Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 70 Dumbledore's Conjecture

The phoenix chose the most outstanding wizard in the Dumbledore family, Albus, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

So when she saw Fawkes standing on the windowsill, McGonagall knew that it was Dumbledore looking for her.

It just so happened that she also had a lot of questions she wanted to ask the other party.

"Albus, is that thing okay?"

As soon as she walked up the spiral staircase, McGonagall saw Dumbledore feeding an unknown berry to the phoenix.

"Oh, it's okay for now, but that's why I called you here."

Dumbledore stopped feeding the phoenix and turned to look at his assistant.

"Severus was very suspicious of Quirinus and suggested that I strengthen the Stone's wards."

"Quirrel, is that so? This child is indeed a little strange. Logically speaking, even if he was frightened by a vampire, he shouldn't become like this."

Mag sighed as she spoke, then remembered something and continued.

"You didn't go to the faculty cafeteria yesterday. The pungent smell of garlic made it impossible to eat."

"Really? I remember he seldom went to the staff cafeteria?"

"That's right, that's why I remember it so clearly."

"Well, it seems necessary to let Pomfrey think of a way to help this child."

McGonagall had no idea what Dumbledore actually thought of Quirrell.

Anyway, as the vice-president, she was not used to the fact that the other party brought garlic, which had no effect at all, to teach students magic, especially when teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Quirrel should indeed stay in the school infirmary for a while, but the protective power of the Philosopher's Stone also needs to be strengthened. Do you have any suggestions in this regard?"

Dumbledore was the mastermind behind the whole thing, so McGonagall asked him first.

"Oh, your mechanisms are actually very cleverly designed, and it's impossible to redo them, so I wonder if you could increase the difficulty of passing the level, or make it more complicated."

After listening to Dumbledore, McGonagall pondered for a moment.

Mag was very confident about the [Wizard Chess Level] she had set up herself.

Although it is difficult to increase the difficulty now, there is a way, so she thought about it for a while and agreed.

"Okay, as for the levels of Pomona and Filius, I will inform the two professors."

"Well, that puts my mind at ease. After the holidays, I'll also find something as the final checkpoint."

Hearing that Dumbledore was going to take action, McGonagall felt a little relieved.

To be honest, the professors' levels are indeed very good, but they can only deal with some ordinary dark wizards.

Although there is no news about that person yet, if he really comes, with his intelligence he will definitely be able to find the loopholes in the level.

Fortunately, Dumbledore is also setting up checkpoints now. As the only person who can make the other party wary, and only the headmaster sets up checkpoints, McGonagall believes that this is true protection.

When thinking about the checkpoints, Mag couldn't help but think of the checkpoint he escaped from tonight.

"What do you think about the troll thing, Albus?"

"You mean Mr. Scarlett?"

Dumbledore smiled knowingly.

"That's right. Yesterday, Filius told me that Mr. Scarlett had a talent for dueling. I didn't believe him then, but his [Leg Lock] tonight was simply... simply."

"Just like a good Auror."

"Yes, that's right!"

McGonagall originally wanted to say that Moon looked like a wizard with combat experience, but when she thought about the fact that in the British wizarding world, only outstanding members of the Aurors possessed such abilities, she agreed with Dumbledore's statement.

"Yes, Mr. Scarlett's little curse is fast and accurate, but in fact, you and Filius were wrong about this."

"Hmm? What did you guess wrong?"

Mag asked, somewhat confused. "Mr. Scarlett's skills aren't dueling techniques; they're battle-hardened combat techniques."

"Battle skills? How is that possible?"

After hearing what Dumbledore said, McGonagall became suspicious.

In her opinion, Moon was at most an eleven-year-old wizard with a talent for spells. How could he have experienced the baptism of war?

But Dumbledore had experienced two wizarding wars. Thinking of this, McGonagall couldn't help but doubt herself.

“He may not have experienced war, but the person who taught him these things must have been a battle-hardened soldier.”

Dumbledore was quite certain of his guess.

He had also watched underground wizard duels, where most of the people used techniques to find their opponents' weaknesses and then defeat them unexpectedly.

Most winners of this kind of competition have a very clear understanding of themselves.

Know your own strengths and be good at finding your opponent's weaknesses during the game, and then you can easily win.

And Moon only saw the first-year wizard cast a spell.

But that kind of quickness, decisiveness, and all-out determination are completely different from a duel.

"But as far as I know, he is an orphan?"

As soon as Mag said this, he immediately remembered the strange reactions of the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission.

If there is nothing wrong with these two magical items in the school, then Moon's identity is very suspicious.

Thinking of this, Mag couldn't help but worry.

"He lives in the dormitory now, Albus, do you think he might be..."

"Don't scare yourself, Minerva. We will gradually find out Mr. Scarlett's identity. Now you just need to look after his spells training room in your free time."

"Free? How can I have free time?"

McGonagall was about to retort when she caught Dumbledore's words again.

"Spell Training Room, what is this? I've never heard of it."

"Oh, I forgot to inform you that I promised to grant Mr. Scarlett a classroom for him to practice spells. The location is on the far right side of the corridor on the second floor."

"A first-year student, how many spells has he learned, and he wants to..."

McGonagall was already angry because Dumbledore asked if she was free.

Now that she heard that Dumbledore had moved this classroom to the second floor again, she understood the headmaster's intention.

But just as she was about to retort, she remembered the [Leg Locking Curse] that Moon had cast from behind her.

"Okay, I'll take a look when I have time~"

Dumbledore smiled when he saw McGonagall agreed.

"Don't worry, I've even asked Filch to be the temporary caretaker of this classroom, so I shouldn't be bothering you normally."

After receiving Dumbledore's assurance, McGonagall sighed helplessly and left the headmaster's office.

Shortly after she left, Fawkes pecked Dumbledore's hand twice with his sharp beak.

"Why, Fox, did you find anything unusual about that boy as well?"

The phoenix let out a cry and then stepped back.

"He just finished making a wand. He probably wants your feathers, not that he wants to harm you."

After hearing what Dumbledore said, Fawkes actually tilted his head and thought for a moment.

It has lived for many years, even longer than the white-haired old man in front of it.

But it was certain from the look in the boy's eyes that it was definitely the first time he had seen it in so many years.

　Seeking follow-up reading, monthly tickets, and recommendation tickets from the little wizards
　　
　
(End of this chapter)