Harry Potter’s Fantastic Animals Guide

　　 "Professor, Hagrid told them Nick Mailer." David lay lazily on the soft chair and yawned.

　　 "Oh?" Dumbledore stepped dexterously down the stairs: "It's about the same time as I estimated."

　　 "I know Nick Mailer, and I know the Sorcerer's Stone." David looked at Dumbledore definitively after speaking.

　　 "Did you tell them?" Dumbledore tapped the table top with his magic wand, and a silver plate appeared on it, with a dark bread on it and some syrup on it.

"Want to try it?" Dumbledore said, "A delicious dessert from Muggles. What is it called? Let me think... Oh, I remember, it's syrup sponge cake pudding. ."

　　 David rolled his eyes, cut a piece with a knife and fork next to him, and put it in his mouth, suddenly putting a mask of pain on his face.

　　 This pastry is sweet and greasy, like throwing him in a sugar bowl.

　　 After swallowing the contents of his mouth with difficulty, David immediately pushed the dessert aside in front of him: "I didn't tell them, after all, we said earlier that we can't provide Harry with extra help."

"It's great, David, I'm glad you can remember our agreement." Dumbledore said casually, his attention was obviously not on this, but on the dessert that was pushed away by David: "What's the matter? Isn’t this delicious? I thought it would suit your taste!"

　　 You make it so sweet, how many people can eat it? !

　　 David murmured in his heart, and said: "Then you think about what you want me to do? Or just follow Harry like this and pretend to know nothing? But I can't guarantee how long I can hide from them."

　　 Dumbledore's gaze was retracted from the pastry, and then he sat on the chair in front of David, his slender fingers tapped gently on the armrest, and he did not immediately answer David's question.

　　 David didn't speak either, looking at Dumbledore quietly, waiting for his answer, the only sound in the room was the clatter of his fingers on the chair, slamming against the wall.

　　 "What do you think of Harry?" After a long time, Dumbledore broke the calm.

David pondered for a while and said, "It's not bad. Although he is reckless and impulsive, he has a strong sense of justice. He is a qualified little lion and a good friend. But if you want him to be the savior, that's a far cry. ."

　　 Dumbledore smiled: "How does it compare to you?"

　　 "Which aspect do you mean?" David suddenly became alert. Dumbledore wouldn't want to change his training goals.

　　 "All," Dumbledore said.

　　 "All together, Harry is much better than me." David said vowedly.

　　 "Oh?" Dumbledore pretended to be angry and said, "It's not a good habit to cheat an old man."

　　I’m afraid that you will suddenly have some magical thoughts...

　　 David smiled awkwardly, without replying.

　　 "To be honest, you are much better than Harry," Dumbledore said.

　　 David shook his head in a hurry.

　　 "You don't have to rush to deny it." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Whether it is your magical talent, knowledge, or even courage and responsibility, you are better than Harry."

　　 Do you really want to change your goal in your old tone?

　　 The future Voldemort is not the kind of person who possesses Professor Quirrell!

　　 That is the same character who launches Adawa and eats big melons and drinks water!

　　 It's not a fun thing to face and bang with him!

　　 David's expression became serious.

"I sometimes think about whether you should change the positions of you and Harry." Dumbledore blinked at David. "Just when I was sleeping, I don't know when I was It’s not thinking with all my wisdom."

　　 David waved his hand hurriedly: "No, Professor, Harry is pretty good, and there are predictions too!"

　　 Dumbledore stared at David with deep eyes for a while, but maybe not at him. After ten seconds, Dumbledore said softly: "Yes, there are prophecies..."

　　 Although Dumbledore repeated what he had just said, David had a feeling that what he said didn't seem to be the same thing as himself?

　　 "Professor, you won't give up training Harry, will you?" David said.

"Of course not." Dumbledore said, "He is not performing to the level of strikeouts now! Do you know strikeouts? It's a term in a Muggle sport. It's interesting. You can do it later. Go play."

　　 David nodded, as long as you don't give up Harry, as for the rest, you are right.

"So, I have to wrong you now. Maybe you can be an observer and don't give them too much help." Dumbledore said, "You are so much stronger than them, if you help them in everything. , Then they have no room for growth."

　　 "Okay." David frowned and replied. This is a bit of a test of acting skills!

　　 "Thank you, David." Dumbledore sat up a bit and said sincerely.

　　 "It's okay, as long as you don't go to my grandfather from time to time and ruin his retirement life, I will be very satisfied." David said.

　　 Dumbledore giggled for a while: "I'm much older than him. You don't care about me."

"Then you retired?" David said: "I think Professor McGonagall can take over your position, and a wooden house can be built next to my house. Although it will not be very big, it will be enough for you to live in. ."

　　 "Maybe this is a good idea." Dumbledore said with a smile: "If possible, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I am honored to be a neighbor with you in the future."

　　 "Okay, then I'll go back, and I have to accompany them to find Nico Mailer tomorrow." David stepped on the ground, kicked the chair away from the table, and said helplessly.

　　 Dumbledore nodded: "Go, have a good dream, next time you come, I will make the syrup sponge cake pudding more delicious."

　　 "Forget it, maybe you can prepare something else for me." After that, David turned and left the office.

　　 After David left, Dumbledore did not go upstairs to rest. Instead, he continued to sit on the chair, looking at the direction David was leaving, not knowing what he was thinking...

　　 Early the next morning, Neville, who had just left the dormitory, ran back in a hurry. He panted and shook the bed while David was sleeping: "David, David, wake up!"

　　 "What's wrong, Neville?" David said weakly, closing his eyes.

　　 "Hermione is waiting for you downstairs! And she seems to be very angry." Neville said, with a little bit of fear on her face, obviously shocked by Hermione just now.

　　 David roused his spirit, and instantly sat up, and then... with a pong, he bumped into Neville's head.

　　 "Oh!" David covered his head and lay on the quilt, while Neville squatted aside.

　　 "Neville, are you okay?" After a while, David asked, rubbing his head.

　　 "No...nothing." Neville stood up with an expression of pain, "I just might need to go to sleep for a while."

　　Navi said he shook his head and walked towards his bed.

　　 "Neville, do you remember who I am?" David asked worriedly.

　　Navi’s memory is not good, so let’s hit him again...