The King of Flags at Hogwarts

The Ministry of Magic? I want to report this!

Grindelwald, the great-uncle, smiled smugly at the little girl and said, "Since I am your grandfather, I naturally have to take responsibility for you."

Bobby's face was full of resistance; she didn't want him to take responsibility for her!

However, the weak and helpless Poppy was powerless to resist the clutches of the Black and White Demon Kings.

“Starting today, you will have to attend practical training sessions with me every night. Albus, you’ve been too lenient with Bobby; you should also help with her training sessions.”

Poppy: Thank you, but I don't need any sparring! If I got serious, believe me, I'd beat you to a pulp!

At this moment, the little diary forgotten on the desk trembled. What on earth was happening outside? Why were there two other enormous and despair-inducing magical forces besides that monster?

He's just a sixteen-year-old kid!

Chapter 63 Little Dragon and Poppy are sworn enemies

Bobby left the principal's office with mixed feelings.

“Albus,” Gellert Grindelwald pointed to the diary on the table, “are you still going to continue grooming that Harry Potter?”

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking over his glasses at Grindelwald. "It's because of that prophecy," he said, picking up the diary and weighing it in his hand. "Aren't you the one who believes in prophecies the most?"

Grindelwald tilted his head slightly. "What waves can that little brat make? In two years, when Bobby grows up... no, not even two years. Right now, with the three of us here, that good-for-nothing has no chance of winning."

“You’re just too proud, Gellert. Don’t underestimate anyone,” Dumbledore laughed. “Since that prophecy is already half-fulfilled, let’s assume it will really come true. After all, raising a child doesn’t take much effort.”

"Whatever..." Grindelwald reverted to Gale Depp's appearance. "It's lunchtime, I'm going downstairs. What about you?"

Dumbledore replied irrelevantly, "Whose face is that anyway? It looks really uncomfortable."

"I just sculpted it randomly."

"You look better the way you always have. You've aged a bit, but you're still pleasing to the eye."

"Before you criticize others, look in the mirror yourself. At least my hair isn't completely white."

"Hehe," Dumbledore chuckled, handing the diary to Grindelwald. "I'll have to trouble you with this. You're more skilled in dark magic, so could you make the fragments of soul inside forget everything that happened here today?"

Grindelwald took the diary. "What do you plan to do?"

"This diary seems to be specifically designed for Harry. We should just hand it to him."

"What's the reason?"

How was the Christmas gift from the anonymous person?

"Hehe, that kid is really unlucky to have a principal like you."

Grindelwald looked out the window; it was raining heavily outside. It had been drizzling for the past two days, but today it was exceptionally heavy.

"Oh, Albus, the rain is so heavy today, is it because of what happened this morning?"

"It shouldn't be."

"I hate rain... Look, there are kids practicing Quidditch. It's good to be young."

Looking out the window at the Quidditch pitch, everything was blurry in the heavy rain, but you could still vaguely make out the colors of the robes, reminiscent of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"They're Gryffindor kids. It seems the Slytherin squad is under a lot of pressure with their new gear this year. I heard Lucius Malfoy equipped the whole squad with Nimbus 2001s. He really went all out."

“Hmm…rich?” Grindelwald suddenly remembered what Bobby had just said, “It’s not that you become rich because you have power, but that you become powerful because you are rich…” He nodded, “Although it’s a bit one-sided, it makes a lot of sense.”

Harry returned to the castle, starving and eager to get to the Great Hall for a meal, but he was covered in mud. He pulled out his wand, intending to clean himself up.

"Oh, look at you, Harry Potter! You're a muddy monkey, you've made a mess of the hallway!"

Argus Filch strode over, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. Although it was just a few mud spots, he had indeed dirtied the corridor.

"Is your captain crazy? Training in this heavy rain?"

Filch muttered, pulling out his wand. "Clean it up!"

The mud spots on the walls and floor, and the mud on Harry's body, vanished instantly.

Filch is the oldest of this year's freshmen, but he is one of the top students academically.

In the past, Harry would have been punished for dirtying the castle. But now, Filch patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Hungry? Come to the Great Hall for dinner!"

Harry was a little confused; Filch wasn't like this last school year.

He ran quickly to the auditorium, where Ron had already saved him a seat.

"Hey Harry, come quick!" Ron waved his arms vigorously. "We have roast duck today!"

Harry hurried over and sat down next to Ron. Looking at the plates of sliced ​​duck with skin, warm-colored noodles, and various side dishes on the table, Harry's mouth watered uncontrollably. The resentment and fatigue accumulated during the rain training vanished instantly.

