Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Not long after, Hermione came back alone with a gloomy face. She was very angry. She took an orange from the fruit basket and threw it at Heathley.

"What's the matter? You don't look in a good mood." Heathley was amused by Hermione's look and said as if he wanted to deliberately make Hermione angry.

"Oh, yes... I forgive you, please get up quickly." Hermione said angrily with dead fish eyes.

"Hehe, you still want to control me. Tell me what's going on?" Heathley sat up and asked teasingly.

"I don't want to talk about it." Hermione said with a pout.

"Okay." Heathley nodded and stopped putting pressure on Hermione, lying comfortably on the bed.

"Heathley," Hermione said quietly.

"Ok?"

"How did you look at me when I was tutoring you? Did you think I was really stupid?" Hermione asked after taking a deep breath.

"No." Heathley shook his head quickly.

"That's good...can you show me your Patronus?" said Hermione.

"Okay." Heathley waved his hand and a silvery-white mist appeared in the ward. Xiao Qi suddenly came out and looked at Heathley and Hermione with pride.

"It's huge," Hermione murmured.

"That's right, it's big." Xiao Qi said proudly.

"This voice...will you tell me one day that he was the one you talked in your sleep?" Hermione said with a twitch of her mouth.

"Yeah, that's the guy." Heasley shrugged.

"He can talk, oi, tell Hermione your name." Heathley patted Xiaoqi's head and said.

"Hehe, just call me Seven Ryder Sydney." Xiao Qi said with his neck held high.

"Just call him Xiaoqi," Heathley added.

"Okay, Xiaoqi." Hermione also showed a meaningful smile and gently stroked Xiaoqi's bird head, as if she was stroking Heathley's head.

But it should be similar. The book says that the patronus is an extension of the wizard's soul, so touching Xiao Qi's head is similar to touching Heathley's head.

"Miss Granger, I think you need to leave. The patient needs rest." At this time, Madam Pomfrey walked in and said.

"Uh... okay, you should have a good rest." Hermione quickly ruffled Heathley's hair and left quickly.

"Fuck..."

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the next day...

Heathley was eating breakfast while reading the newspaper that had been delivered today. The front page was a picture of himself casting the Patronus Charm on the Quidditch field. It was all old news and without any thought.

After searching for a while, he finally found the section he wanted to see.

The general meaning is that yesterday Dumbledore and Ethan Thorne appeared in the Ministry of Magic and entered Fudge's office as if no one was there. After a friendly exchange with Fudge, the two successfully made Fudge realize his mistake and recalled the surviving Dementors back to Azkaban.

A total of zero have been recalled now, and zero should be recalled.

This shows that Xiaoqi's efficiency is indeed sufficient.

Another inconspicuous section is about the great Minister Fudge secretly going to St. Mungo's Hospital to find out if there are any sinister little secrets that he doesn't know about.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you were saying before that it's not good to offend him too much, but now you send this guy to St. Mungo's... Well done!" Heathley said teasingly while eating a piece of bread and nudging Hermione with his shoulder.

"Oh, yes, yes, won't this affect your plans? About Buckbeak?" Hermione nodded and asked.

"No, now Dumbledore has offended that guy badly. He won't be happy to come when Buckbeak is punished. Don't you think it would be bad for him to see his teacher with a bitter face?" Heathley explained.

"Is that so? Isn't he afraid that Dumbledore will give him a hard blow in a fit of rage?" Hermione asked again.

"Because the teacher is a normal person, he is not a madman." Sisley shrugged and replied.

"Uh, that's right."

Christmas came in a blink of an eye, and Heathley was awakened by the shouting of Harry and Ron.

"What's going on! It's only six o'clock!" Sisley climbed out of bed like a zombie, grabbing his hair and said angrily.

"Come here! Heathley, do you know what gift Harry received? You will never guess!" Ron ran towards Heathley, pulled him off the bed, and walked towards Harry's bed.

Heath was dragged to Harry's bed, and looked at Harry in confusion as he held a broomstick like his girlfriend.

"Flying broom? Who gave it to you?" Heathley raised his eyebrows and said.

"I don't know, but aren't you surprised? Do you know what kind of flying broom this is?" Ron said excitedly.

"No."

"This is the Firebolt, the fastest flying broom in existence. It is only equipped to the national team. One costs nearly 500 Galleons, and it can only be custom-made!"

"So, this broom is powerful?"

"Of course, the Nimbus 2000 can't compare to it." Harry stroked it lovingly, as if... he couldn't hold it in.

"Ok ok, but didn't the person who sent this to you leave a note or something?" Heathley already knew who sent it.

No one knew that Sirius had been staying in the Shrieking Shack all this time, but when he saw that his beloved godson had no broom, he rushed into the Black mansion and grabbed 500 Galleons to buy a Firebolt for Harry.

This guy is such a dog. He doesn't have time to go home to change clothes, but he has time to go home to get money for his godson. He is so hypocritical.

Heathley rolled his eyes and walked to his bedside to start opening his gifts. There weren't many, after all, his circle of friends was not that big, so there were only a few.

Dumbledore found an ancient magic book called "The Old Book" from somewhere. The name itself seemed to be full of stories. The characters in it were constantly twisting like earthworms and borers, and there was a kind of magic that made people unable to get out of it after reading it. Suddenly, the mark of a phoenix appeared on the cover of the book, kicking Heasley out.

"Very interesting. Next time I should let the Thorne Grimoire adjust it." Heasley murmured as he put the book on the bed, and then began to look at the next gift.

"What is this thing?" Heathley suddenly picked up a lighter-like thing that Ethan had given him and muttered in confusion. Then he pressed the ignition button tentatively. In an instant, everything around him was sucked away by the lighter in his hand like a tide, leaving only a piece of gray and the equally confused Haro and the other two.