The father and daughter pair chatted for a while longer.
"Helena, do you really not want me to acknowledge our relationship now?"
"Father, wait until you look older than me. I'll go look for mother first."
Helena gently straightened her body and slowly rose up, pulling her body out of the ground. Then, she spun around three times on the spot. Her posture was as stiff as a puppet that was being controlled. She had maintained an arrogant and cold attitude for a long time, so she didn't know how to make too many expressions. She was somewhat unfamiliar with using this method to express her joy.
Allen smiled gently and waved his hand at Helena in understanding. He watched as his daughter passed through the ceiling and left the basement to look for her mother, Luna. Allen looked at the surroundings and determined the general direction of the auditorium. He walked along a corridor. Since he was in the basement, Allen wanted to go to the kitchen of the Hogwarts next to the Hufflepuff's lounge. He wanted to retrieve the item that Bonnie had hidden for him.
A letter with golden phoenix wings suddenly floated in front of him, causing Allen to stop in his tracks.
Evidently, in the entire British Magus world, other than himself, there was only one person who could use phoenix wings to send letters. The headmaster of the Hogwarts, Abusi. Dumbledore.
Allen extended his hand and opened the letter. Dumbledore, who already knew that Allen had returned to the school, invited him to the headmaster's office before lunch. At the end of the letter, he wrote "Caramel Popcorn" and told Allen the password to open the door.
A quill appeared in Allen's hand. Allen quickly wrote a reply on the parchment. He also had some things to discuss with Dumbledore, hoping to change his mind.
After writing the reply, Allen did not immediately leave for the headmaster's office. Instead, he continued to walk towards the wide stone corridor where the kitchen was located. The torches lit up the surroundings, and there were delightful pictures everywhere. The pictures were mainly of food. Allen stopped in front of a huge silver bowl filled with fruit in a picture.
This was the door to the kitchen. As long as you stretched out your index finger and scratched the large green pear in the picture, the pear would wriggle and chuckle, and then turn into a large green door handle. You could then open the door and walk in. There were also four long wooden tables in the kitchen, and their positions were exactly the same as the four academy tables in the auditorium. When it was time to eat, the food would be sent from the kitchen table to the academy table in the auditorium.
There were hundreds of house elves working in the kitchen of the Hogwarts. You could receive their absolute preferential treatment there. They would fight to be the first to bring you food..
But this time, Allen did not walk through the door. His target was not the kitchen filled with rich food, nor was it the warm and attentive house elves. He raised his hands gently and aimed them at the picture on the wall. Then, he tiptoed slightly and moved the picture down. He flipped the picture over and removed the back cover. There was another picture hidden behind the silver bowl of fruits. On the grass outside the tavern in Hufflepuff, a red-haired Bonnie with sunken eyes was sitting upright on a chair. The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and she looked very dignified. Merlin, who had grown into a young man, stood behind her with a bright smile on his face. And behind them, in the window of the tavern, Io Tayloff was holding the lute and singing to Hufflepuff. Across the sparkling lake in front of the lawn, a small village in the distance was immersed in the afterglow of the setting sun. The villagers carried their farming tools and worked in the forest and fields. Brown English ponies lowered their heads and nibbled on the grass, their tails swishing from time to time. Everything was quiet and tranquil. That was the place where Merlin grew up – Crowhurst Village. Obviously, Merlin had added the village later to commemorate the place where he grew up, and also the place where he first met his teacher.
Removing the picture from the frame and putting back the cover, Allen put the silver bowl of fruits that served as the entrance to the kitchen back to its original position.
He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. He did not have time to greet the people in the portrait before he put it into his pocket. Then, he stepped into the shadow and teleported to the door of the headmaster's office. Without shouting the password, the stone monsters had already separated. Allen walked up the spiral staircase and came to the oak door. The door opened by itself.
Dumbledore sat behind the headmaster's wide desk. He looked at Allen carefully with wide eyes and nodded at him. Allen bowed slightly and walked toward him. There was a soft sound of wings flapping. The phoenix Fawkes left its perch and flew over from the office. It circled around Allen. "Hello, Fawkes." Allen said softly. He stroked the phoenix's beautiful golden and red feathers. Fawkes calmly blinked at him. Although they had not met many times, Allen's Animagus had always made Fawkes quite fond of him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore said pleasantly. He extended his hand and gestured for Allen to sit in the armchair opposite the headmaster's desk.
"Butter beer," Allen replied calmly after sitting down.
"Would you like some popcorn? I've been addicted to this recently. It's very suitable to eat while watching TV … It's crispy, fragrant, sweet and delicious. " A small basket of caramel popcorn appeared in front of Allen. Butter beer gurgled out of the wine pot and into a glass beer glass.
Allen raised his glass and saluted Dumbledore. He took a sip. The house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen were obviously good at cooking. They added a little salt when boiling the syrup, which balanced the sweetness. Allen felt that this syrup was more to his taste than the one sold in Three Brooms.
"Professor Harris, it seems that you've had a great adventure. I'm very happy to welcome you back to the Hogwarts." Dumbledore looked at Allen's silver hair, pale cheeks, and the unusual, ancient wizard style costume on his body.
"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore. Congratulations on recovering most of your identity. Welcome back to the Hogwarts." Allen welcomed him with the tone of a host. "The chocolate frog card didn't remove you."
Dumbledore was slightly surprised. But when he remembered that Family Harris was one of the school's board of directors, he was relieved.
"They know that as long as they don't remove me from the chocolate frog card, I won't really be angry." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he was very happy about this. He then put down the beer glass in his hand and said rather seriously, "As the headmaster of the Hogwarts — no, this is a bit arrogant. As an old man who has been in the education industry for many years, Allen, please listen to my request."
"Oh? My purpose for coming here should be similar to the content of your request … but please say it first. " Allen took another sip of the beer and put down the glass. He then crossed his hands on the table and prepared to listen to Dumbledore's opinion.
"Allen, I have no objection to you teaching the students ancient magic and dueling training. I admit that my ideas on the education path in the past were a little too protective of the young wizards. I was also distracted by too many other things. The help your training class has provided to the students of the Hogwarts is obvious to all." Dumbledore put his arm on the table and moved his face closer to Allen. He said in a sincere tone, "But I still hope that you don't teach the students black magic. Allen, I think you should understand what I mean. Not all young wizards can be as determined as you."
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