After a long explanation, Dumbledore seemed to believe his claim - you are a big celebrity in the wizarding world, and the chocolate frog has a cloud on your card.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Albus!" Mr. Delacour said solemnly.

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore replied with a smile, "I'm not entirely sure it can be solved, but it's always better than doing nothing, isn't it?" ”

That's the truth, but are you sure you won't be beaten to death if you say that? Weston secretly complained that powerful people are so confident when they speak.

After a reluctant goodbye, Weston and Dumbledore left.

Looking at the little guy who didn't say a word, Dumbledore touched his head and comforted him softly: "Child, cry if you want to, it's okay, I won't laugh at you." ”

"I don't want to cry, Professor," Weston shook his head, "the temporary parting is just for a better reunion, isn't it?" ”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then slowly tasted the sentence, and exclaimed: "Very well said, child, it seems that although suffering has tormented your body, your soul is full of wisdom!" ”

"Wisdom and knowledge are the greatest treasures of mankind!" Weston said.

"Hehe, interesting little one!" Dumbledore stroked his beard with a smile, "You must be a good Ravenclaw." ”

"Ravenclaw?" Weston pretended not to know anything, "What's that?" ”

Dumbledore looked at Weston's glasses for a long time and smiled, "Well, I'll just assume that you don't know anything!" ”

Oops, overdressed! Weston realized this, and his body froze suddenly.

A big hand suddenly fell on the top of his head, caressing it gently, as if to drive away his nervousness, and at the same time, this sentence came from his ear: "It's okay, child, it's always good to know that vigilance, even if it will make the people who care about you sad, but you can protect yourself well, I can understand!" ”

Comforted by Dumbledore, Weston gradually relaxed.

"I'm sorry, sir!" Weston muttered, not loud, as if whispering, but Dumbledore stopped and stroked his head again with a smile, "It's okay, but I look forward to your trust!" ”

Weston looked up at the blue eyes that were already full of love by this time, and nodded vigorously.

The two of them walked for a while, gradually walking out of the territory of the Delacul family, and Dumbledore suddenly asked him, "Have you ever experienced flying, child?" ”

"What?" Weston looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"Trust me, have a good experience!" Dumbledore blinked mysteriously, "It's going to be an unforgettable trip!" ”

WHAT？ Weston was about to say something, when he suddenly felt a stick stuffed under his buttocks, and then, his feet left the ground, and the whirring wind and the rapidly shrinking ground told him that they were flying!

"Hold on!" Dumbledore reminded. Weston subconsciously grabbed his clothes, and then a violent feeling of vertigo came, and the thrust pulled him behind him.

"Ahh

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"Vomit—vomit—" Under the tree, Weston held on to the trunk with a pale face, and the food he had eaten in the morning was returned to the earth in pieces.

Dumbledore shook his head beside him and sighed, "It seems that Quidditch has nothing to do with you!" ”

Weston gave him an angry look. Is this a Quidditch thing? Don't think I didn't see it, I just broke the sound barrier twice! That's more than 950 km/h, is this how you play Quidditch? You can smash it if you hit it, right?!

It's a pity that he doesn't even have the strength to complain now, so he can only scold himself. Of course, Dumbledore also saw his dissatisfaction, and said, "It's okay, it's always good to exercise more!" ”

God is so good at exercising! Weston rolled his eyes widely.

After resting for a while, the intense feeling of dizziness and vomiting disappeared, and the strength gradually returned to the body. "Next time, I will never ride a flying broom with you!" Weston said viciously.

It's just that he forgot his current age, and his puffy appearance doesn't have any deterrent effect, but makes him a little more cute.

"Hehe, how is it, isn't it unforgettable?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Seeing that Dumbledore was not ashamed or impatient, Weston felt powerless. He is desperate, what can he do with this kind of faceless and skinless person?

Ignore it, at least you can feel better!

"Well, don't care so much! We're here! Dumbledore stroked his head again, then motioned for him to follow, and led the way.

Weston sighed and followed.

It didn't take him far before Weston was shocked, and he swore he had never seen such a spectacular view.

The sun is just right at this time. Cloudless, vast green meadows, huge blue castles perched high on high ground, black spires reaching into the sky. What a majestic building!

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore looked at Weston's admiration, smiled knowingly, and with a wave of his wand, the door to the courtyard wall opened.

"Come on, you're going to stay here for the rest of the year!" Dumbledore said this with a smile, welcoming Weston in, and then, with a wave of his wand, the door closed again.

Magical magic! Although Weston has seen it many times, he is still very impressed.

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It was a circular office, with photographs of past headmasters on the walls, a slender legged table with delicate silverware swirling with jet mist, a dirty hat on a shelf behind the desk, a splendid slender silver knight's sword in a glass case next to it, and a fiery red bird standing on a tall gilded perch behind the door.

That's right, this is the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, and Weston and Dumbledore are sitting on either side of the table.

"Drink something?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"A glass of lemon juice, some honey, and ice." Weston replied.

Two glasses of lemon juice popped up on either side of the table, and a straw was inserted into the cup near Weston.

House-elves are still really sweet! Weston thought as he sipped the lemon juice.

After a few sips of lemon juice, Dumbledore put down his glass, thought for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"Son, Frank showed me what you wrote on parchment, coincidentally, we have the same idea, there is a saying in the East, it is better to block than to sparse, I think this sentence is perfect for you!"

"The essence of Silence is still magic, but the amount is a little more, if you want to be more comfortable, then you need to release it!"

"Magic, isn't it?" Weston asked rhetorically, "But I don't know any magic now, sir, are you going to find someone to teach me?" ”

"That's right, kid!" Dumbledore smiled and said, "To put it mildly, Hogwarts has the best teachers in the whole of England, and you can choose your own teacher!" ”

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