However, Professor McGonagall is indeed a trustworthy person. "You have adopted the child... No, you should have taken the child back to the Dumbledore family, right?" "Yes, I took him to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies the day before yesterday." Professor McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Albus." Professor McGonagall was congratulating him on finding a relative. At least…… Even when I am old. There is someone who can take care of him. Rather than waiting to die alone in St. Mungo's.

"Thank you, Minerva." "If that's the case. Albus. Shouldn't you change his last name back to Dumbledore?" "Since the child has returned to the Dumbledore family, then..." Dumbledore waved his hand. "Everyone knows that I have never been married and have no children in my life." "So, if we change his last name back to Dumbledore." "It will bring unnecessary criticism to the child." "I'm old, so it doesn't matter." Look at Fei Lu: Bawulinger Liquor willow Wulinyi "I don't care if someone points fingers at my personal morality." "But what about Blake?" "I don't want him to grow up in an environment where people talk about him." Professor McGonagall sighed. "Well, then just consider this child as one you adopt." "You are old enough to choose to adopt a child." "No one will say anything." “Okay, I have to go to work.”

"You don't have to come and help, just spare a moment." "Spend some time with that child." "Hmm... come to think of it, no wonder that child has such a great talent for Transfiguration." “I’m already looking forward to the start of school.” …… "Cassandra, what's wrong? You've been uneasy all morning." Mrs. Worley said worriedly. "Nothing... nothing. I'll just go out for a walk." "Cassandra?" But Cassandra had already run out. She had come to Diagon Alley with her mother today to do some work. While mom is doing something. She stopped by the herbal medicine shop. Then I met Blake. After that, she focused on the subjects she was best at. Once again, he was hit hard by Blake. A flame of jealousy rose in her heart. then…… The devil in her heart quietly ran out. Trick that boy! Send that boy to Knockturn Alley! Knockturn Alley is so dangerous. As long as he goes in. I definitely won’t be able to get out… Just that. So Cassandra... You will once again become what everyone calls a genius! You will become the focus of everyone again!

but…… Every time I think of Blake's excited expression when he left. It's so simple. It looks so deceptive... Cassandra felt extremely conflicted. "He...he might be killed by me!" "But... no one should be so stupid as to actually go to Diagon Alley, right?" "But... he looked like he really wanted to go..." "No...it has nothing to do with me...even if he died in Knockturn Alley." "No one else will know that it was me who asked him to go to Knockturn Alley..." "But...but..." "But I know that I was the one who tricked him into going to Knockturn Alley..." Cassandra's heart was in a state of confusion. Conscience and the devil are constantly fighting. finally…… "I said on the surface that he was worthy of being my opponent." "And then secretly want to kill him..." "How could I be so mean?" Cassandra walked blindly down Diagon Alley. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure. "Professor Dumbledore!" Cassandra ran over. "Hmm? Miss Worley?" "Is there a problem?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. Obviously, he was in a good mood today. "Professor... I... Blake went into Knockturn Alley..." "What? Go!"

Dumbledore turned and walked away. Cassandra noticed that he had his wand drawn. The hand holding the wand turned white. …… Knockover Alley. "My name is Blake. Blake Green." "Senior, what's your name?" Blake sat leisurely on a sofa. Holding a Niffler in her arms. Next to him, a fat man with a bruised face and nose was diligently pouring tea and water for Blake. There are two dark wizards below helping Black to massage his legs... "My name is Penelope. Penelope Clearwater." "You can call me Penelope." Penelope looked at Blake speechlessly. These dark wizards. He was so ferocious just now. Shouting and killing. But now he's like a grandson. Serving an eleven-year-old wizard. This scene is so funny no matter how you look at it. but…… An eleven-year-old wizard. Just one person defeated this group of dark wizards. Isn't this even more ridiculous? "Senior Penelope, you should sit down too." The couch under Blake was huge. It was still too big for him to sit alone. So he sat next to it.

Then he patted the empty seat next to him and called out to Penelope. "Speaking of which, I still have a lot of things I want to ask you about Hogwarts." Penelope was about to speak. "Blake!" a serious voice came from the alley. "Bang!" Blake was so scared that he almost fell off the sofa. "Professor Dumbledore?" Penelope watched in surprise as Headmaster Dumbledore walked quickly into Knockturn Alley.