The King of Flags at Hogwarts

I don't know where he got the confidence to think he could get away with anything at Hogwarts. At least two people could see right through him—Dumbledore was one, and the other was none other than myself.

"I'll ask him about it later; I'm quite curious too."

Just then, a shout came from the long table on the Gryffindor side.

"The Gryffindor troll slayer, the great savior, the boy who lived—Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter, our king!"

Bobby knew without even looking that this was some kind of trick by the Weasley twins.

She sighed deeply. She needed to finish breakfast quickly; she had fallen behind on a lot of schoolwork yesterday because she had been unconscious, and she would have to catch up later.

Just then, Professor McGonagall walked over. "My dear, Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you."

"Oh, I'll go right away, Mama McGonagall."

"Honey, are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'm fine."

Professor McGonagall smiled. "Severus, Philius, and I have discussed it, and we've decided to let you relax a bit. We won't be assigning you any homework until the Christmas holidays."

Poppy jumped up happily and pounced on Professor McGonagall like a koala, giving her a big kiss on the cheek.

"Great! It's free for me!"

Professor McGonagall put Bobby down and turned to leave: "Darling, you'd better hurry, don't keep Albus waiting too long."

Bobby sat down again, in a great mood, and began to devour the food.

But then he noticed a resentful gaze fixed on him from the side.

"Um, Sister Daiyu, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hmph, I suppose I'm not anyone important, and now you're trying to fool me with lies."

Jady turned her head away, looking like she wanted to comfort me.

Bobby was a little confused and quickly asked, "Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Jady turned her head, her dark eyes fixed on Bobby's beautiful green eyes.

"Professor McGonagall just asked you, 'Are you alright?' That's not quite what you said."

Bobby's mind raced for a moment before he finally understood what was going on. It turned out that the little girl (no, that's not quite right, her soul age was almost thirty) was blaming him for not explaining what happened last night to her clearly.

This is what a quirky person is like.

"I'm not lying to you, I really was with Snape last night."

Looking into Jady's clear eyes, Bobby's voice grew softer and softer: "It's just that I was lying in bed and he was watching over me..."

"What happened to you?"

Bobby whispered, "I'm only telling you this, so please don't tell anyone else."

Jady's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly: "I'm not one to gossip, and besides, we're speaking Chinese, which no one else can understand. You don't need to speak so softly."

"Actually, my magic power growth has been abnormal since I was a child. I often lose control of my magic power. Yesterday afternoon, I had another one of those outbursts, and then I passed out."

Jady asked worriedly, "This isn't a long-term solution. Is there a way to resolve this?"

Bobby laughed and said, "Don't worry, with my teachers and godparents around, I'll be fine."

After finishing breakfast, Bobby flew straight to the principal's office.

Those stairs were so mischievous, moving around all over the place, that Bobby didn't have time to play with them. He just flew up there like the wind, much faster than climbing stairs.

When they arrived at the principal's office, the griffin statue saw Bobby and, without even asking for the password, simply opened the passage.

Bobby rushed into the headmaster's office, not even bothering to greet Dumbledore immediately, but instead shouted to Fawkes the Phoenix, "Fawkes, good morning!"

Fox happily agreed, flew away from the birdcage, and landed on Bobby's shoulder.

Once Fox had come to a stop, Bobby turned to Dumbledore and said, "Good morning, Master. Is there something you need me for?"

Dumbledore chuckled at Bobby, not getting straight to the point, "Kid, want a candy?"

Bobby's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the old man nervously. Giving him candy first was definitely not a good thing.

"No, teacher, I just finished breakfast. The sesame balls are a bit sweet today, so I won't eat the candy."

Old Deng chuckled and stuffed the candy back into the drawer.

"Bobby, Professor Quirrell just asked me for leave. He might be away for half a month to handle some personal matters."

Bobby nodded repeatedly, "Mmm, mmm," and then what?

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class cannot be stopped, so..."

"So what? Teacher, you can't mess with me! My defense against dark magic is still just theoretical; I've only ever been in one fight! You're not going to make me teach your class, are you?"

Dumbledore thought to himself, "Your only true opponent was a proper Hogwarts professor who was manipulated by Voldemort."

He chuckled and said, "How could I let you take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Your godfather Snape took that responsibility..."

Poppy breathed a sigh of relief. Who would want to be a substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts? That's a cursed job.

"But he might not have the energy to attend Potions class, so on his recommendation, you will be teaching Potions class for the next two weeks."

Poppy: ...

"No, teacher, I'm only eleven years old, and I'm still a first-grader..."

