"Is there anything special about this blank diary? Why can't I see it?"

Listening to Fudge's inquiry, everyone present had very strange expressions.

Lucius's face suddenly turned dark.

George, Fred and the others were all trying not to laugh.

John was speechless.

He really didn't know how to answer this question.

There were so many people present. To be honest, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, would have been completely embarrassed.

"Okay, let's talk about the next thing in my office." Dumbledore finally stood up, "Mr. Shafik, Miss Granger, Mr. Weiss, and of course, Miss Shafik. You also

Come.

As for the rest of the students, they should go back to their respective college lounges."

As soon as this statement came out, the students all said yes.

But John suddenly said:

"Wait a minute, the spoils haven't been distributed yet!"

"The spoils of war?"

Dumbledore murmured and quickly turned his attention to the basilisk's body.

The only valuable loot at the scene was this thing.

Among them, the basilisk's fangs are the most valuable because of the magical poison attached to them.

Scales with anti-magic properties are also quite valuable.

Moreover, this is a rare thousand-year-old basilisk in the world, and its fangs and scales are more valuable than ordinary basilisks.

The students around him were not stupid either, and looked at John expectantly.

Obviously, they all believed that John was the most qualified to distribute the spoils.

John was not polite and said directly to everyone:

"Two fangs belong to me, the rest of the meat and bones will be sent to the kitchen, and the scales will be divided equally among the combatants!"

As Dumbledore nodded in agreement, all the Slytherins and Gryffindors present cheered excitedly.

Dumbledore also smiled happily.

He ordered the students to take the basilisk corpse back to Hogwarts and hand it over to Hagrid for decomposition, and then he took John and others to the principal's office.

…

Dumbledore's headmaster's office is located on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

This is a spacious, beautiful round room.

On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and emitting small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with magical portraits of the past headmasters of Hogwarts.

It seemed that they hadn't seen so many living people for a long time, and everyone was looking at John and others excitedly.

"You all have a seat, you're welcome."

Dumbledore said generously.

In fact, without his reminding at all, John had already helped Professor McGonagall sit on the sofa in the corner.

Professor McGonagall is not doing well.

She cares so much about Hogwarts and the students.

The series of things that happened today left her mentally and physically exhausted.

Especially when she was in the Forbidden Forest, because she was too impatient, she did not use magic spells and potions to keep warm.

As a result, she caught a cold naturally.

"Drink some hot tea and a pick-me-up, it will make you feel better."

As John spoke, he poured a cup of black tea for Professor McGonagall, and took out a bottle of refreshment from his deformed lizard skin wallet.

He would carry a copy of these regular potions with him every day.

"Thank you, John."

Professor McGonagall was a little moved. She smiled at John and then drank the refreshing potion.

Immediately, a large amount of steam spurted out of her ears - a side effect of the refreshing drug.

To be honest, this picture looks a bit funny.

But no one here could laugh.

Everyone knows that Professor McGonagall is an outstanding professor who is dedicated and dedicated.

Seeing Professor McGonagall's complexion gradually improving, John also breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, he noticed that Snape was staring at him with an unfriendly look.

John immediately jumped up from the sofa, respectfully asked Snape to sit down as well, and then poured him hot tea and prepared refreshments.

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Snape."

Snape snorted coldly,

Ignore him.

This scene made Dumbledore's lips curl up.

Fudge next to him also said:

"Excellent and kind-hearted young men like John are really rare. I want to thank you, Dumbledore, for cultivating another outstanding talent for the magical world of China!"

Dumbledore shook his head and said:

"This is not my credit. The other professors and I are just fulfilling our educational responsibilities. What really makes John outstanding is his own talent and hard work.

Geniuses are like this. Under the same environment, they can always grow into the most prosperous tree.

And John is a genius among geniuses."

Fudge also felt a little emotional.

As the Minister of Magic of the Republic of China, he has also seen many so-called geniuses.

But compared with John, these people are obviously not good enough.

In Fudge's opinion, perhaps John's talent was already comparable to that of legendary wizards such as Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

While the two were chatting, Michelle had also moved closer to John.

At one moment she asked John how he had captured Harry, and at the next she was greeting McGonagall and Snape.

Her arrival made Professor McGonagall feel better, and even Snape looked at John a little friendlier.

But John had some suspicions that Michelle was here to eat and drink.

Because within just a few minutes of Michelle's arrival, she had already wiped out nearly half of the refreshments in front of McGonagall and Snape.

And Michelle is still wearing the Sorting Hat and holding the silver sword.

Even the 'Firebird' from before landed on her shoulder and refused to leave.

This makes her look weird.

But Dumbledore was quite interested in it.

Watching Michelle stuff a piece of candy into the 'Firebird''s mouth, Dumbledore asked with a smile:

"Do you like Fox very much?"

"Fox? Is his name Fox?" Michelle said excitedly, "I like it so much! It is very beautiful! Of course, uukanshuwww.uukanshu.com I also like the silver sword and the Sorting Hat!

"

"Fox is actually a phoenix," Dumbledore smiled even more happily. "Phoenixes are a very strange and charming life. They can carry extremely heavy things, their songs can give people courage, and their tears have healing properties.

function, and they are also extremely loyal pets.”

Fox seemed to understand Michelle and Dumbledore's praise of it, and let out a pleasant cry.

"And what you are holding in your hand now is a relic of Godric Gryffindor. It was cast by the goblins and has very special abilities."

Dumbledore pointed to the silver sword again and said, "Only a true Gryffindor can pull it out of the Sorting Hat!"

Michelle turned the silver sword over.

Sure enough, she saw a name engraved near the hilt of the sword - Godric Gryffindor.

"John, come and see! This is so cool!"

Michelle called loudly, her eyes shining.

Fudge was not very interested in Michelle.

He shook his head, took out "Tom Riddle's Diary" and said:

"Okay, then who can explain to me now what is going on with this blank diary?"

Everyone in the principal's office who was still laughing suddenly fell silent.

The strange silence lasted for a long time before John coughed and told him that the diary had been thrown into the Thestral dung heap, and that Harry had followed him into the dung heap.

As soon as he said this, before John could continue, Fudge shouted and threw the diary out.
Chapter completed!