Chapter 20 Late Admission Notice
Rolf said that he was not doing this for money, but just to make friends, but he picked up a few more tail feathers from Fawkes' nest.
He was going to take them back to make a feather pen.
The feather pen made of phoenix tail feathers is warm in winter and cool in summer, and has a built-in clearing function. It is a Firebolt among pens!
Of course, if there are any left, you can also ask Ollivander to make a batch of wands with Fawkes' tail feathers as the wand core, all of which are twin wand cores with Voldemort's yew wood wand.
In this way, when Voldemort is resurrected in the future, when Rolf fights him, due to the same wand core, the "flashback spell phenomenon" will automatically occur between the wands... Even if we are not Voldemort's opponent, we can force a 50-50 split.
It is simply a must-have item to save lives!
Dumbledore looked at Rolf picking up the tail feathers, and couldn't help but smile kindly.
He thought the boy was quite interesting, unlike Newt when he was a child, who was not talkative and a little autistic, and blushed after a few words of teasing.
The old man let go of the boy's hand on his shoulder, turned around, sat down on the chair, and motioned Rolf to sit down as well.
"I'm a little hungry after talking about this. How about a midnight snack, Rolf? Lemon ice cream or honey cake?"
"Eating too much sweets at night is bad for your teeth and makes you fat." Rolf shook his head and refused, "A cup of tea will do."
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it lightly. A rotating tea tray and a plate of ice cream immediately appeared in the air.
"I've had some pain in my right teeth recently, and Madam Pomfrey has warned me not to eat too many sweets, otherwise I'll get cavities."
Dumbledore picked up a piece of lemon ice cream, took a bite, and blinked, "But it's really delicious."
Rolf picked up the teacup with ice cracks, took a sip of tea, and advised: "If you don't fix a small hole, you'll suffer from a big hole. It's better to go see a doctor as soon as possible."
"The potions used to treat toothaches in the school hospital are all brewed by Professor Snape, but those potions..."
Dumbledore shook his head and deliberately lowered his voice, as if revealing an incredible secret.
"They all taste terrible."
Rolf raised his eyebrows. Even Dumbledore said it tasted terrible, so it really tasted terrible. It seems that he should be careful when going to the school hospital in the future.
The boy thought for a while and said, "In fact, you can change to other treatment methods."
The old man leaned forward and asked curiously, "What method?"
Rolf wanted to introduce his Celia Magical Animal Store, and then take the opportunity of treating Dumbledore's teeth to promote it among students through hardcore advertising.
Look, even Dumbledore came to me for treatment, why don’t you send your pet here quickly?
But Rolf suddenly remembered that he was a veterinarian and had offended the Sorting Hat and many old headmasters, so he had to take the current headmaster into consideration.
Otherwise, what if he was really expelled?
The boy had to cough and cleverly changed his words: "You can go to the Muggle clinic. Their modern medical care is actually beyond the imagination of many wizards."
"Hermione's father is a dentist. I heard that his medical skills are very good."
"Oh, Miss Hermione Granger? I will definitely go to her father when I have time!" Dumbledore looked at Rolf and suddenly asked: "You seem to admire Muggle things very much?"
"It's not admiration, but each has its own advantages and disadvantages." Rolf stretched out two fingers, pressed the thin sweet white transparent teacup, lowered his head and looked at the tea in the cup, and said softly:
"Many wizard magic is indeed convenient, such as the traceless extension spell, but there are many places that are far inferior to Muggle technology.
Just like Hogwarts, it is still using candles and oil lamps used in the Middle Ages today, while Muggles have entered the electrical age long ago.
The wizard's astronomical telescope can only observe the solar system, while Muggles can already detect galaxies billions of light years away..."
Hearing this, Dumbledore exclaimed softly, seeming a little surprised.
Children from wizard families are mostly arrogant and conceited towards Muggles. Even if they have some affection for Muggles, they will not take the initiative to learn about their lives and technology.
Even the Weasley family, who are famous for their love of Muggles, such as Arthur Weasley, only have a vague understanding of Muggles and have made many jokes.
Even their Muggle Research professor can't really tell the difference between a telephone and a recorder, but they can both make sounds.
