early morning

Rove woke up from his sleep.

He was lying on a large antique bed, with a supple feather bed underneath him and a goose feather pillow behind his head. The curtain has been lowered, but the carved bedposts and the velvet canopy overhead can still be seen.

He lifted the covers, pulled back the curtains, stepped out of the bed, and walked towards the window.

The room was large and beautifully decorated, and there was a faint smell wafting through the air...... Fragrant but not greasy, it has a sleep-inducing effect.

Rove opened the heavy tapestry curtain, and he stood by the window and looked up:

There is a sea of clouds condensed by the brilliant morning glow in the sky, and the sunlight is scattered on the river surface in the distance, sparkling, like a grain of gold scattered on the ground.

From a slightly higher vantage point, the view of the entire manor house is also beautiful, and in the center, it is a magnificent building that shines in the sun.

Pyramid!

Rove admired it for a while and began to wash up, the bathroom was already ready with hot water and all toiletries.

In the compartment of the room, there is actually a house-elf hidden, but it is hidden, and it will not appear in front of Rove unless necessary.

The sign of a good house-elf is that you don't even know it exists.

Rove changed his clothes and walked slowly out of the room, in front of which was a wide, long hallway with mahogany doors on either side.

These rooms are probably guest rooms.

After coming to the manor last night, I walked around under the guidance of Nicol, and after eating, it was already late at night.

Then, Rove and Newt took up two rooms.

The boy walked to Newt's room, he rang the doorbell, but he rang it several times, there was no response, it seemed that Newt had left the room.

Rove was about to leave, when the door on the opposite side suddenly opened, and out came an old man, who was small, wearing a gray robe, and his eyes were also gray, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

The old man said hello, "Hey, Rove." ”

Rove was stunned for a moment, and he was a little stunned: "Principal Dippert......"

Armando Duppet was Dumbledore's predecessor, and Tom Riddle was the Headmaster of Hogwarts when he was still in school.

After his retirement, Hogwarts was given to Dumbledore...... It's been almost half a century, and I didn't expect it to be dead.

The boy wanted to say, "You're not dead," but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back and wanted to change his words to "You're still alive...... But it seems to be a meaning.

Rove froze in place, thinking about more appropriate wording, and Dippert stretched out his hand, which was covered with age spots, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled:

"Don't be nervous, kid, I've heard my portrait mention you many times, and although we are meeting for the first time today, we are actually old acquaintances...... Take it easy. ”

"You did a good job in the Chamber of Secrets, I didn't find Tom Riddle's anomaly back then, and I also caused the death of Myrtle Warren, thank you so much for catching the basilisk."

"You're welcome." Rove hurriedly waved his hand.

He was indeed a little nervous, an existence that you thought had died decades ago, and one day suddenly stood in front of you...... Everyone has to panic!

"Let's go, let's go have breakfast." Dippet smiled and walked down the hallway, towards the restaurant.

Rove followed behind and cautiously asked, "Professor Dippert, take the liberty of asking, how old are you this year?" ”

"It's more than 300 years old." Dippet thought for a while, shook his head and said: "I can't remember the specifics, I only know that that year, Ferdinand III was elected Holy Roman Emperor. ”

In the corridors, hanging many portraits, one of which was a portrait of a knight, suddenly said loudly:

"Sir, Ferdinand III was elected Holy Roman Emperor in 1637, and I died in battle that year!"

"It's a pity." Dippert said.

“……”

Pettit led Rove eastward through a vaulted corridor into a foyer decorated with Italian marble.

In the foyer, there were scattered wizards, chatting and eating breakfast.

These people were apparently here for the funeral.

"Armando, is this your great-grandson? See you for the first time. A wizard suddenly said loudly.

It was an old man, with no beard, deep eyes, sunken cheeks, and a few strands of hair left, except for a few pinches above his ears.

"He's Newt's grandson." Petit explained with a smile.

"Newt, even that kid has grandchildren? The last time I saw him, he was about the same age as this boy. ”

The bald old man was a little impressed, and he recalled, "I remember that Newt violated the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act that I enacted at the time, and used magic outside of ......"

"Later, I heard that it didn't take long for him to be fired." The old man laughed, and he glared at Rove and said:

"Boy, you didn't use magic outside of school during the summer vacation, did you?!"

“……”

"Kid, don't listen to his nonsense." A tiny hunchbacked witch approached.

The witch was also very old, and her face was wrinkled, as if she had been hung with a spider's web, and she stretched out her hand and said:

"I'm glad to meet you, my name is Geselda Marchiban and I'm the director of the Wizarding Examination Authority, after you. L. Examinations and.. Exams will be invigilated by me. ”

"Of course." Marchiban blinked, "Assuming you weren't expelled from Hogwarts like your grandfather." ”

“……”

Rove, of course, knew Geselda Marchiban, and he stretched out his hand and said respectfully:

"I heard my grandfather mention you, and he said that you helped him a lot in the establishment of the Law on the Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments."

"Little guy, don't overdo it, I'll help you more." The bald old man laughed again:

"Guess who I am, guess right, there's a reward."

"As far as I know, the Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards was passed by Minister Farris Spavon in 1875." Rove thought for a moment

"Since you said you made it, and you're at that age, it must be Minister Spavon, am I right?"

"Haha, it's me! The greatest minister the British Ministry of Magic has ever seen! The old man laughed.

"Great? All I know is that if you choose the most obnoxious minister, you will definitely be elected. Marchiban scoffed:

"If it weren't for the opposition of our Wizengamot, you old thing would still be ready to continue to occupy the ministerial position!"

Faris Spavon became minister in 1865, at the age of 109, and then served for another thirty-eight years, making him the longest-serving minister in history.

The deputy minister at that time, seeing that Spavon was already very old, thought that after two years at most, the old man would die, and he would be able to take over as the deputy minister.

How do you know that Spavin has been on standby for a long time until now, and when the deputy minister was dying, he left that famous last words:

How can there be a deputy minister in the world for thirty-eight years!

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