Hogwarts founder returns to campus

"I..." Amando was at a loss for words for a while, "He...you...really!"

Armando blushed, and then disappeared into the portrait.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Dexter shook his head, looking happy, "It's really unmannered to go to another place."

"Dexter, has Quirinus started to move?" Dumbledore asked after drawing Dexter's attention to him with a light cough.

"Oh! I almost forgot the business!" Dexter put on an exaggerated look of surprise, "Yes, just as you expected, he started looking for ways to enter those levels!"

"Then where did he go?" Dumbledore took out a pile of cockroaches from his pocket, chewed it slowly in his mouth, and made a creaking sound.

"Actually, I think Dumbledore, you can change it to another kind of candy. The smell of the pile of cockroaches is really indescribable!" Dexter scratched his face, his scalp was numb, and the blood on his face seemed to have dissipated a bit.

"Sorry, Dexter, but the effect of the cockroach heap is very good. I really like Lemon Sherbet more." Dumbledore sat back on his seat, "Go ahead, Dexter."

"Quirrell sneaked into the fourth floor after the opening dinner, and came out after staying in it for less than a minute."

"Are you injured?"

"No, even the clothes are not messed up, and you can vaguely feel a little bit of magic fluctuations."

"It seems that he did have an adventure in the Black Forest, what a pity..." Dumbledore sighed, "He is a real Ravenclaw, but unfortunately sometimes Ravenclaw is easily bewitched by external factors .You go on, Dexter."

"Then he went straight to the library, and just now he returned to his room." Dexter paused for a while, "That's right! There are two other students who came out tonight, both from Hufflepuff .”

"And still a freshman?"

"Is it a man and a woman? They are all new students." Dumbledore rubbed his temples, and when he heard Dexter's words, the voices of two people appeared in his mind.

"Yes, there are two freshmen, how do you know?"

"Cassandra is Carlotta's granddaughter, I want to know what you mean." Dumbledore smiled unconsciously when he thought of the lively blonde girl.

"Carlotta? Someone said it." Dexter stroked his stubbled chin with his palm. "Carlotta Pinkstone? Is that her?"

"That's right, it's her. Cassandra is her granddaughter. As far as I know, she lived at Carlotta's house before entering Hogwarts. Newt would often take her on tours." Dumbledore nodded.

"I remembered! The three things that Armando likes to do most at ordinary times are saying the mantra 'really', telling the story of his experience as the principal, and criticizing Carlotta Pinkstone when he was studying in school. How many school rules do you have?" Dexter also smiled.

"Yes, it seems that Cassandra is deeply influenced by her grandmother." Dumbledore stood up, let out a long breath, and his spirit was much better than before. "Then what about the other boy? What did he do?" ?”

"The kid also ran into the library after seeing Quirrell coming out of the library. Based on the magic fluctuations, I suspect he used a tracking spell inside."

"Tracking spell?" Dumbledore remembered that McGonagall had told him that Salazar didn't have a wand.Although the tracking spell is not a very advanced magic, it is a magic that requires a lot of stability. Without the assistance of a magic wand, the tracking spell is almost impossible to exert its due effect.

"It may also be that I was dazzled by the torch. I only saw a little golden light and a slight sound of chanting from the crack in the library." Dexter's tone became uncertain.

"Okay, Dexter. You don't have to think too much, it's late at night, you should rest too, thanks for your hard work." Dumbledore said while pacing in the principal's office.

"It's okay, call me again if you need it, I'm very happy to continue to do something for Hogwarts."

Dexter soon lost his voice, and now that it was late at night, even the portraits needed rest.

But Dumbledore was still not tired at all, he walked to a shelf on which was the sorting hat that had been used for the sorting ceremony.

He put his wand on the hat, and the Sorting Hat slowly stretched out, and finally stood upright, with a slit in the middle.

"Why can't you tell me about that child, the Sorting Hat?" Dumbledore asked.

He had asked many times after the opening banquet, wanting to know what the Sorting Hat and Salazar were talking about during the six minutes or so, but the Sorting Hat still refused to reveal a word.

This kind of weird thing has never been encountered before, and the sorting hat is very happy to share what it has seen in the sorting period.

Even when Tom Riddle was in school, it was unabashed, not as silent as it is today.

"You should know that the Sorting Hat should put the safety of the school as the first priority. Isn't it that you are practicing this principle by diligently carrying out the sorting work? And I am the principal, and I think I should have the right to know when the school will arrive. What happened to pay?"

After repeated questioning, the Sorting Hat finally cracked a crack and said: "I can't do this, Dumbledore, even if you are the headmaster, no matter how many times you ask, I still can only say that I have no comment."

When Dumbledore heard what the Sorting Hat said, he showed a hint of joy. The Sorting Hat was able to talk to him, indicating that there was still room for maneuver in this matter, so he asked: "Then, I won't ask about the content of your conversation, I just Wondering how you would arrange it for him if he had to choose another academy."

"Slytherin, there is no doubt. If you want to find out the truth, this is the only hint I can give you." After saying this, the cracks of the sorting hat closed and the hat body collapsed.

"Slytherin?" Dumbledore turned to look at the wall behind him. On it were the portraits of the headmasters of Hogwarts, and the four huge portraits on top belonged to the four founders of Hogwarts. .

The firewood in the fireplace was still burning, and suddenly there was a "crack", and a little golden spark splashed out from the fireplace, like a bright golden light, and then slowly fell to the ground and slowly extinguished.

Dumbledore watched the golden light on the golden Mars continue to dim, and finally turned into dead ashes, feeling as if something was connected together, but he couldn't grasp it.

As the night deepened, a long sigh took away the light from the principal's office, and everything returned to calm...