The King of Flags at Hogwarts

You, a Potions Master of your stature, don't you have anything else to do? Not only did you diss me at school, but you even followed me to my home? What grudge do you hold against me?

In fact, Snape had no choice but to come.

Nobody knows whether Morgana can still possess Poppy. If no one is by her side, she'll have nowhere to turn if something happens.

They cannot expect a small bracelet to solve all their problems.

Bursting into his own villa, Bobby gave Servi a bear hug. This bear was not a brown bear, nor a black bear, but a koala.

Selby chuckled and put Bobby down: "She's all grown up now, you can't do that anymore, Daddy can't carry her anymore."

Bobby chuckled, "Dad, talking like that will offend girls, you know. I'm not heavy at all!"

Selby's face stiffened, he shook his head with a wry smile, patted his daughter's shoulder, and greeted Snape as he stepped through the door.

"Severus!"

Snape and Selby exchanged pleasantries, while Harry sneaked in from outside like a thief.

"Harry!"

“Uncle Selvi…”

Harry's expression was extremely unnatural. Snape snorted and said to Selby, "I'm going up now. Dinner will be ready soon. Just have your house-elf let me know."

"Yes, Severus, would you like some wine with dinner?"

"No, Selvi, you know me."

"Yes, yes, a potions master cannot tolerate the destructive effects of alcohol on their brain..."

Harry Potter finally breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Snape disappear behind the stairs.

Selvi patted him on the shoulder. "Harry, as a man, I don't think you should avoid Severus. If there's any misunderstanding, I think you should talk to him face to face."

"Okay, Uncle..." Harry lowered his head and went back to his room.

Bobby had already put down his luggage, and the phantom moved down.

"Dad, where's Mom?"

Selvi laughed and said, "Didn't your mother have a class reunion last time? One of her classmates, Emily Bloom, wanted to open an ice cream shop in London. Your mother learned a couple of Chinese food and dessert recipes from you, and on a whim, she decided to partner with her to open the shop."

"Open a shop?"

"Yes, she's very busy now and hasn't been home for over a month."

Selvi slapped his forehead. "Look at my memory! Wait a minute, your mother left you a letter."

Selvi went to the study and came out a moment later, handing Bobby a letter.

Bobby took it. The letter was on Christine's usual light purple matte paper, the pale purple creating a pleasant atmosphere.

Upon opening the letter, Christine's beautiful cursive handwriting immediately caught the eye.

Dear Bobby:

You won't see me again this summer, aren't you happy?

"No need to deny it, Selvi told me everything. I heard you had a blast during the Christmas holidays?"

The image of her mother spanking her flashed through her mind, and Bobby couldn't help but clench her thighs together. It didn't hurt, but it was so embarrassing.

"Actually, when I learned that you possessed wealth at such a young age that many people couldn't earn in several lifetimes, I was completely relieved. You are truly my pride!"

But Mom also wants to be Bobby's pride, so she wants to pursue her own career and try to build her own business empire. Can Bobby understand Mom?

Your father isn't good at taking care of people, so you need to take good care of yourself.

I've taken out all your summer clothes and washed them; they're in the third to fifth drawers of that pink wardrobe.

You sweat easily, so remember to wash and change your clothes frequently, don't be lazy!

You've never washed the back of your ears since you were little! Now that you have magic powers, it's just a matter of a tap. Remember to clean them thoroughly. If the boy you like sees your ears covered in dirt in the future, you'll lose him!

…………………… "

Bobby skimmed through the text. Christine was only in her thirties, and she was already so long-winded?

“It’s clear that Harry respects and relies on you a lot; this kind of affection is very rare. He’s a poor child, so don’t keep teasing him.”

Severus is a trustworthy person. If your father can't solve a problem, be sure to consult him.

Okay, that's all for now.

Actually, Mom has a phone in her office, so you can contact her anytime. Haha, doesn't it feel like you've wasted all that reading?

The reason for this letter is that Mom hasn't written in a long time; many of the letters in the drawer have yellowed, so she suddenly felt like writing these words. Even if we were rolling in money, we shouldn't waste it, don't you think, my dearest daughter?

The faint scent of perfume wafted from the letter, but it couldn't soothe the throbbing veins on Bobby's forehead. He'd found the source of his mischievous nature—it had to be Christine!

Selby called from the study, "Bobby! Come quick, your mother's on the phone, she wants to see you!"

Chapter 73 The Safest Place (Part 1)

"Gellert, when are you planning to leave?"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and asked somewhat absentmindedly.

Grindelwald shook his head: "I'm no longer a professor at Hogwarts, but I think I can stay a few more days."

He walked from the window toward Fox's bird stand, wanting to tease the phoenix, but Fox turned his back on him.

When are you going to tell the little one the truth?

Dumbledore was taken aback. "What truth?"

"The truth behind her so-called prophecy!"

Dumbledore was puzzled. "Gellert, what are you talking about?"

Grindelwald looked incredulous and quickly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"You didn't even realize the true nature of that child's prophecy? Where is that wise Albus Dumbledore?"

