The King of Flags at Hogwarts

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry greeted her. "Hello, Miss Indigo!"

The two squeezed next to Hermione, and Harry asked, pressing his ear to Hermione's chest, "Cousin Bobby, are you going to participate in the Quidditch Cup this year?"

Feifei glared at Harry with her emerald-green eyes: "As the savior, shouldn't you be thinking more about Voldemort's return?"

Jade glanced at Harry. This boy was Voldemort's destined enemy in the prophecy, but now Voldemort was someone else, and her brother from the Li family didn't count.

Harry was taken aback, then shook his head: "What kind of savior am I? I used to think that defeating Voldemort was my goal, but now, no matter how you look at it, you are more like the savior, cousin."

He shook off his frustration, his eyes lighting up again: "Cousin, even if you don't participate in the competition, could you be our coach?"

Bobby was about to speak when he suddenly remembered his tendency to jinx things, and he abruptly stopped himself from saying what was about to come out.

She thought about it carefully, then deliberately scrambled the word order and spit out the words one by one: "Ben, no, Quidditch, school year, competition, of."

Harry was completely confused, so Hermione translated for him:

There are no Quidditch matches this school year.

Bobby laughed and said, "Well, that's not what I said."

Why?

Poppy waved her paw impatiently. "You'll find out soon enough. Professor Dumbledore will definitely announce it at the dinner tonight."

She shifted her position in Hermione's arms and stretched comfortably: "Do you think the teacher wouldn't show up for something as big as the Death Eaters' surprise attack on the World Cup?"

World icon Bobby Evans shamelessly said, "Firstly, because he believed that with my strength, mere Death Eaters couldn't possibly cause any trouble."

Secondly, he had other things to do.

Harry: I told you, I'm not the savior.

Chapter 102 Avalon and the Bureau of Mysteries

The door to the private room opened again; this was probably the umpteenth wave of little wizards today.

Poppy thought she was incredibly wise to transform herself into Animagus form.

Just then, a snack cart passed by the private room.

Ron shouted, "Don't close the door yet! We need to buy some snacks!"

After apologizing, the young wizards bowed and left.

The auntie selling snacks stopped, her face beaming with smiles.

Ron stood up. "The snacks are on me today. What would you like to eat?"

Harry and Hermione looked at Ron in astonishment. Had Ron Weasley, the stingy one, changed his ways today?!

Ron glanced at Bobby furtively; the magical creature, its entire body radiating silver light, hadn't moved an inch.

The young man sighed inwardly, took out two Galleons he had borrowed from George and Fred, and said somewhat dejectedly, "Just a little of everything..."

Ron's attempt to display the feathers failed, but Jady found a new topic of conversation.

“I don’t quite understand. Isn’t Rita Skeeter known for making things up? But look at this article, it’s full of praise and states the facts.”

Hermione took the newspaper, and the huge spread of photos of the Steel Angels dancing made Bobby close her eyes in pain.

Hermione exclaimed, “Really! In the next article about the Death Eaters, she’ll smear Fudge and Scrimgeour to the point of being completely worthless… Hmm, look at this passage: ‘The incompetent Scrimgeour must have had an improper relationship with Fudge, otherwise how could he have held the position of Chief of Staff of the Auror Office for so many years?’”

Bobby explained with his eyes closed, "What's so hard to understand? Galleons + sticks, this woman is already mine."

A few months ago at Rita Skeeter's home, Bobby transformed a piece of parchment into a beetle just like Skeeter's, and then casually crushed it into dust.

Skeeter stared at the Galleons on the table, trembling with fear. Bobby would probably never forget that extremely distorted face.

Everyone was talking about topics that Ron couldn't understand, and even Harry could chime in, but he was the only one who stayed by a pile of snacks, eating them all by himself.

Hermione glanced at Ron with some disdain. His face had matured a bit, and he was tall and thin, but his personality was still like that of a ten-year-old child.

The voices of the young wizards could be heard again outside the private room.

"Impossible! How could it be that Miss Evans couldn't be found even on the entire Hogwarts Express!"

"I heard she's Harry Potter's cousin!"

"I just saw Harry Potter go into this box!"

"By the way, I remember Miss Evans is an Animagus?"

Animagus?

"Yes, she can transform into animals!"

"Really! I just saw that senior student holding a cat-like animal in her arms, it was so pretty."

"That must be Miss Evans!"

Bobby sighed. She really was Hagrid's best friend for life: smart people are the worst!