"Poppy, your achievements in the field of potions are undeniable; calling you a potions master wouldn't be an exaggeration. Wasn't your Merlin Medal awarded to you precisely because of your potions achievements? You're the one everyone wants to be the substitute teacher!"

Bobby really wanted to cry: her mother, McGonagall, told her that all her schoolwork had been canceled, but her happiness lasted less than ten minutes before an even bigger burden fell on her shoulders.

I'm only eleven years old! How can you exploit a minor like this without feeling any remorse?

Although being called a professor is a little satisfying, it can't heal the wounds in my heart... so, I have to pay more.

"I'm willing to be a substitute teacher, but you have to guarantee that I won't have any extra lessons this school year! If you can't do that, I'd rather die than be a substitute teacher!"

At this moment, Phoenix Fox also betrayed its master, perching on Bobby's shoulder and croaking loudly at Dumbledore, seemingly denouncing his exploitation of Bobby.

Dumbledore chuckled and then replied, "Alright, I'll grant your request on behalf of your godparents. You won't have any classes this school year!"

"Great!" Bobby scooped Fox into his arms and jumped three feet high.

Dumbledore's expression changed.

"Bobby, why has your hair color changed?"

Chapter 18 Disguised as Magus

Bobby was taken aback. His hair had changed color?

With a flick of her little finger, a piece of parchment on the principal's desk flew into her hand. However, the parchment began to deform while it was still in the air, and by the time it reached Bobby's hand, it had become a mirror.

She looked at herself in the mirror; her originally wine-red hair had turned fiery red, as vibrant as Fox's feathers.

She put down the mirror and said blankly, "Teacher, I don't know what happened either."

Just as she was speaking, her fiery red hair turned purple again.

Dumbledore's lips twitched. He hadn't noticed before, but now he had seen the whole process of the hair changing color.

"Poppy, do you know, there's a type of person in this world called the Disguise Magus..."

"I know, but I've lived to be eleven and never tried face-changing, and I even learned Animagus techniques, so how could I be a Disguise Magus?"

Dumbledore held the mirror up again, and Bobby glanced at it and was completely astonished.

The fiery red color just now could be explained by the lighting, since it was all red, but now it's turned a deep purple!

Poppy is a very realistic person. If she were a disguised Magus, that wouldn't be bad, would it?

She focused her mind, imagining herself as Harry. The next moment, in Dumbledore's eyes, her features began to distort, gradually losing their original appearance.

A moment later, a Harry Potter sat down in front of him.

"A spectacular transformation!"

Dumbledore raised the mirror again.

Bobby smiled happily and returned to normal.

"Hehe, I'll just use Snape's face to go to class, that'll save me a lot of trouble!"

The working class has a working spirit; they start worrying about work even before they start their jobs.

Bobby left in high spirits. She had plenty of reasons to be happy. First, she had traded half a month of hard work for a relaxed academic year. Second, she was actually a disguised Magus, which was a great thing.

Bobby skipped away—forgive her, even if someone was a purebred man eleven years ago, if they've been a little girl for a long time, they'll naturally live like a little girl.

Dumbledore's face darkened, and he fell into deep thought.

He was absolutely certain that before Bobby's outburst, she was not disguised as a Magus, and there wasn't even the slightest sign of it.

Throughout the long history of the wizarding world, no one has ever suddenly become a disguised Magus.

This was likely related to Poppy's bloodline reversion, which made Dumbledore even more worried. Yesterday's battle in the Forbidden Forest had made Dumbledore even more wary of Poppy's bloodline. Just how powerful was this ancestor that allowed a young girl to confront him head-on?

He was Dumbledore! The strongest white wizard of the day, and he even used the Elder Wand that day! Although he was afraid of hurting Poppy and held back at every turn, judging from the attack power Poppy displayed, there were only a handful of people in the entire wizarding world who could rival her!

The stronger the bloodline, the more dangerous Poppy becomes, because she can't control it.

Bobby excitedly flew towards Professor McGonagall's office. He was just like a little kid eager to show off his report card to his parents.

Poppy flew down the corridor, creating a strong gust of wind that caused the little witches on both sides to scream and cover themselves with their wizard robes. Wizard robes were indeed convenient to wear, but no one knew what kind of random things wizards wore under them...

“Mama McGonagall!”

There was still an hour before McGonagall's class, and she was currently organizing her lesson plan.

"Bobby, honey, what's wrong?"

"Hahahaha," the little girl's silvery laughter made McGonagall smile as well. "I'm disguised as Magus now!"

Poppy stood in the center of the office, transforming herself into Hermione, then Jady, and finally Snape.

However, it still looked a bit odd to have Snape's face on the body of a little girl.