"Just say what you want to say. Where did you learn this bad habit?"

Grindelwald laughed heartily. "Does everyone think that Bobby Evans's prophecies only come true, the good ones don't, and the bad ones always point to a bad ending? Is that true?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"But have you carefully analyzed the prophecies she made?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and began to think.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, his expression somewhat strange: "I don't quite understand, what do you mean..."

Grindelwald picked up his coffee from the table and took a sip, smugly: "The results of those prophecies seem bad, but if you look closely, the ultimate beneficiary will definitely be that little girl Bobby herself."

Dumbledore closed his eyes again and began to sort through the "prophecies" that Bobby had made over the years.

Bobby predicted she wouldn't be late for the Ministry of Magic meeting, but she was. However, the next day, when she was told not to make such predictions about the future so easily, the little girl laughed uproariously; clearly, the incident pleased her. To Bobby, such harmless little predictions were just a prank, a prank that made her happy.

Bobby predicted she would attend Queen Edburgh's School, and ended up moving into Hogwarts immediately. While this seemed to deprive her of a happy primary school life, it gave her an achievement that many people could never attain in their entire lives.

Poppy predicted that breakfast would be delicious that day, but the house-elf's cooking was far from satisfactory. Poppy then said something that made Snape feel like she was a confidante, and thus she became his goddaughter.

Poppy predicted that the pure-blood families would arrive at Hogwarts smoothly and that those families would not go bankrupt, and the outcome is well known. As a result, she became an oligarch who controlled the economic lifeline of the English wizarding world.

Poppy's strange abilities, gained through prophecy, especially that magic-suppressing space, are beyond belief. Within that space, she can apparite and wield magically powered superhuman strength—it's utterly absurd!

Bobby predicted that "stuffing a stick in your front teeth" wouldn't hurt anyone, but it dramatically increased the danger level of stuffing a stick in your front teeth, thus saving his cousin.

Bobby predicted that Hermione Granger would be first in her grade, but Granger was petrified by the Basilisk and missed her final exams, so she naturally became first in her grade.

Poppy predicted that basilisk meat would be delicious, but the legendary delicacy turned out to be utterly inedible. Yet, because of this, the enormous basilisk's flesh was preserved. Just a few days ago, Snape used the basilisk meat to develop an enhanced version of a body-strengthening potion, and only one person in the entire wizarding world has consumed this potion: Poppy himself.

Bobby's biggest prediction to date is the romance between Voldemort and Lin Daiyu. The consequences of this unreliable prediction are enormous and far-reaching.

Voldemort himself underwent an incredible adventure, his soul was repaired, and his personality underwent some changes. The most direct benefit to Poppy was that her "Grand Vision" finally had a visible leader.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore was surprised to find that, just as Grindelwald had said, Bobby would ultimately benefit from all the prophecies she made, regardless of the outcome.

Dumbledore opened his eyes, nodded, and said to Grindelwald, "Gellert, you are right. All of Bobby's prophecies have benefited her, or at least have not harmed her."

"Tell the little girl, so she can avoid a lot of detours."

“No, Gellert,” Dumbledore shook his head, “we can’t tell her now. Although Bobby seems very precocious, she is only twelve years old. If she knows the truth of her prophecy, she will definitely lose control and abuse this power. I don’t think that would be a good thing.”

Grindelwald nodded. "You're her teacher, so you're in charge."

He then exclaimed, "This ability is almost divine..."

Suddenly, Grindelwald frowned. "Albus, it seems I'll have to leave early."

Dumbledore asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

“Your Hogwarts is touted as the safest place, but in my opinion it is full of flaws. Now someone has broken into the castle and is coming this way.”

Dumbledore looked at the portraits of the past headmasters, and the group of lovely old men nodded in agreement, indicating that Grindelwald was right.

"Alright, alright, remember to take good care of yourself when you get back to Nurmengard."

"Hahaha, before it was because I was heartbroken, but now that I have my precious granddaughter, I am ready to see with my own eyes how she leads the wizarding world back to the top of the world."

After saying that, Grindelwald winked playfully and disappeared from the principal's office.

The next moment, there was a loud knocking on the principal's office door.

Cornelius Fudge's voice came through: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I know you're in there. Please open the door!"

The door opened, and Fudge strode in with Rufus Sterlinger, the Auror's chief of staff.

Fudge glanced around the headmaster's office before forcing a smile: "Headmaster Dumbledore, it's been a while."

“No, Cornelius, we just met at the Ministry of Magic last week, remember?”

“Of course, of course, we were discussing Grindelwald’s infiltration into England,” Fudge said, changing the subject. “But I received intelligence that someone had seen Grindelwald himself inside Hogwarts Castle.”

The greatest white wizard stood up, his height of about 1.9 meters making him a full head taller than Fudge. Under the oppressive aura of the White Wizard, Fudge looked even shorter.

"So you led men to infiltrate Hogwarts and had the Aurors search the castle extensively? You suspect Hogwarts is harboring criminals? Mr. Fudge, Grindelwald was only imprisoned because I defeated him!"

"Oh, no, no, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just worried about the students' safety."