Hogwarts and the Atypical Wizard

Chapter 213: New Use of the Guardian

It was obvious that Old Deng had misunderstood Sainz's words. He probably thought that Sainz was angry with him because he did not agree to Sainz's request for irregular class times last semester.

"Professor, Dean, please believe that I am not a hot-headed preschooler. This decision is the result of my careful consideration."

Professor Sprout glanced at the headmaster and said, "Can you tell me why?"

"Dean, I have to say without any modesty that I have completely mastered the content of the sixth and seventh grades. To be honest, I am wasting my time going to class every day. Professor, I have been your assistant for two years. You should know that I am not exaggerating when it comes to herbology."

His words convinced his dean, and Professor Sprout nodded and admitted, "You have indeed surpassed the seventh grade level in Herbology. There is nothing more I can teach you."

Sainz continued, "Dean, I won't be modest. I am confident that I have reached or are close to the same level as herbology in other subjects."

Professor Sprout looked seriously into Sainz's eyes, trying to determine whether he was lying, and of course he was not.

"Autumn, I remember you told me about your plans after graduation!"

"Professor, that's still my idea, and I'm sure I can do it!"

"Okay, as long as you have confidence!" She said to Old Deng, "Principal, I think Mr. Autumn can be responsible for the decision he made."

When Saiens was talking to Professor Sprout, Old Dumbledore was concentrating on looking at the silver beads in his hand, but he obviously heard what Saiens said. Now after hearing what Professor Sprout said, he said calmly: "Professor Sprout, you are the head of Hufflepuff, you have the right to decide the affairs of your own house."

"Mr. Autumn, remember to go see Professor McGonagall later."

"I understand, Professor."

After discussing course selection, the professors turned their attention back to the silver-gleaming beads.

"Autumn, can you satisfy my curiosity?" said Old Deng.

Science had no intention of hiding it. The threshold for this technology was very high, higher than the Patronus Communication invented by Old Deng. Just as Old Deng said, ordinary people really couldn't do it.

Not to mention these advanced applications, without training, seventy to eighty percent of wizards cannot even summon the most basic silver mist.

He described in detail his thoughts on Dementors and Patronuses, and talked about his previous thoughts that if the Patronus could only be used to simply expel Dementors, wouldn't that be a bit too depressing?

Sai doesn't agree!

"So, Autumn, is the thing in there dead?" asked Professor Sprout.

“Professor, I don’t think so, I can feel it.

My patronus is a bird, and it felt like two insects were caught in its mouth. Although they couldn’t escape, I could feel that they were not dead. ”

"Really?" Dumbledore seemed to be considering how to take care of his feelings. "Autumn, sometimes things are just so unpleasant, but... since they are not dead, I think it is best..."

"Mr. Principal, I understand. I was just about to ask you to help me put them away after the party!"

"Thank God, asking for help is really not an easy thing!" Old Deng stroked his beard, as if he had finally let go of a worry.

Sainz had thought about this before. After all, the process of catching the Dementors was seen by several people, so it was unrealistic to expect that no one would know about it. After all, Torn Cloak was a legal employee of the Ministry of Magic, so it was not appropriate to steal his property so blatantly.

Why wasn't he surprised at all when Professor McGonagall called him? Of course, he guessed that Lupin would definitely inform old man Dumbledore in advance.

Old Dumbledore came here to see Mr. Sai's wonderful performance, but he also came to confirm whether the Dementor was still alive; if it was still alive, he would persuade him to let it go, and if it was already dead, he would probably need to coordinate the testimony.

Sainz thought back and realized that he should have just chased them away. There was no need to catch them directly. In his excitement, he just rolled them into a ball.

This incident shows that even a "stable" person like Sai, who is used to making plans in advance, sometimes suddenly makes unexpected moves.

Fortunately, there were not many people who saw him capturing the Torn Cloak at that time, and these people would probably not report him right now, so the situation was not too bad.

He thought about it. When the torn cloak boarded the train to perform the mission, there was no wizard from the Ministry of Magic following him. Even so, it was lost during the train inspection. If a detailed investigation was conducted, there was a high chance that Sai would be exposed.

If Old Dumbledore and the others hadn't come, he would have gone out after dinner to find a place to release them. As long as the Ministry of Magic didn't miss any when counting the number, they probably wouldn't have gone out of their way to ask in detail about the specific experiences of each Dementor.

After a while, I will find a chance to catch a few to study. I think no one will associate them with students.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that with Trace on him, every move will be monitored. If Sai is an adult now, he will not pay any attention to the Ministry of Magic, even if he tells them directly that he caught it himself.

After putting his worries aside, Old Dumbledore began to discuss magic with Sainz with great interest.

"Mr. Autumn, they are not dead. Did you do that on purpose, or are you unable to do it?"

"Principal, I think it's because the guardian spirits can't kill them directly. Look, they have been compressed to only one centimeter, but they are still alive, aren't they?"

"Are you sure? Is it compressed?"

"I'm not sure, Headmaster. This was just an idea I had before. This is my first time doing this, so I'm not sure what the situation is, but I have a feeling that if I remove the spell, their size will return to its original state."

"Hmm...it sounds like it's trapped in a space box..."

"It is indeed somewhat similar, but it should also be a little different. At that time, I could feel the "power" fed back to the patronus, and it should be compressed."

"Is it hard to maintain this?" asked Professor Sprout.

"Professor, it doesn't take much more effort than maintaining a normal Patronus. It just takes a little more effort to capture it."

Dumbledore waved his hand. "I won't give it back to you. I'll go out and throw it away later. Just remember to take back the Patronus. In addition," old Dumbledore said happily, "Fifty points for Hufflepuff! Well, I think we have to go back and don't keep others waiting."

When Saiens and the two professors returned to the auditorium, the sorting ceremony had already ended, and Professor Flitwick was coming out of the auditorium holding the Sorting Hat and a three-legged stool.

Okay, this year the Sorting Hat's exclusive stool has had its leg broken again!

Fashion is such a cycle!