Lao Deng's eyes behind the lenses glanced at him, and said in a brisk tone: "Are you sure you won't let me in? This is a very important matter, and it concerns more than you." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As he spoke, he pulled out a bulging envelope from his bosom, which was blank and not written a word.

Roger took the letter, glanced at Old Deng, and took out two pieces of parchment, one large and one small, with his and Hermione's names written on them:

[Dear Mr. Roger,

We received information that you used [the Crushing Charm] 39 times in a Muggle settlement at 11:52 p.m. on July 3rd.

At 11:59, [Explosive Spell] was used 22 times, [Levitation Spell] 1 time, and [(suspected) Fire Curse] 1 time.

From 11:59 to 12:08, use [Permanent Paste Spell] 133 times in a row,

At 12:12 p.m., use [(suspected) Agni Charm] 6 times,

At 12:46 and 47 a.m., he used [Flying Charm] twice in front of a Muggle face,

On July 4 at 1:10 a.m., he used [Transfiguration] in front of a Muggle face once,

At 1:14, he used [(suspected) Imprisonment Charm] 4 times in front of a Muggle,

at 1:15 a.m.....

at 1:.....

In.....

.....

This is a serious violation of the Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards and Article 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act, and we regret to inform you that a representative of the Ministry of Magic will soon be sent to your residence to investigate the information, and that you must appear at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on August 12 for your trial.

I hope you take care.

You are faithful

Mafalda Hopkirk

Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic at the Ministry of Magic]

Roger roughly read the letter, and he ignored the details of the magic used to cast the magic in the middle, which accounted for four-fifths of the entire letter, and looked at the letter with Hermione's name written on it, the content was similar to his, but the magic cast was much less.

The boy rolled his eyes and looked at Dumbledore, "What's the matter? The greatest wizard of this century is still a messenger for the Ministry of Magic?"

In this child's tone, there was no fear of being caught doing bad things.

Lao Deng didn't say anything, but pointed his eyes to the house.

Roger snorted his teeth, dodged out of the door, and muttered in a voice that the old man could hear: "Are all wizards so poor? Lupin is poor, and now even the headmaster has to work part-time... It is better to charge tuition fees directly than to exploit students like this..."

Rao is a good cultivation for Dumbledore in his hundreds, and at this time, he can't help but be shaken by his beard a few times.

An old man and a young man entered the living room, and several people in the dining room stopped their knives and forks when they saw a guest visiting, and Hermione exclaimed in surprise: "Headmaster Dumbledore, why are you here?"

"Oh, Miss Granger is here too? that's great," Dumbledore smiled softly and said hello.

"Is this Mr. Headmaster you've always mentioned?" Mr. Granger looked at his daughter quizzically.

Hermione introduced both of them to each other, and Roger could clearly see that Old Deng's eyes had obviously stayed for an extra second or two when he looked at Caroline before moving away as usual.

"I wonder what Headmaster Dumbledore is here for today?" asked Mr. Granger after the introduction.

The phrase "That's great" caught his attention, and he didn't think that a school principal came to his daughter during the holidays to make up for the scholarship.

"There's no hurry, it's rude to disturb someone's meal, and it's not too late for us to talk when you're done," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Did Mr. Headmaster have lunch? If not, please don't dislike it, come over and have some food." Mrs. Granger warmly invited the old man to sit down, and instructed her husband to move a chair for him.

The issue of their daughter's school could not be ignored, and more importantly, they had heard Hermione mention that the principal of this magic school was more than a hundred years old, and the kind-hearted Granger couple agreed that it would never hurt to treat the elderly with more respect.

Dumbledore did not shirk the warm invitation, and sat down at the table with a kind smile.

Roger, who was standing in the living room, threw the letter in his hand onto the coffee table and sat down around the table with the others.

"What a hearty dish...", Dumbledore complimented as soon as he sat down, and after eating a little food, he asked in confusion, "I just heard Roger say that this seems to be your breakfast... It won't be a little too late. ”

"I love to eat, I don't like to eat. Roger glared at the old man angrily, this old glass was full of heart, and he didn't believe that it was his words that played a role.

Everyone at the table looked at the boy with strange expressions, except for Dumbledore himself... The old man smiled as if he hadn't heard, and forked a piece of chicken leg onto his plate.

Mrs. Granger was a little unnatural, but 'other people's children' were not easy to scold, so she could only smile without embarrassment, and said:

"Well, I don't know what's going on, since the fog got up a few days ago, there are always some strange movements in the neighborhood at night, which makes our night's rest a little bad... Therefore, it is inevitable that you will wake up a little late in the morning. ”

Although Mrs. Granger didn't know Dumbledore's intentions, as the boss of her daughter's school, she would definitely not reveal it to Old Deng about educating Hermione about her drunkenness last night and delaying breakfast time this morning.

Can't you lower your daughter's impression!

The Granger couple then shifted the subject to Hermione's appearance at school, and began to boast about Hermione and Roger.

Caroline, who was eating on the sidelines, looked strange, and she agreed to say that Hermione had all kinds of advantages, but her brother... I guess there is only one advantage of sleeping without snoring...

Roger never interjected again, which made Dumbledore gain everyone's favor after a meal.

After all, his kind smile, the spark of pleasure in his eyes behind the lenses, and the kindness and sincerity carried by every wrinkle on his old face were felt by all.

“... Speaking of jokes, I heard a funny joke about a troll, a dominatrix and a leprechaun, all of whom went into a tavern at the same time......"

Dumbledore smiled as he moved from the dining room to the living room, but his face turned strange when he lowered his eyes and swept to the grease-stained parchment on the coffee table, and the joke came to an abrupt end in the middle of his story.

"Oh... By the way, we have a very important matter to solve...", Dumbledore said, "Mr. and Miss Granger, and Miss Caroline, could you please take a step away? I have something to say to Roger and Hermione alone. ”