The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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There is a problem with the bloodline of this body.

This was the only possibility Link could think of.

After all, in the magic world, there are indeed many wizards who like to combine with other intelligent creatures, and some even give birth to children desperately.

The most typical example is probably Hagrid.

According to the information collected by Link, this guy is the product of the combination of a wizard (father) and a giant (mother).

(It is said to be achieved through the expansion spell)

So it's not impossible to say that some Dementor bosses are mixed into the Foley family blood.

In the face of Link's inquiry letter, Mrs. Foley was also very urgent.

She didn't even go through the normal owl mailing process, but instead sent the little button to deliver the letter to Link's bedside overnight.

In the letter, Mrs. Foley firmly stated that the entire Foley family and even her own family may have records of intermarriage with non-pure-blood wizards or Muggles, but no one will choose to combine with other intelligent creatures. Not to mention Dementors.

Link was dubious about this.

But what Link cared about more than the authenticity of Mrs. Foley's words was the attitude of the other party.

You must know that although Link's words are concealed, his concern about his own body abnormality is very obvious in his words. Link definitely does not believe that Mrs. Foley can't see this.

However, the other party's reply did not mean to answer Link's doubts at all, just to persuade Link to feel at ease.

This is obviously unwilling to say.

And even Mrs. Foley refused to say, Dumbledore and Snape, it would be even more impossible to say!

Link sighed and put the letter away, got up and walked towards the auditorium.

The only thing at Hogwarts that could make Link appetite up was the calorie bomb breakfast, which he didn't want to miss.

It's a pity that when Link actually came to the auditorium, he realized that his desire to eat breakfast was also a luxury.

Because at this time, there was already a mess in the auditorium.

Countless owls are constantly circling over the auditorium, and every now and then they will drop letters or feathers, Ollie gifts and the like when they find the right position.

To top it all off, most of the letters that were sent were scarlet roaring letters.

Not only do such dangerous letters explode, but they also contain the roar of a large number of senders.

Thanks to them, only a few warriors are still hiding under the long table in the entire auditorium, and the others are all gathered in the foyer.

"How is this going!?"

Link couldn't help but say.

Hearing that Emily happened to be surrounded by several Slytherin girls and said:

"This is a complaint letter from the parents about the illegal search of the Hogwarts Express by the Dementors yesterday. It's not bad here. I guess the Ministry of Magic Hair is almost overwhelmed by the roar letter now."

Speaking of which, Emily also handed Link a copy of today's Daily Prophet.

Link took a closer look and found Fudge's figure on it.

He is still fat on the screen, but the templated smile of the past is gone, replaced by a nervous look.

The text below is even more boring.

Fudge claimed that sending the Dementors to Hogwarts was an extraordinary measure in extraordinary times to keep the students safe.

As for the Dementors' illegal search of the Hogwarts Express, he didn't mention a word.

"Fudge should be in big trouble," Emily said with a sneer. "He's the direct order of the Dementors to Hogwarts, and he's fully responsible for this!"

Link nodded.

Fudge's mental retardation operation this time offended not only ordinary people, but also a large number of pure-blooded nobles.

As the actual controllers of the magic world, they wouldn't let Fudge fool him so easily.

After a little chat about the matter, Emily left the hallway with Doug the silly dog.

She was quite frightened yesterday,

According to her, she's still too busy to launch more Slytherin complaints against the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, and make them pay the price.

Link didn't want to get involved in this matter, he looked around in the crowd, then got close to the three of Harry, and naturally grabbed a sausage from the plate they took out in advance and put it in mouth.

"What are you talking about?"

"Link!" Hermione seemed very excited when she saw Link coming, and she piled the food in front of Harry and Ron in front of Link without much hesitation.

"Eat more!"

"Oh, thanks!"

After thanking him, Link ate regardless of Harry and Ron's protests.

And Harry, who protested ineffectively, also sighed and explained:

"We're talking about divination classes. By the way, Link, do you know what divination classes are like?"

"You're asking the right person. I was going to take a divination class at the beginning, so I know it well."

"Then Link, hurry up and talk!"

Hermione shouted excitedly.

Ron, who heard the words, muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Aren't some people in a hurry? Why didn't Link leave once he came!"

"you……"

Hermione was in a hurry, blushing and reaching out to grab Ron, Link hurriedly stopped him when he saw this, and then said:

"The professor in the fortune-telling class is a total mad woman with new wine. Her class is nothing more than asking you to make tea, look at the crystal ball, and then start talking nonsense stories about your impending doom. She just likes to use this kind of thing to scare students, every year.

But also because of this, the divination class exam is easy to pass. You just need to make up a random prophecy of your own misfortune to pass.

All in all, your luck is pretty good. It's a shitty course, and it doesn't do anything but give you transcripts. Unlike arithmetic divination, the mathematical formulas are annoying to memorize. "

"How can there still be such a professor at Hogwarts!?"

Hermione said angrily.

"Well, who knows, the course of divination is about metaphysics and talent. Maybe the professor is teaching it seriously, but everyone can't learn it."

Link shrugged his shoulders.

He could understand Hermione's desire to learn. Although it was a bit extreme, Hermione was always better than the two 600,000-year-old party who were laughing from ear to ear.

After eating the last grilled sausage, Link hiccupped, but his eyes fell on Harry's class schedule.

"Oh! Did you also take a class on the protection of magical animals? What a coincidence, I'll be taking this class in a while."

"Really?" said Harry excitedly. "That's Hagrid's first class as a professor! Can you tell us when you're back at noon?"

"Of course, but to be honest, I don't think you should expect too much from Hagrid's class."

Listening to Link's answer, the smiles on the faces of the three Harry became embarrassed.

After all, judging from the textbook Hagrid chose, he really wasn't a good teacher.

Link didn't talk deeply about this topic. He got up and stretched, and his eyes turned to Ron very naturally:

"By the way, Ron, when it comes to magical animals, you seem to have a mouse, right?"