Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

When in doubt, talk about metaphysics.

Of course, Malfoy couldn't explain how he knew the name of the Sorting Hat. After all, it involved his biggest secret.

With Dumbledore's "cunningness", even if Malfoy gave a random reason, he would expose it on the spot.

Only by turning the matter into an area that no one is familiar with can it be fooled.

Does Lao Deng know divination?

Maybe you know a little bit about the principles, but you're definitely not proficient in it. After all, this is magic that only talented people can play.

In the original work, Trelawney's prophecies about her occasional convulsions were accurate, but her usual performance in class was indeed a bit unsatisfactory...

Just one secret: cheat, keep cheating.

But Lao Deng still valued Trelawney. After all, Voldemort's failure was based on the professor's divine prophecy.

So even though she had not produced any teaching results for so many years, Dumbledore still allowed her to hang out in the school with peace of mind.

So, after brainstorming for a while, Malfoy finally found someone to blame.

That is divination.

What the divination revealed has nothing to do with Malfoy.

He is just a middleman.

Facing Dumbledore's questioning look, Malfoy thought for a while before continuing:

"That's right. Ever since we first met at the opening banquet, I have felt like old friends with the Sorting Hat. There seems to be a strange fate pulling me. I was thinking that maybe a funny...wise man like Mr. Hat, There must be some unknown legendary story

So, I followed the method in the book and gave him a fortune telling. Oh, I just tested the meaning of fate, and then I got the word "Haim" from the river of fate. The rest was because I didn't practice enough. ...I say this, do you understand?”

Dumbledore's eyes widened and he watched silently as Malfoy made up a lie, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

After a moment of silence, he pushed up his glasses and said with a strange expression:

"I probably understand. Can I ask what specific rituals you use for divination? I know about gadgets like crystal balls, cards or tea leaves, but as for Eastern divination... I'm a little curious. .”

Malfoy tilted his head, thought for a moment, and then said seriously: "Look at the face."

"what"

Malfoy: "Don't you understand? It's about inferring a person's past and future based on their appearance."

Dumbledore: "...That's really magical."

After being stunned for a moment, Dumbledore glanced at the Sorting Hat with a solemn expression:

"Although it's rude to say this, can you really tell anything about a hat's appearance?"

Malfoy had cold sweat on his forehead, Professor, why are you so serious?

Of course he knows that a little shabby hat can't tell anything.

But isn’t it nonsense now? I can only bite the bullet and make it up.

"Don't look at Mr. Heim's wrinkled face and his lack of appearance. In fact, according to Eastern divination, it can also be applied."

As he spoke, Malfoy put his hand into the hat and tried his best to lift him up, so that the three slits were clearly pointed at the person.

You can barely tell what a ghost looks like.

"That's it." Dumbledore seemed to understand. Then he glanced at Malfoy with his eyes and said leisurely: "I wonder if Mr. Malfoy can take a look at it for me. To be honest, I'm also quite curious about my own fate. of."

"This..." Malfoy froze.

He really didn't expect Lao Deng to come out like this, he was going to ruin the situation.

Principal, you are a pioneer in teaching and educating people. Feudal superstition is not advisable.

"Headmaster, I'm not good at academics. I can't do it." Malfoy could only refuse politely.

Otherwise, what should he say? Principal, you will fall off the tower and die in Part [-].

Said that in the fifth part you will be wanted by the Ministry of Magic

Can't say anything, dare not say anything.

Dumbledore was not angry after being rejected, he still smiled and said:

"That's a pity, but Mr. Malfoy is so talented at divination, I think you will be able to chat with Sybil."

"Who"

Dumbledore said: "She is the Divination professor at Hogwarts. In your third year, you may be able to take her course."

Oh, it turned out to be Trelawney, and then Malfoy knew who Dumbledore was talking about.

It’s just that he is a real fake magic stick. When meeting a half-truth and half-false guy who only makes accurate predictions at critical moments, there may be something in common.

It depends on who is better at deceiving.

Dumbledore continued:

"I am very interested in the Eastern divination you mentioned. I wonder if you can lend me this book to read for a few days.

