Lin Ze leaned against the door frame and watched Dumbledore chatting with Longbottoms for nearly twenty minutes.
Lin Ze's eyelids twitched as he listened nearby, thinking that if this old man went to have a tea party, he would probably be able to chat from morning until dawn the next day.
"Mr. Lin, I've been waiting for a long time." Dumbledore finally stood up and neatly stacked the peeled orange peels on the bedside table.
"Let's go, St. Mungo's There is a tea room on the sixth floor. The black tea there is pretty good."
Lin Ze followed Dumbledore out of the ward, and the two walked along the corridor to the stairs.
The therapists and patients' family members who met along the way all saluted Dumbledore with their attention. A witch carrying a medicine tray almost dropped the medicine bottle, but Lin Ze's quick eyesight and quick hands used "Levitation Charm" to stabilize the other person's medicine bottle.
"Thank you." The witch blushed and whispered her thanks, but her eyes kept glancing at Dumbledore's back.
Lin Ze Suddenly felt that following this old man, he was like a little follower carrying a bag.
"Not bad Wandless Magic, Mr. Lin has graduated a few months ago, and his magic has improved a lot." Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
The tea room on the sixth floor is not big, with a few round tables and the window seat is empty.
Dumbledore walked straight over and sat down, and extended his hand to Lin Ze to sit opposite him.
As soon as the two of them sat down, a young waiter trotted over and asked them what they wanted to order.
"A pot of Darjeeling, thank you." Dumbledore thought for a while and added, "Two more scones, one with raisins and one with plain flavor."
Lin Ze thought to himself that this old man was very rude and didn't even look at the price tag when ordering.
"What does Mr. Lin like to drink?"
"Let's have the same thing." Lin Ze said.
After a while, the waiter brought two refreshments.
Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped them with his sleeves, and put them back on the bridge of his nose.
"I've heard about Mr. Lin's work at Special Operations Team, and it's very courageous."
"Eating for free." Lin Ze said.
"But his ability is still very strong. He is indeed an outstanding graduate of Hufflepuff House." Dumbledore smiled.
"As you know, people in the ministry are under a lot of pressure recently." Lin Ze picked up the tea cup and drank tea to cover up his intention not to continue this topic.
"Speaking of Brazil, did Mr. Lin see anything special during the time he went to Manaus?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.
"Something special... meeting Newt... does it count?" Lin Ze thought it would be better not to tell anything about Bados, otherwise he would have to explain his "little dragon" form.
"How is he lately? Are you still chasing his Fantastic Beastss all over the world?" Dumbledore's eyes lit up when he heard Newt's name.
"It's pretty good. You're more energetic than me." Lin Ze put down the tea cup.
"I met him near the Negro River. At that time, he was chasing a flying snake, called Cooper."
Dumbledore nodded. "He is always like this. He just forgets to write home when he gets busy. Tina even sent me a letter a while ago, asking me if I have any news about him."
Lin Ze doesn't have a deep impression of Tina·Scamander. He only knows that he is Newt's wife. When he was young, he seemed to be Auror from the American Ministry of Magic?
"Are you familiar with Mr. Scamander?" Lin Ze asked, pretending to be ignorant.
"That's right. When he was studying at Hogwarts, he gave me a lot of trouble." Dumbledore's tone contained the connivance typical of an elder recalling a naughty junior.
"But those troubles turned out to be interesting stories."
Lin Ze hummed, cut off a small piece of scone with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth.
The biscuit was a bit dry, so he took a sip of tea before swallowing it.
"Mr. Lin." Dumbledore suddenly put the tea cup back on the saucer and made a soft sound.
"What do you think of Voldemort's downfall?"
Lin Ze almost choked on the scone.
He raised his head and met Dumbledore's pair of blue eyes that were too quiet.
"What do you think?"
Lin Ze's mind was spinning rapidly. "It's just... quite sudden... Although Dark Lord has fallen, there are still a lot of troubles behind the scenes..."
"What about?"
"For example, those Death Eaters who haven't been caught yet, such as those duplicitous people in the ministry." Lin Ze shrugged.
"Or... maybe some people think he's not dead yet?" Lin Ze thought about it before saying this tentatively.
Dumbledore's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Why do you think so?"
Lin Ze waved his hand. "When I was tracing some clues, I found that the behavioral logic of those Death Eaters remnants was very abnormal. It stands to reason that the master has fallen, and they should run away or hide. But instead of running away, some people are looking for something secretly, as if they are waiting for something."
He paused and lowered his voice. "On the night when Dark Lord fell, I'm afraid only the child Potter family knows what happened to Godric's Hollow. But that child is only one year old now, so people outside can guess."
Dumbledore picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip.
"Mr. Lin, you are very keen."
"Thank you for the compliment." Lin Ze smiled.
"If one day, those Death Eaters really find something, do you think Ministry of Magic will be ready at that time?" Dumbledore asked.
"Don't ask me this kind of question." Lin Ze leaned back and acted like "I'm just a wage earner."
"Such a big matter is a headache for ministers and department heads. I'm just a little kid, so I'll be fine if I can take care of my own affairs."
Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
"Mr. Lin, your look reminds me of an old friend."
"Who?"
"My brother."
Dumbledore's eyes drifted out the window and fell on a gray pigeon sitting on the windowsill.
"Aberforth When he was young, he always liked to say that he only cared about the sheep in the sheepfold. It had nothing to do with him if the wolf came outside. But every time something happened in the sheepfold, he was always the first one to take action."
Lin Ze raised his eyebrows but did not answer.
"I came to St. Mungo's this time. Since I met you, I want to ask you a favor." Dumbledore looked at him again.
"What's the matter?"
"Hogwarts needs a new Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester."
Lin Ze was stunned for a moment, and then almost spit out the tea in his mouth.
"Wait wait wait..."
He quickly raised his hand, "You don't want me to teach, do you?"
"Of course not." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"I want to ask you if you have any suitable candidates to recommend. You have been at Ministry of Magic for a while. You should have your own set of rules for judging people, and you have more contact with today's young wizards than I do."
Lin Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little funny.
Dumbledore actually asked him to recommend Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, which gave him the absurd feeling that "the principal asked me to recommend him".
"The curse of this position... is lifted?" he asked tentatively.
Dumbledore glanced at him and smiled deeper, "Are you very concerned about Hogwarts?"
"There are not many wizards in Britain who don't know that this position is evil." Lin Ze told the truth.
"I'm still thinking about the curse." Dumbledore didn't hide it.
"So this time we have to find a suitable person. He must be able to last at least a year."
Lin Ze touched his chin and thought seriously.
"I do have a candidate."
"Who?"
"Benjy·Fenwick."
Dumbledore blinked. "By the way, regarding Mr. Fenwick being rescued in France, I also have to thank you here, Mr. Lin."
Lin Ze was a little embarrassed by Dumbledore, and laughed dryly, "It's a convenient thing."
"Fenwick is indeed a brave young man." Dumbledore nodded.
"However, he is currently busy with other things and should not be able to take on this responsibility."
Okay, I almost forgot that this guy is a member of Dumbledore's "Order of the Phoenix". The relationship between the two of them must be better than mine.
Suddenly, a face flashed in Lin Ze's mind.
Maybe...
Maybe Quinn, who left the family, needs such a job?
After all, the salary of Hogwarts professors is generally not low, and the salary of Defence Against Dark Magic, an evil course, has been raised to a sky-high price by Dumbledore in recent years.
Moreover, Quinn's own magic level is not low. At least he has never seen Quinn show his true ability.
"Well... maybe I really have a more suitable candidate..."