Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book

Chapter 73 Dumbledore Wants to Change the Training Plan?

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

"Oh?" Dumbledore walked down the stairs with nimble steps: "It's about the same time as I estimated."

"I know Nick Mailer, and I know the Sorcerer's Stone." After finishing speaking, David looked at Dumbledore firmly.

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

"Would you like to try it?" said Dumbledore. "What's the name of a delicious Muggle dessert? Let me think. Oh, I remembered. It's treacle trifle pudding."

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

This pastry is so sweet and cloying, it's like throwing his whole body in a sugar bowl.

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

"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 piece of dessert that was pushed away by David: "What's the matter?" ? Isn’t this delicious? I thought it was just like your taste!”

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

David complained in his heart, and said, "Then have you figured out what you want me to do? Or just follow Harry like this and pretend that you don't know anything? But I don't guarantee how long I can keep it from them."

Dumbledore looked away from the pastry, then sat on the chair in front of David, tapped the armrest lightly with his slender fingers, and did not immediately answer David's question.

David didn't speak either, and looked at Dumbledore quietly, waiting for his answer. In the room, there was only the sound of fingers tapping on the chair and bumping against the wall.

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

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, it's far from it. .”

Dumbledore smiled: "Compared to you?"

"Which area are you referring to?" David suddenly became alert. Dumbledore probably didn't want to change his training goals.

"All," said Dumbledore.

"Then overall, Harry is much better than me." David said confidently.

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

Is it because you are afraid that you will suddenly come up with some magical ideas?
David smiled awkwardly and didn't reply.

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

David hurriedly shook his head aside.

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

Are you really going to change your goal with this tone of voice?

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

That is the character who launched Adava and gnawed a big melon like drinking water!

Going face to face with him is no fun!

David's expression became serious.

"I sometimes wonder if I should switch places between you and Harry." Dumbledore blinked at David: "When I was sleeping, I don't know at that time, I was Not thinking with all my intellect."

David waved his hand quickly: "No need, professor, Harry is quite good, and there are prophecies!"

Dumbledore's deep eyes stared at David for a while, but maybe he wasn't looking at him. After more than ten seconds, Dumbledore said softly, "Yes, there is still a prophecy."

Although Dumbledore repeated what he just said, David had a feeling that what he said was not the same thing as what he said?

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

"Of course not." Dumbledore said: "His current performance is not to the extent of strikeouts! Do you know strikeouts? It's a term in a Muggle sport. It's quite interesting. You can Go play."

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

"So, I have to wrong you now, maybe you can be an observer and don't provide them with too much help." Dumbledore said: "You are much better than them, if you help them in everything , then they have no room to grow.”

"Okay." David frowned and responded, this is a bit of a test of acting skills!

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

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

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

"Why don't you retire too?" David said, "I think Professor McGonagall can take over your position, and a wooden house can be built next to my house. Although it won't be very big, it will be enough for you to live in." .”

"Maybe it's a good idea." Dumbledore said with a smile: "If possible, I will be honored to be your neighbor in the future."

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

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

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

After David left, Dumbledore did not go upstairs to rest, but continued to sit on the chair, quietly looking at the direction David left, not knowing what he was thinking.
Early the next morning, Neville, who had just left the dormitory, hurried back again. Panting heavily, he shook David who was sleeping soundly on the bed: "David, David, wake up!"

"What's the matter, Neville?" David said weakly, eyes closed.

"Hermione is waiting for you downstairs! And she seems very angry." Neville said, with a little fear on his face, obviously just frightened by Hermione.

With a jolt, David sat up in an instant, and then slammed into Neville's head.

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

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

"It's all right." Neville stood up with a painful expression on his face: "I just might need to go to sleep for a while."

As soon as Neville finished speaking, he shook his head and walked towards his bed.

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

Neville already had a bad memory, so this will hit him again.
(End of this chapter)