A deathly silence fell over the Slytherin table. Having lost two hundred points at noon, their house was now at the bottom. Looking at the other houses' high scores, the little snakes had absolutely no interest in speaking.

However, there were exceptions. Draco Malfoy pointed at the Gryffindor table and said, "Ha! Those idiots have no chance of winning this season! Training in the rain? What good is that!"

Malfoy proudly tilted his head back, "My dad gave every member of our college team a Nimbus 2001!"

He was actually saying this to Matilda Rozier, who was sitting diagonally across from him.

Matilda remained expressionless, simply wrapping the roast duck in dough with elegance.

She took one bite, closed her eyes in comfort, and took a deep breath. Delicious!

Malfoy swallowed hard. This woman was stunning! Miss Indigo was best avoided, but this one would be alright, wouldn't she? Malfoy and Rozier, what a perfect match!

Draco wasn't particularly interested in girls at first. However, after experiencing heartbreak in his first year and being forbidden by his father from getting involved with Jady, his proud personality and rebellious nature suddenly made him develop a strong interest in the opposite sex.

Rosier moved, and the goddess of Slytherin rose to her feet.

Not only Malfoy, but most of the Slytherin boys followed Matilda's movements with their eyes.

Only after Matilda left the auditorium did the boys' attention return to the dining table.

"Where are the duck rolls I just wrapped? Who did this?!"

As Matilda stepped out of the auditorium, she ran into Bobby.

Bobby hummed a little tune as she walked briskly.

Although there will be endless fights every night starting today, she is clearly in a pretty good mood because of something else.

“Miss Bobby!” Matilda called out to Bobby.

"Oh, it's Rozier. What's up?"

"What is that necklace you're wearing...?"

Bobby paused, looked down, and exclaimed, "Oh, it's this."

“It was given to me by my grandfather, um, Professor Gail Depp.”

Matilda was shocked, no less than by an 18-magnitude earthquake.

She struggled to suppress the urge to kneel down and gave a slight bow.

"Young Master!"

"Stop fooling around, Miss Rozier."

Matilda said very seriously, "But..."

“Hey,” Bobby patted her on the shoulder, “this is a school.”

Matilda Rozier's return caused a stir at the Slytherin table.

She followed Bobby Evans to the Ravenclaw table and sat down next to Jady Indigo.

This left the little snakes extremely conflicted. Today, their own dean had angrily deducted two hundred points from the academy, and those three were the trigger and the informants…

"Why are you so late?" Jady placed a wrapped duck roll on Bobby's plate.

"Well, I talked to the teacher for a while," Bobby mumbled, stuffing a duck roll into his mouth. "I'm afraid I won't be able to get any rest before bed anymore."

Jady said with a hint of schadenfreude, "Did the principal assign those assignments to you again?"

Bobby shook his head: "No, it was another shameless old man bullying me."

How can you so easily insult others?

"Hmph, cursing him is too mild. That old rogue went to the British government's database and changed the information, making him my grandfather... Can you believe it?"

Jady covered her mouth. "He took advantage of you, and you just let it go? You've never been one to suffer even the slightest loss."

Bobby was somewhat frustrated: "We can't beat them."

In her heart, she thought that if she uttered "Abba Gunthuras Luces", then it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

"Is it Professor Depp?"

Daiyu was incredibly clever and guessed it right away.

"It's him."

As they were talking, Matilda quietly wrapped a duck roll and placed it on Bobby's plate, acting just like a little maid.

This scene broke the hearts of the Slytherin boys.

Bobby Evans! Who gave you the audacity to act so recklessly and arrogantly! Matilda is our goddess!

Draco glared at Poppy and crushed the duck roll he had just rolled up, getting sweet bean sauce all over his hands.

Snape, sitting on the professor's bench, witnessed everything. His godson glared at his beloved goddaughter—was this a rebellion? Anyway, with no hope of winning the House Cup this year, he might as well cut back on his spending!

"Draco Malfoy wasted food, Slytherin lose five points."

Chapter 64 A Different Halloween

Bobby has been sleeping at Flitwick's dad's house every night for the past few days.

Grindelwald, an old man, lacked any sense of morality and bullied a twelve-year-old girl.

It's okay, Flitwick's father was a dueling champion when he was young, I want my godfather to teach me!

Tomorrow is Halloween, hopefully nothing weird will happen this year? Bobby racked his brains to think if he had missed anything, and found that this year's Halloween might actually be a good one.