I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Dumbledore looked indifferent, and he said casually: "You are too worried, Felius."

"Worried?" Flitwick spread his hands dissatisfied, "Albus, have you forgotten Sybil's prophecy?"

"Of course not, but you also know that things like prophecy have always been vague. And you have always had a good relationship with Mr. Ollivander, and you have praised his granddaughter several times."

"Yes, yes, but I must remind you that Grindelwald is an ambitious man!"

"Of course I know, to put it bluntly, no one knows him better than me," Dumbledore looked at a wand in the cupboard, "Oh, I remember this wand, you won it from Little Webb Come. After many years, I still remember your amazing silent petrification spell."

"Then you haven't forgotten that little Webb's father was a follower of Grindelwald, Albus." Professor Flitwick was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's behavior of changing the topic.

"Of course not, Filius." Dumbledore's clear lake blue eyes were like a quiet lake, and he smiled faintly at Flitwick, "I'm not worried about this situation, but Someone else deserves my attention."

"Is it related to the institutions you arranged?"

"Yes, Felius, I have to say, the flying spell you cast on the key is very beautiful."

"Those are just small things," Flitwick waved his hands indifferently, and then showed a puzzled expression, "but I don't understand, why put the correct key in?"

"We'll see the result." Under the lens, Dumbledore's wise eyes were still smiling.

...

On the other side, Sean and Stephanie were walking back to the common room. There were not many students in the corridors of the castle. After dinner, Hogwarts students were more willing to have fun with their companions in the common room.

Sean glanced at the silver-haired girl beside him. Although she was already in the third grade, she was obviously shorter than him. Although Sean has grown very quickly, girls in this age group are generally not shorter than boys.

The other party was too petite.

The two stopped, waiting for the stairs ahead to rotate into the correct position.

At this moment, Stephanie finally spoke up and said, "I'm going to organize a club about magic wands."

"Wand?" Sean asked suspiciously.

The other party was Ollivander's granddaughter, and it was normal to be interested in wands, but the students all had their own wands, and he couldn't imagine how this club could attract members.

Crafting a wand? Sean felt unrealistic.

The stairs in front of her just rotated into place, and Stephanie stepped on the steps with some strength, and then continued to explain: "My grandfather said that it is the wand that chooses the wizard, and in the wizard's life, if there is no accident, the wand will follow the wizard." life."

"That's right, after all Mr. Ollivander chose me for so long." Sean smiled slightly.

"That wand is really suitable for you." The girl glanced at him through the glasses, and Sean subconsciously avoided it.

"There's no need to hide, that's why I chose you." She continued to look directly at Sean.

Sean raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a puzzled look: "With all due respect, I don't quite understand why?"

"I have Veela blood," Stephanie explained flatly, "you should feel it."

As expected, Sean nodded.

"I didn't have much premonition when I first met you, but yesterday, I was sure that you are indeed special."

"Special?" Sean carefully recalled the few encounters he had with the girl, and he didn't seem to show anything special?

The two were already standing outside the door of the Ravenclaw common room, and Stephanie took off her glasses facing him.

Leaving the glasses, the girl's beautiful black eyes seemed to have suddenly sucked in the entire starry night, and the broken light was decorated with velvet, as if to suck in Sean's whole mind.

He stared at Stephanie with some fascination, as if facing a lover he hadn't seen in a long time.

wrong! Sean's mind was shocked, and he reacted suddenly. He took a step back unconsciously.

Stephanie put the glasses back on, but Sean was surprised to find that after putting on the glasses, his obsession with girls disappeared.

Seeing his clear expression, Stephanie murmured, "Sure enough..."

"Uh, Miss Ollivander? I don't quite understand..."

The girl gave him a deep look: "You are becoming more and more resistant to me, and it won't be long before you can look at me and talk to me normally.

"It's good, very good."

Sean showed some comprehension: "So, that's why you chose me?"

"That's right," she nodded, "I hope my assistant is a normal person in front of me, instead of staring at me blankly like a mink, repeating a few words occasionally."

Before Sean could speak, Stephanie lifted the wizard robe and bowed slightly to him: "I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time, I just made a suggestion, and the club is still in preparation, you can reject me, but I hope this You can think about it for a while."

After speaking, she pulled the ring of the eagle head at the back, and after answering the question of the eagle head easily, she opened the door and walked in.

"Good night, I wish you a sweet dream." The girl left her last words.

Sean winked at Eagle Head outside the door, she is really... a very charming girl who talks to herself.

Life at Hogwarts is really getting more and more interesting.

...

The next day, with the surprise of Potions class, everyone was looking forward to the next class, and Ravenclaw was going to take three brand new classes in a row.

Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration.

What made Sean feel a little regretful was that Quirrell, who was not wearing a turban, performed mediocrely in class, except that the textbooks were still textbooks, and he seemed to follow the script. The only thing that lifted Sean's spirits was that Quirrell talked a lot about the "improvement magic" that Nurmengard had learned.

However, the ensuing spell class was much more exciting. After Professor Flitwick showed several wonderful spells, they were casting a levitation spell on a feather in one class.

Hands-on practice is always more motivating, and it's a Gryffindor with them.

"Mr. Finnigan! You've blown off your fourth feather!" Professor Flitwick said to Seamus, whose face was black and his hair was blown apart.

While Xiao En smiled slightly, the feathers in front of his eyes were also tremblingly floating in mid-air.

It's a pity that Hermione on the side was too dazzling, so he still didn't get any extra points.

In the afternoon, Sean finally had the transformation class he was most looking forward to.