Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 472: Not Giving Any Face

"Children, I believe you already have some guesses about the second game... and are making preparations for it." Dumbledore paused: "However, you must also combine work with rest."

He means something.

My god, Dumbledore is so omnipresent.

I quietly adjusted my sitting position.

Immediately afterwards, a blank parchment scroll appeared in front of each warrior.

"Children, according to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, you need to sign this waiver."

Dumbledore knocked on the table, and dense text appeared on the blank sample roll.

Could this be the West’s death warrant?

Cedric and Krum signed their names quickly.

Furong and I have to be more cautious.

I read it word by word.

Suddenly, he met Dumbledore's eyes.

His deep blue eyes shone with a captivating light.

I felt like a book, with my memory being quickly flipped through by him.

Is this why he called us here?

Check everyone's memory?

It's hard to put up our defenses and activate Occlumency when we're distracted by other things.

Not to mention Dumbledore, the master of Legilimency.

I finally understood why the organizing committee of the tournament could specifically dig out the most precious things of each warrior.

It's all Dumbledore's "credit".

In his opinion, who is the most important person to me?

Did he successfully obtain my memory through his telepathy just now?

I solemnly signed my name on the parchment.

He kindly invited us to taste the candies produced by Bee Duke with him, but everyone politely declined.

His "taste" is really too unique.

Phoenix Fox stood quietly by.

Phoenixes are different from other magical creatures in that they can be reborn again and again after they achieve nirvana.

"Aurora……"

It actually spoke to me in front of Dumbledore.

To humans, it just makes a crisp chirping sound.

"Fawkes is very fond of you, Miss Malfoy."

As expected of Fox's owner, he knows his pet's preferences very well.

Fox dived downward and flew directly towards me.

Dumbledore didn't stop him, and let Fawkes rest on my shoulder.

"Aurora, have you forgotten me? You haven't come to see me for so many years..."

It chirped and whispered in my ear.

I reached out my fingertips and gently stroked its beak.

"Why don't you talk to me? You can't reveal your identity in front of them..."

"Oh, Fox actually has a chatty side?"

Dumbledore watched our interaction with interest.

The others had also heard of Dumbledore's phoenix.

"Professor, can I touch it?"

Even the usually proud Furong couldn't help but want to touch its beautiful feathers.

"Aurora, is she targeting you? I'll peck it to avenge you, okay?"

I shook my head almost inaudibly.

"Well... Albus is here too, so it's really hard to do it..."

Fox still made it clear that he disliked Furong.

When the half-Veela tried to go up and touch it, it immediately turned around and pointed its butt towards her.

"Professor Dumbledore, is it offering its tail feathers for me to stroke?"

Furong was pleasantly surprised.

In order to avoid her touch, Fox flicked his tail and jumped onto my other shoulder.

You really don't give me any face at all.