"Hermione, Jady, Harry, I'm going now."

Ron: …………

Am I not a person anymore?

As soon as Bobby finished speaking, Fei Fei disappeared silently into Hermione's arms.

The door opened, and all the young wizards turned to look at Hermione.

Crookshanks, whom Hermione had just pulled into her arms, meowed twice in dissatisfaction and struggled to jump out of Hermione's embrace...

Bobby reappeared in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"Master Dumbledore!"

Bobby jumped onto the sofa, and Fox chirped happily, flying onto her shoulder.

Dumbledore looked at Poppy with a smile and said, "Whether she's awake or asleep, it's Poppy's world!"

Poppy: ...

(╬◣д◢)

ヽ(｀Д')ノ︵ ┻━┻ ┻━┻

Bobby vanished in a flash, along with Fox and the sofa, leaving Dumbledore completely bewildered.

The principals from previous years in the picture frame burst into laughter. Every time Xiao Bobi came, they experienced unprecedented joy.

Two minutes later, Bobby returned to the principal's office.

"Teacher, I'm warning you! If you mention that again, I'll get angry!"

“Hahaha,” Dumbledore laughed to cover his embarrassment, “I’ll listen to you, I’ll listen to you.”

Bobby pulled Fox into his arms and said seriously, "I should have come to see you after the World Cup, but then I thought it wasn't anything urgent..."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. "So, while the matter isn't urgent, it's very important?"

Bobby nodded: "Yes, everyone thinks I was cursed with a green joke during the World Cup final, but I'm here to tell you that the one who cast that spell was Barty Crouch Jr."

"Avada Kedavra?" Dumbledore was no longer calm.

"Yes, I was hit by an Avada Kedavra."

The old wizard immediately stood up. "Are you alright?"

Bobby shook his head, indicating to the teacher not to be nervous. "I'm fine, just a little scared."

Dumbledore's heart pounded wildly. Thank goodness Bobby was sitting safely in front of him! Otherwise, he would have experienced the pain of loss again.

"At that moment, I felt a sense of disorientation, and my soul went to the world of the dead."

"The world of the dead?"

"Yes, the world of the dead, it's a black and white world. Although I can't see it, I know there's a place full of color, a place that's calling to me."

"Avalon?"

"Yes, Fukushima on the other side, the final resting place, I think Avalon must be in the world of the dead."

Dumbledore thought for a moment with great seriousness, then asked Bobby, "So how did you get back?"

"I don't know, I felt a huge pulling force, like the feeling of using a door key, and then I was back on the court."

Dumbledore nodded. "Since we don't know the reason, we should treat this as an isolated incident. You must not be foolish enough to run into the Killing Curse!"

Bobby retorted angrily, "Am I that kind of person?"

Dumbledore remained silent, quietly watching his beloved disciple.

Bobby's momentum weakened slightly: "I'm not that kind of person..."

Dumbledore remained silent.

Now even Bobby herself was starting to have doubts: "Am I like that?"

Dumbledore chuckled, "I wonder which little rascal it was that, after being bound by Transfiguration, never bothered to properly use the dispelling spell, always relying on brute force to break free..."

"Do you think this little rascal will still avoid Avada Kedavra and eat melons after he finds out he's immune to the Killing Curse?"

You're right, that little rascal might actually take Avada Kedavra head-on just to show off...

Bobby cleared his throat and asked Dumbledore, "Since we can't use the Killing Curse, how should we go to the world of the dead to find Avalon?"

Dumbledore asked Bobby, "Have you ever heard of the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic?"

Bobby nodded: "I know, the people who work there are called the Silent Ones, I even saw two during the World Cup final."

Dumbledore said, “In the Department of Mysteries, there is a large hall called the Hall of the Dead. There is an ancient archway there. It is said that behind the archway lies the world of the dead, and no one who has walked through the veil and through the archway has ever returned alive.”

Bobby tilted his head: "Do you know the origin of this archway?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "We'll have to ask the Silent Ones at the Ministry when we have time."

He glanced at the eager Bobby and added, "Given the danger of that door, I think you shouldn't recklessly try to cross it. It would be as foolish as trying to physically take Avada Kedavra's life."

Bobby sniffed. "Okay, whatever you say."

At this moment, Headmistress Delis Devant in the portrait reminded him, "Dumbledore, I think you should go down now. There are just too many new students this year, and the Sorting Ceremony is two hours earlier than usual."