Hogwart’s Bloodline Wizard

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The quiet headmaster room suddenly became noisy, and many headmaster portraits also spoke out about the current headmaster鈥檚 dereliction of duty after leaving school for a long time.

“How many times have you come back?” Ivan touched his chin, muttering to himself.

He often stared at Marauder’s Map these days, but he never saw Dumbledore’s name.

I just missed it…

Thinking of this, Ivan looked towards the headmasters on the wall again and asked. “Then Professor Dumbledore has any arrangements before leaving?”

The portraits shook the head together and said that they did not know.

However, Ivan was a little unwilling to give up, staring at the painting hanging on the right wall. Dumbledore in the portrait was drinking a cup of tea leisurely, without participating in the discussion from beginning to end.

Perhaps he noticed the gaze Ivan was watching. Dumbledore in the portrait slowly put down the tea cup and waved his hand at Ivan, saying that he was just a portrait and didn鈥檛 know anything…

Ivan squinted his eyes, doubting.

Of course, he knows that the portrait in the magic circle is active and talkative, but it has no soul or thought. Everything is given by the painter.

It鈥檚 a bit like a pre-set program…or artificial intelligence.

However, this portrait by Dumbledore is a bit different. The original time and space even guided Snape’s actions. The legendary Sword of Gryffindor is hidden behind the portrait.

So Ivan is very suspicious that the old professor secretly moved something on this painting, which is one of the other people’s backhands in Hogwarts.

Despite this thinking, Ivan has no choice but to take this portrait.

Even if powerful magic is applied on it, it is just a painting. Legilimens doesn’t work. The other party doesn’t want to say that they can’t throw it into the fireplace and burn it?

Ivan is somewhat depressed, but he finally came to the headmaster room. He didn’t mean to go home empty-handed. He even took out the meditation basin in the cabinet and said to the portraits.

“When Professor Dumbledore comes back, please let me know, everyone, I will borrow the penis for a few days!”

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot to have a crown! This is what Ravenclaw’s daughter wants. I will borrow it first!” Ivan patted his head, suddenly remembering his promise to Helena, and raised his hand to hang it. The Ravenclaw crown on the branch was also taken down.

The headmaster portraits on the wall blow their beards and stare at them, and are very dissatisfied with Ivan’s behavior of taking two things without consent. Even Dumbledore in the portrait has a somewhat helpless look on his face…

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Out of the headmaster room, Ivan immediately went to the responsive room and temporarily stored the penis there.

After the extra magic power of the castle was emptied by him, the well-known responsive house could no longer be responsive.

Fortunately, those spaces not at all generated before are destroyed, and it is easy to find a place to store items.

As for deliberately “borrowing” the meditation basin from the headmaster’s room, of course, it was to pierce the lie that the Ministry of Magic had painstakingly woven.

After all, he had promised before that he would uncover the truth for those students at the next meeting鈥攚hat could be more direct and effective than witnessing Voldemort’s return with his own eyes?

Of course, he will deal with these memories a little bit, because some things are not easy to expose after all.

“Where did Professor Dumbledore go?”

Walking on the way back to the common room, Ivan has been pondering this question, he can’t even confirm whether the other party is still alive, because the portraits last saw Dumbledore appear more than a month ago.

But anyway, without Dumbledore’s interference, the implementation of the plan will be less taken into account.

While thinking, Ivan pushed the door and walked into the bedroom. What made him a little curious was that Harry, Ron and the others were all gathered on the table by the window, staring at an opened black package.

“Another package? Is it the same as last time?” Ivan stepped forward and asked.

“Yes, it was sent by the same owl.” Ron clicked nodded and responded.

Looking at the candies and small objects in the package, Ivan frowned said with some dissatisfaction. “I should have reminded you before that you must be cautious about this kind of three-no package, and don’t open it at will.”

“But…the person who sent us the package should have no malice.” Harry said hesitantly, then handed a note to Ivan. “It says that Umbridge already knows the Defense Against the Dark Arts Association. Let us be more careful recently.”

Ivan took a look at the note unexpectedly. The above content was just as Harry said to make them beware of Umbridge, but a little different from last time, the this time note stated that the package was sent to himself.

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, Harry, Ron, and Seamus got together, and everyone talking at once guessed who had leaked the secret.

If Umbridge knew that they organized people to practice magic in private, they would definitely not let them go easily.

“Pansy and the Slytherins must have done it. Hermione simply didn’t invite them that day… They must have secretly told Umbridge about the rally.” Ron solemnly vowed.

Harry and Seamus also think this is possible.

However, unexpectedly, Ivan directly shook the head and rejected their guess.

“No, this matter should have nothing to do with Pansy.”

Ivan knows very well that Pansy-Parkinson has no guts to betray him, so the news is definitely not leaked from the other side.

As for who it is, it is more difficult to say.

After all, there were too many people attending that rally, and coupled with the absence of mandatory measures such as magic contracts, it is possible to accidentally speak out during small talk.

In fact, Ivan doesn’t care about the information leakage…Compared to this, he cares more about who sent the package.

Ivan turned his head and looked towards outside the window. An ash-gray owl was quickly moved towards here and flew over, passed through the open window, and landed directly on his shoulder.

“Have you tracked the movement of that owl? Marx?” Ivan extend the hand scratched Marx’s neck and asked expectantly.

The last time he was sent a package inexplicably, he told Marx to spend his free time in the vicinity. If owl came in with a strange package, he would try to track it.

“gu gu gu ~” Marx pecked Ivan’s cheek with his beak, jumping around on his shoulders, screaming incessantly.

Ivan, who had already reached the pinnacle of Eagle Language, quickly understood what Marx meant. “Is that so? That owl is in the school’s owl shed, and you saw a student wearing a Slytherin robe there? Okay…Thank you…”