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said no more.
For a moment, the principal's room was extremely silent...
Inside Chateau Delacour, France.
"Damn it, these British guys don't want to pay for their owls! It's all owls, owls, owls all day long! If this continues, the house will almost become an owl shack!" Mr. Delacour dropped angrily on the window sill.
He chased away an owl, and his good temper was lost to nowhere.
Mrs. Delacour gloomily picked up the letter left on the window sill and glanced at the envelope: "Another one for Weston!"
"Damn it! Are they crazy? What on earth do they want to do?!" Mr. Delacour tugged on his collar and his face turned red with anger.
Sisters Weston and Fleur were sitting in the living room, looking at each other for a few times without speaking.
It can be said that the whole thing was caused by Weston. Weston was a little embarrassed to speak, but Sister Fleur was completely frightened.
"Here, it's another family that wants Weston to leave our home!" Mrs. Delacour read the letter directly and looked at Weston with a smile, "You can't tell, little Weston is so popular.
Yes!"
Weston smiled faintly and said nothing.
"Daughter, my mother is useless. I can't even keep your fiancé! It's so miserable!" Mrs. Delacour said to Fleur, but she looked sideways at Weston.
But Fleur took it seriously. She glanced at Weston worriedly and said as if she didn't care: "Humph, who cares?", but the hands under the table tightly grasped the corners of Weston's clothes.
.
Weston was amused when he saw this arrogant little girl.
But this is not the answer. If this continues, life will be disrupted!
What to do? Weston pondered.
"Uncle, help me make an appointment with people from the Holy Twenty-Eight Families tomorrow, and we'll hold a banquet!" Weston smiled mysteriously...