Rolf was born in the Scamander family. He was so young, but he had such knowledge, which really surprised Dumbledore.
He was also in middle age, and after a series of changes, he decided to calm down and understand this group of equally great people.
The two chatted for a while, Rolf talked about Muggle technology, and Dumbledore talked about interesting anecdotes in the magic world, and both listened with relish.
Dumbledore has been carefully looking at the boy, seeing his calm expression and clear thinking. The old man nodded secretly, as if he had discovered an interesting existence.
After the chat, Rolf took out a golden letter from his arms. One end of the envelope was sealed with wax. There was an embossed wax seal on the wax, with a niffler pattern printed on it.
"Professor Dumbledore, this is the letter my grandfather asked me to bring to you."
This was also the first day of school, and Dumbledore asked Rolf to come to the office because he was a messenger.
The principal removed the wax seal, opened the envelope, and quickly browsed the contents of the secret letter, frowning gradually.
Rolf sat in a chair, silent, just drinking tea quietly. He didn't read the contents of the letter, but he knew what Newt wrote.
Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses, raised his head, and said slowly:
"Rolf, did you also go to the forests of Albania with Newt this summer?"
The boy nodded.
During the summer vacation, they accepted the invitation of the Albanian Ministry of Magic and went to the Albanian forest to investigate the cause of the mass death of animals.
Rove knew that it was Voldemort hiding in the forest who did it. He turned into a wandering spirit and attached himself to the animals, which would shorten their lifespans dramatically.
Of course, Rove also knew that Newt was sent by Dumbledore as his little spy to find out the news of the Dark Lord.
"By the way, I also met Professor Quirrell, who also entered the Albanian forest." Rove said.
"Well, I know." Dumbledore smiled and changed the subject: "When you returned to the UK from Romania, were you checked by the Ministry of Magic?"
"They checked my box, but didn't find any problems." Rove shrugged.
"Your grandfather should be blamed for this." Dumbledore said with a smile:
"Newt likes to run around with a bunch of magical creatures. He has been to several cities and has experienced magical creatures escaping.
His grandson came back from the Dragon Sanctuary, so the Ministry of Magic will of course be a little nervous, afraid that you will also bring a dragon or something."
"..."
Rolf was silent. Even he couldn't refute this terrible "slander" and "inherent prejudice"!
After all, they are all...facts!!
"So, Rolf, I don't want the magical creatures in your box to run around, understand?" Dumbledore restrained his smile and said:
"I allow you to raise magical creatures in Hogwarts, but no more attacks on students are allowed." Dumbledore said seriously:
"You have to restrain them well. I don't want to see you expelled like your grandfather."
"..."
The portraits of the old headmasters had stopped arguing a long time ago. They all pricked up their ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. When they heard about the expulsion, Phineas hummed a few times to express his support.
Dumbledore raised his sleeves, changed his sitting position slightly, and pulled out a letter from the table:
"This is your admission letter. You have been in Romania and Albania. Owls can't find you across the sea... Although it's late, I still have to give it to you."
Rolf took the letter and saw that it was written on it:
Mr. Rolf Scamander in the Hogwarts Principal's Office.
On the back was a wax seal and a shield emblem. The capital "H" was surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.
Rolf took out the letter and read it:
Principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, and First-Class Magician of the Order of Merlin).
Dear Mr. Scamander: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...
Rolf smiled with satisfaction. Without this thing, it really seemed like something was missing.
But a late admission letter is still a letter, better than some people's letters being late forever.
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Child, when you have nothing to do, you can come here often. I like to listen to you talk about Muggle things."
"I see. Goodbye, principal, goodbye, Fox."
Rolf stood up, bowed to the old man, and waved goodbye to the old principals on the wall.
What a polite and good boy, so likable!
Dumbledore looked more amiable, and nodded gently with a smile, saying, "Go, go, you should be able to catch up with the Hufflepuff prefect introduction ceremony."
The boy turned and left the principal's office.
Dumbledore stood up, watched the boy leave, closed the door, and then sat back in his seat.
The old man looked out the window, looking at the night view alone, he looked at the letters on the table again, and his smile disappeared little by little.
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