Settle at Hogwarts

Tabor stared at the little kid Clay, feeling that his sister was really wronged.After finally escaping from Tom's clutches, now she has to raise her husband as a son.

"Even if the souls do not return, it will not have a bad impact on the two children. The souls that nourish each other will make the magic more powerful and controllable." Dumbledore continued to add.

Tabor turned to look at Grindelwald, but was a little surprised to find that he seemed to agree with it.

"Viola, what do you think?"

Viola, who had been staring at Clay, nodded. She knew that if she didn't establish a soul contract, her uncontrolled magic might cause trouble at any time.

Tabor looked at Dumbledore. He still had great trust in the middle-aged man in front of him.

At the very least, he wouldn't joke with a child's life, and most of the time he was even more reliable than himself.

"If Viola has no objection, I won't object. But, does Clay know how to conclude a contract?"

Dumbledore chuckled: "Don't worry, the soul contract is different. Clay's soul and Viola's soul fragments are together. It is not difficult for them to connect."

After discussing it, the three of them immediately started taking action.

While Tubo was mixing magic ink, he stared at Dumbledore drawing magic patterns in the open space next to him.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, helped the two teachers who skipped class to explain the situation to the students.

It took a whole day to prepare everything needed for the contract. Only when the three of them had rich collections could they come up with so many magic materials.

"Viola, these magic patterns on the ground will draw out the magic power in your body..."

Dumbledore spoke very carefully, while Tabor checked the operation of the magic circle over and over again.

"Okay, Professor Dumbledore, I remember everything."

Viola was confident because this magical ritual was not difficult at all.

"Then, get ready to start."

Tabor glanced at Grindelwald opposite, then placed Viola in his arms among a pile of gradually lighting up magic patterns.

Grindelwald also put Clay on the other side.

"I, Viola Locke Prince, am willing to become a soul mate with Clay Grindelwald Dumbledore. Use my soul as a bridge, magic as a bond, and blood as a guide. Contract, knot!"

After Viola finished reciting, a drop of blood emerged from her fingertips and floated towards Clay opposite.

The magic pattern that had just been drawn seemed to be "poured" into Clay's body as if it had been impacted by a large amount of magic power, and then quickly twisted between the two.

Tabor couldn't see what the soul looked like, but he could feel it.A wisp of something with Viola's aura completely connected the two people, making the contract seem extremely strong.

Viola looked at Clay who was sleeping, and suddenly felt more intimacy in her heart.This is completely different from the feeling of seeing "another self" just now, but it is not annoying.

Grindelwald used Dumbledore's wand to carefully check Clay's condition. He was relieved when he found that there was no fragment of another person in his soul.

"Albus, the results look good."

Dumbledore felt the aura on Viola's body: "Indeed, this is the best situation. Your sister's soul, Tabor, may be born with some deficiencies and she feels very fragile. This time can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and it will not happen in the future. What’s the problem again.”

Tabor glanced at the sky outside the window, spoke to Dumbledore, and left with Viola in his arms.

Although the problem was solved, he still felt that it was not that simple.

Walking on the road to Hogsmeade, Viola lay on Tubo's shoulder and asked in a low voice: "Brother, are you unhappy?"

"No, I just can't figure it out."

Viola sighed, knowing that her brother was still thinking about her own problems, so she continued: "Actually, I have always guessed that it was you in the future who sent me back. But at that time, you were not sure whether it would go smoothly. Send me back."

It's not surprising to Tabor when he considers the time it takes to become a god.

"So, something went wrong along the way?"

Viola touched Tabor's hair, and then felt a little disgusted, and her hands felt greasy.

"It did fall off in the middle, but it came back just now. Brother, it's time for you to wash your hair!"

Tabor: "_(:3)∠)_"

Back at Axel Manor, Tabor found that Dodo had repaired the walls and windows.

Wash your hair, sleep, and have a dreamless night~

The next day, Tabor woke up to Viola's wake-up call.

"Brother, I want to go to school."

Tabor was a little confused, and his mind didn't start to spin: "Hogwarts?"

"It's Muggle!"

Tabor rubbed his eyes: "Can't you use magic?"

"Then I'm going too."

Viola said firmly: "I still want to be a big star!"

Tabor: "?"

"Don't be stunned, I'm going to be late! Why don't you help me invite Mrs. Lacey back."

Tabor's expression changed.

Viola seemed to have noticed something and quickly changed her words: "Forget it, people without memories have to get along again. Otherwise, I'd better live in Privet Drive. I can take care of myself."

"Is your magic really okay?"

Tabor was a little worried. If there was another magic riot, it would be very troublesome.

"It's okay, I can completely control it."

Viola said, letting a book on the desk float into her hands.

"All right,"

Tabor sat up, put his hand on Viola's shoulders in his pajamas, activated his apparation, and the two of them instantly appeared in the bedroom of No. 5 Privet Drive.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts directly. I skipped work all day yesterday. I hope Principal Dippet won't cause trouble for me."

Tabor muttered, apparated back to Axel Manor, changed into a light blue robe, turned into an owl, and flew into his office.

"Send a breakfast."

Steaming food soon appeared on the desk. While eating, Tabor looked at the things he had recorded a few days ago about squibs, and suddenly he hesitated whether to continue researching.

The research was originally started for Viola, but he didn't expect that the problem was solved by a strange combination of circumstances, which really made him feel a little unreal.

Thinking that there were still four bottles of magic-enhancing potion left, Tabor took out two of them.I attached a description and sent it to Abraxas Malfoy as a thank you for providing the materials.

"Forget it, if the Malfoy family can really get a squib, we can still try other conjectures."

Having made up his mind, Tabor simply put all the notes back instead of burning them directly.