"Quinn·Travers."
"I broke up with my family because of my wife, and now I live in Godric's Hollow. It's worth mentioning that his wife is a very good person. It's just Pure-blood families's bloodline theory... you know..."
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course, I have heard of this kid, but he happened to be with his mother in Germany when he was in school, so he chose to go to Durmstrang and pass by Hogwarts."
"Principal, you seem to know Travers's family very well?" Lin Ze asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"It's not that I know him well, it's just that I spent some time with this boy's stubborn grandfather when he was young, so I have heard a little bit about their family." Dumbledore said, his eyes lost in memories of that past event.
"About sixty years ago, when his grandfather was at Wizengamot, he had a quarrel with me..."
"About Muggle-born's little wizard is eligible for admission."
Dumbledore picked up the tea cup, "He insisted that Hogwarts should restore the Pure-blood admission system. At the end of the argument, he even threw his wig on the trial bench."
Lin Ze The tea I just drank almost spurted out of my nose.
"Really?"
"I usually don't joke about other people's wigs." Dumbledore said seriously.
Lin Ze imagined the scene in his mind, an angry old man throwing his wig away in front of all Wizengamot members...
"So the Travers family has been treating you since then..."
"That's not the case." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"It's just that we don't say hello when we meet."
Lin Ze clicked his tongue, yes, who dares to do anything to the greatest white wizard in the world?
"But back to Quinn, since he graduated from Durmstrang, his Dark Magic attainments should not be bad. Teaching Defence Against Dark Magic can be considered a professional counterpart." Dumbledore said seriously.
But Lin Ze extremely doubts that this old man really can't find the next professor to take over Defence Against Dark Magic's class recently.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have to worry about this matter after half a semester...
"I think so too, and he... how should I put it, he likes to mess around." Lin Ze still followed Dumbledore's words.
He remembered the scene where Quinn rode that broken bicycle and fell from the sky and knocked over a group of Death Eaters.
"Love tossing?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's just that... life is tougher."
Lin Ze thought for a while and added, "And Hogwarts's salary should be quite attractive to him."
Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully and gently drew circles on the edge of the teacup with his fingers.
"Then please Mr. Lin, please help me get in touch."
"No problem. Based on my understanding of him, this can probably be done." Lin Ze said.
"That would be great." Dumbledore nodded slightly towards him.
"But there is something I have to tell you clearly in advance." Lin Ze put down the tea cup and his expression became serious.
"Quinn has a habit of riding a modified Muggle bicycle around. You'd better give him a spacious office... you know..."
Dumbledore laughed so hard that his beard trembled.
"Don't worry, I will."
The two chatted for a few more words, then Dumbledore stood up and left.
Lin Ze looked at the figure in the purple robe slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor, and then lowered his shoulders that he had been carrying.
He grabbed the last piece of scone and stuffed it into his mouth, took another gulp of tea, then stood up, patted his butt and prepared to leave.
When Lin Ze came out from St. Mungo's, the sky was already dark.
London The winter night came early, and the street lights came on one after another, illuminating the wet road with a bright yellow color.
He wrapped his coat tightly, found a deserted alley, and went directly to Godric's Hollow with "Boundary Break".
Although Godric's Hollow is also covered with snow, it is not as cold as the streets of London.
Lin Ze stamped his feet, pushed down his turned-up collar, and walked towards Quinn's house in a familiar manner.
From a distance, Lin Ze saw the white house, but the lights in the house were dark.
As I got closer, I realized that there was an old man sitting on the stone steps at the door, holding an old suitcase in his arms, looking up at the few stars in the sky.
Lin Ze paused in his steps.
"Mr. Scamander?"
The old man turned his head, and with the help of the shaky magic lamp at the door, Lin Ze could clearly see the wrinkled but energetic face.
It is Newt·Scamander.
"Mr. Scamander? Why are you sitting here?" Lin Ze walked forward, looked down at the old suitcase in the old man's arms, and then at the tip of his nose, which was a little red from the cold.
"They didn't seem to be at home when I came." Newt said.
"The door was locked and the room was dark. I knocked several times but no one answered, so I thought it would be good to wait at the door for a while and look at the stars."
Lin Ze looked up at the sky.
There are stars, but there are only a few, but they are obscured by clouds, so they can't be said to be pretty.
This old man is happy to take things as they come.
"They may have gone shopping." Lin Ze walked to the door, took out his wand and knocked on the door lock.
The lock tongue retracted with a click, and the door opened a crack by itself.
Newt blinked. "Isn't this bad?"
"Don't worry, Quinn has opened up the protection magic at home to me, please come in Mr. Scamander." Lin Ze opened the door and turned sideways to let Newt advance.
Newt hesitated for a moment, then went in holding the suitcase.
The room was not much warmer than the outside. The fire in the fireplace went out at some point, leaving only a pile of gray-white charcoal ash.
Lin Ze lit the fireplace with the wand, and the flames started again, and the orange-red light illuminated the living room warmly.
Newt sat down on the sofa, put the suitcase at his feet, took out a small iron box from his pocket, and opened it to find a few biscuits wrapped in oil paper.
"Would you like a piece? I baked it myself and added some ginger juice to it, which can have a good warming effect." Newt asked.
Lin Ze took a piece and took a bite.
The biscuits were so hard that he nearly chipped his back molars. I really don't know whether I should say that this old guy Newt has good teeth, or that he prefers soft ones.
It took him a lot of effort to chew it up and swallow it. It was sweet and spicy, and an indescribable strange smell went straight to Tianling Gai.
"How's it going?" Newt looked forward to it.
"It's... special." Lin Ze told the truth.
"Tina said the same thing." Newt looked very happy.
Lin Ze quietly put the remaining half of the biscuit back on the coffee table, paying the highest respect to Ms. Tina·Scamander in her heart.
The two of them sat in the living room for nearly twenty minutes before they heard a jingling sound from outside the door.
The door was pushed open, and Amy came in first carrying two bulging cloth bags, followed by Quinn carrying a large cardboard box, and Aila carrying a small handbag.
There were a lot of snowflakes on all three of them. Quinn's hat was tilted to one side, and the tip of his nose was red from the cold.
After Aila saw Lin Ze, he immediately put down the bag in his hand and ran into Lin Ze's open arms.
"Lin? When did you come?" Amy was a little surprised, and then he saw Newt on the sofa.
Quinn put the carton on the ground, looked at Lin Ze, then at Newt, and finally his eyes fell on the old suitcase at the feet of Newt.
"Who is this old man?"
"Newt·Scamander." Lin Ze said.
Quinn was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "The Newt·Scamander who wrote "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them"?"
"Yes." Newt nodded and smiled sheepishly, "You are Quinn, right? Mr. Lin mentioned you to me."
Quinn took off his hat and wiped it on his head twice, making the hair weighed down by the hat even more messy.
"Oh my god, you didn't tell me in advance when you came Lin Ze so that I could tidy up the house..."
At this time, Aila had slipped off Lin Ze, and Amy also hurriedly put down the bag and went to the kitchen to boil water.
Lin Ze leaned on the armrest of the sofa, watching Quinn hurriedly cleaning up the various parts scattered in the living room with a wand, and couldn't help laughing.