Please don't get me wrong, I don't mean to learn, I'm just curious. "

Malfoy's expression was confused: "I'm really sorry. One cold winter day, I didn't pay attention. My father took this book and threw it into the fireplace to burn."

Dumbledore: "....That's such a pity."

"Who says it isn't?" Malfoy sighed, beating his chest.

Without paying attention to Malfoy, the dramatist, Dumbledore had a look of memories in his eyes.

"The mysterious East. Before I settled down, I once traveled there and met some Eastern wizards. Oh, of course they are not called wizards there, but a group of strange people called practitioners. ."

"Have you ever been to China?" Malfoy was a little shocked.

What happened was never mentioned in the original work. Lao Deng had quite a lot of experience.

I don’t know which year I went there, maybe there was still a war at that time.

"It happened a long time ago. At that time, in order to pursue the true meaning of magic, I did a lot of crazy things and went to many places. It was some interesting experiences."

"You have to tell me about it when you have time, I'm quite interested..." Malfoy looked at it eagerly, like a cat whose curiosity was aroused.

Dumbledore smiled: "There will be a chance, Mr. Malfoy, but right now, we seem to have other things to do."

"what"

Dumbledore waved to Malfoy, then walked to his desk, pulled out a piece of paper full of words from under the quill and handed it to Malfoy.

With a puzzled look on his face, Malfoy took the piece of paper and brought it up to his eyes. He saw that the handwriting on it was still very new, and it was obvious that it had just been written.

Looking at the content again, Malfoy discovered to his surprise that it was a sick leave application form, which was a request for leave, with Dumbledore's name already signed at the end.

And it was written for Malfoy in the name of Lucius.

After Malfoy finished reading, he suddenly looked up at Dumbledore, as if he didn't understand what happened.

Dumbledore looked calm and slowly explained:

"I'm really sorry. After chatting for so long, I forgot to ask about your physical condition. After all, that was the reason why I came to you in the first place.

Your father heard about you, but he complained a lot to the school board. If he hadn't been involved in other things now, he might be in Hogwarts now, accusing me of failing to take good care of him. Where is my son?

But although he didn't come, he sent this thing. I have signed it. You can take it to Minerva and she will help you arrange the procedures for temporarily suspending school. "

After staring at the paper in his hand in silence for a long time, Malfoy smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to the principal. I'm much better now. Don't worry about it. My father also cares about me too much."

Now Malfoy understood what had happened, but he handed the leave request back again.

"However, I can't have this thing. Can you please tell my father that I feel very good now and don't need to ask for leave."

"This is not something I can do. Your father will not listen to me. Mr. Malfoy, you have to tell him personally." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Malfoy slapped his head and said so.

Yesterday, he wanted the police chief to come to him to get the letter, but this happened and the letter was not written.

Just in time, let’s reply together now to save you the trouble.

"You are right, I will write a letter when I get back."

Dumbledore nodded, took the leave request from Malfoy, glanced at it, and said to himself:

"Actually, I don't agree with your father's approach. After all, education is something that cannot be ignored. No one can guarantee how much precious time you will miss when you are not at Hogwarts, but I can't dismiss a father's beloved son. But since you have made your choice, I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Malfoy was silent. He suddenly wanted to get the leave request back, because he suddenly thought that there would be a lot of shit happening at Hogwarts in the future, and maybe he could use this escape method to avoid seeing it. To be pure.

After thinking about it, he still gave up.

After all, leave requests are also time-limited.

"Headmaster, if nothing happens, I will go back first," Malfoy asked tentatively.

Dumbledore nodded: "Please help yourself. In addition, if you have any questions about life next time, you can come and consult me."

"Okay, thank you principal..." Malfoy looked embarrassed, put down his hat and left quickly.

Just as his figure disappeared behind the door.

Dumbledore murmured:

"A funny little guy."

"It's rare to learn Occlumency at this age, so why don't you tell me, Mr. Hat, no, I should call you Heim now."

The tip of the Sorting Hat moved, and for the first time, Dumbledore saw an embarrassed expression on a hat.

"Albus, it's a secret..."