Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly when she heard Sainz's words, and said seriously: "Autumn, Dumbledore is a very great wizard. He is very busy every day and has many things to deal with. If you don't have something very important, I don't think you need to disturb him. What do you think?"

Sainz listened to the professor quietly and said, "Professor, I completely agree with you, but professor, it is precisely because he is a very great wizard that I think he must know this."

Professor McGonagall nodded without commenting. She did not ask what exactly Sainz had to tell the principal directly instead of letting the vice-principal convey it. "Okay, I'm glad you understand. Honey Lemon Ice Cream is in the office right now. If you really have something urgent, you can go now. Maybe you can see him before he goes out."

"Thank you, professor." Sainz said seriously. Of course he knew that old Deng was in the school at that moment.

"You're welcome, Autumn. Remember to close the door when you leave." Professor McGonagall said and then looked down at the manuscript in her hand.

Coming out of Professor McGonagall's office, he went straight to the stone statue of a griffin on the third floor. "Honey Lemon Ice Cream", the griffin moved its eyes and jumped to the side, making way for the wall it was guarding.

I went up to the eighth floor and rang the brass door knocker, and the door opened automatically and silently.

"Good day, Professor Dumbledore."

"Good day, Sainz, Professor McGonagall said you have something important to talk to me about?"

"Yes, Professor. I do have something that I need your personal review."

"Um... come sit here... want some cockroach pile?"

“Thank you for your kindness, Professor, but I really can’t enjoy this kind of thing.

You have to see this, Professor!"

Sainz rejected the candy handed to him by Old Deng, and without any nonsense, he put the brown paper bag in his hand directly on the huge claw-footed desk.

"Oh... it's a pity, the feeling of these little things crawling around in your mouth is quite interesting, you gave up on it,... well... let's see what it is that makes a little wizard who is so outstanding that everyone else is overshadowed by him so unsure..."

Old Deng opened the brown paper package with great interest, "Hmm... an old notebook... let me see..." He gently picked up the diary and flipped through it.

His originally relaxed expression gradually disappeared. He tapped the cover of the book with one hand and muttered something, and his face suddenly became very serious.

The eyes behind the glasses of Old Deng seemed to be flowing with bright light. He asked Sainz very seriously, "Mr. Sainz Autumn, do you know what this is?"

Sainz met his gaze and said, "I guessed a little, professor, so I brought it to you directly. It seems better if one less person knows it."

Old Deng nodded seriously, "You did the right thing, Sainz, you did the right thing, I'm glad you trust me so much!"

"Professor, if I can't trust you, who else can I trust?"

"Oh... Sainz... I feel a little embarrassed by your compliment. The last time I felt this way was when someone complimented my red wool socks." Dumbledore changed the subject and said, "Saiens, where did you get this thing from... Don't get me wrong... I'm not asking you... I just want to know who else knows of its existence."

"Professor, you don't have to be so cautious. Since I brought it here, I am ready to explain everything to you."

Old Dumbledore cast a spell and conjured up a set of chains on the black leather diary, locked it up, and put it in the drawer. "I'm all ears. I hope it's an interesting adventure."

"You will be disappointed, professor. The capture of it was uneventful."

"Really? ...What a pity."

"You know, I have a pretty good relationship with the Weasley twins."

"Oh... that must have been difficult. Hagrid said it took him almost half his energy to get them out of the Forbidden Forest."

“They are a bit rowdy, but they are good to their family, even if their expressions may be a bit strange at times.

Their sister must have also experienced the unreliability of these two guys. I saw her from a distance at the train station before. She was following Mrs. Weasley quietly at that time. "

"Ginny Weasley?" Dumbledore's expression returned to seriousness, "Is it related to her?

By the way, you seemed to have mentioned the seizure just now?"

"Yes Professor, I snatched it from Miss Weasley, she didn't look well at the time."

Old Deng sighed again, "Look, Sainz, I'm always careless in one way or another, and none of us noticed that she was in trouble. How did you find out?"

"Once when I was chatting with the twins, they said that their little sister, who was the most favored by the whole family, was not doing well in school. After entering school, she gradually became haggard and became weak and tired.

After all, she is my friend's sister, so I paid more attention to her condition, but gradually I felt that she might not be unable to adapt to school life, but might be under some kind of curse. "

"Thank goodness you're on guard, Sainz."

"Professor, as long as you don't think I always think of things in the worst direction."

"Sainz, it's nothing. There's no harm in thinking about it. When did you know for sure she was in trouble?"

"Professor, when people start to pay attention to something, it's easy to find the problem. It's just that they didn't think about it in this way. They are her brothers and they can only think of ways to make her happy. The twins have tried pranks that they thought were funny, but, how should I put it, they are indeed a bit careless..."

"After all, he is still a young wizard. It is understandable that he is very optimistic when considering things."

"Hey, Professor, I'm still here, and I just turned fifteen, too."

Dumbledore comforted him, "You are different, Sainz. None of us treats you as a child. Although it is a bit cruel, you are no longer treated as a child by the professors."

"Well, I'm glad you think so, Professor!... Ever since I noticed Ginny's situation, I found that she sometimes wandered around aimlessly, which was very similar to someone else's Confusion Spell, but I was sure that there was no one else around at the time, and I realized that things might not be simple.

Later I confirmed it again and again and felt that she might have come into contact with some evil black magic items.

Finally, before the Halloween dinner, I met Miss Weasley again in the corridor on the second floor. She looked dull and seemed to have lost consciousness. The way she looked at me gave me a very bad feeling.

"So you restrained her?"

"Yes, Professor. I'm pretty good at magic. I used a Confusion Charm and a Full Body Binding Charm. With that thought in mind, I searched my body and found an old, wordless diary from decades ago in the pocket of my wizard robe.

I took the thing away from her, lifted the spell, and then watched from behind. After a few minutes, Miss Weasley regained her spirits.

Seeing this, I knew my guess was right, this thing was causing trouble."

Dumbledore said calmly, "It's been a month since Halloween. Have you spent this month trying to figure out what it is?"

"No, confirming its identity took up very little of my energy."

"Ah...how perceptive!"

"Hey, reading more is good for you, isn't it?"