Chapter 4: Abs, Dumbledore

　　 "Reparo (Restore as the original curse accompanied by the sound of the spell, a broken water glass was erected on the table intact. Wiping the sweat from his head, little El Fanlin let out a sigh of relief.
Today, El Fanlin has become a ten-year-old boy, white and pure, with big eyes of different colors, which is more attractive because of practicing magic, just like the bright starry sky, blue and clear, Red dazzling! Put away the water glass that was accidentally broken and put it back into the cabinet carefully.
　　 "Fanlin, what's the matter? I touched something to the ground again." Mr. Al looked helplessly sitting on the sofa and shouted to the kitchen!
　　 "Nothing, Dad, everything is intact." Al Fanlin immediately responded loudly!
　　 "Then continue to come back to practice your piano, isn't it the time to practice now!"
"Okay, Dad, just come!" Little El Fanlin hurriedly ran out, halfway through, and suddenly remembered something, turned back to the kitchen, and took out the cup that had just been placed. , Took a cup of water, held it in both hands, moved it out bit by bit, and put it on Mr. Al’s coffee table.
　　 "Really, you boy, when can you stop being so frivolous! Okay, let's practice!"
　　Mr. Al was a little bit dumbfounded when he watched the little Al Fanlin running in and out. Touched the head of the little El Fanlin and motioned him to practice his beloved piano!
　　 Sitting in front of the piano, little El Fanlin took a deep breath, dropped his fingers very religiously, and played the first note. A "Canon and Giguein D in D major" (Canon and Giguein D) slowly flowed from the keys.
In the past five years, little El Fanlin has read all the books on the shelf. After all, he is a studious child. After a lot of practice, little El Fanlin has been able to display many low-level, but very Useful little spells, relying on the extraordinary perception abilities brought by the two pupils of different colors, the magical power of little Elverin accumulates very quickly, at least not like the beginning, releasing a spell, as if collapsed Generally, this makes little El Fanlin very happy! Of course, he didn't know that this kind of performance was far beyond what a ten-year-old wizard should have, and he did not have a magic wand. Little Elverin is very eager for me to have a magic wand of my own, and the magical potions that are recorded. One person can become another person or something. It is not too exciting, so that I can better spoof those. The little boys who are hostile to him. That feeling, El Fanlin looked forward to it very much. Every night he wondered if there would be other wizards, so whenever something strange was reported in the news, he always begged his father or the beautiful Miss Julie to take him a look. It's a pity that I never found it, but El Fanlin believed it. One day, he will find it,
　　 Thinking about it, the piano music has also entered to the end, earnestly playing the last verse of notes, accompanied by the end of the end, a burst of applause came from him!
　　 "It's a wonderful performance. I didn't expect that Mr. Al Fanlin was so young and had such high skills!" Al Fanlin looked at the source of the sound, it was not his father's voice!
　　 He had never seen this man before. He was very tall and thin. He wore a tall wizard hat on his head, just like the ones on Halloween. Wearing a purple long-distance racer, or a cloak, with feet sticking out from under the clothes, they are boots made of silver moon and sun patterns. His nose is very tall and straight, but it is a little crooked, and there are many wrinkles on his face, but this can't hide the deep and bright eyes hidden behind him. The most eye-catching thing is the long silver hair and dark beard of the old gentleman in front of him, as well as the tabby cat beside him, who has been staring at the little Elverin, just like a person.
　　 "Oh, hello, old sir, I didn't notice your arrival just now when I was playing, I am very sorry for that, but..."
　　 turned his head and glanced at his petrified father, Al continued: "Excuse me, you and this cat, is my father's friend? Is there anything to do when I come to my house?"
　　 "Oh, kid..." The silver-haired old man smiled slightly, and his deep eyes revealed a light that made people feel at ease.
"Qing allows me to introduce myself, Mr. Al Fanlin, my name is Abs Dumbledore, and I am the dean of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The one next to me is Professor McGonagall. She is the School of Magic Associate Dean of, add, your song just now is great, what's the name..." Abs Dunbred was obviously lost in thought.
　　 "Canon and Giguein D" (Canon and GigueinD), sir! Thank you for your compliment."
　　 "Oh, yes, that's it." Abs Dunbredo looked down at Professor McGonagall who was still sitting, "Come on, don't be so restrained here."
In the startled gaze of Little Elverin, the tabby cat, who had been sitting on the ground, slowly stood up and turned into a woman wearing a green cloak and a brown wizard hat. Professor McGonagall is very thin, with big eyes, With a face, it feels like a cat, yes, the cat just now!
　　 "Agmanis? My God!" Little Elverin covered his mouth in surprise. He had seen it in a book about transfiguration. It was a kind of profound transformation magic!
"That's right, dear Mr. Elverin, you know a lot. After you come to Hogwarts, you can study the subject of transfiguration seriously!" Professor McGonagall stared at her, although his face A little serious, but there is still a trace of love in the eyes!
　　 "Wait, you said, Hogwarts, where do you teach this?" Little Elverin looked very excited. What happened today also stimulated his idea of ​​learning magic.
　　 "You mean, where can I study?"
"No, it’s impossible. I don’t agree with Al’s where to learn or what magic, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, witchcraft and the like, Mr. Abs Dunbred, I think, if you are going out, I I’m going to call the police and tell you that I’ve broken into a private house.
The words of Mr. Al who came back to his senses were like a basin of cold water pouring on little Al Fanlin’s head. In an instant, little Al Fanlin’s heart was cold, and the whole person woke up, remembering that his father was still there. Next to the sofa.
　　 "Dad..."
　　 "I said no, Al Fanlin, now, go back upstairs to me immediately."
　　 Little El Fanlin's head drooped instantly, like a rooster that was defeated in a fight. At this time, a pair of thin hands was placed on top of Al Fanlin's head.
　　 "It's okay, kid, you go upstairs and stay for a while. Some things seem to require me to talk to Mr. Al." Dumbledore bent down and blinked at the little El Fanlin. Lined up the back of little El Fanlin. Signaled everything to him.
"I think, Mr. Al, you don’t need to treat a child so fiercely. We have been sending you letters for the previous four years. I think you know what kind of situation it is. This is also Al Fanlin. The situation that Mr. can't avoid, isn't it, he is different from ordinary children after all. What's more, we met four years ago, didn't we?"
　　 Dumbledore said, and sat across from Mr. Al with Professor McGonagall. Seeing Al Fanlin's lost back, Dumbledore shrugged his shoulders, expressing helplessness.
"Mr. Dumbledore, I think you will be disappointed. I will not let my child become like his mother!" Mr. Al is like an angry bull, his eyes widened and his face rose. Flush!
　　 "Oh, Mr. Al, calm down, I think your wife will not make you so impulsive if you are still alive, let alone. Your wife’s family is in China..."