Settle at Hogwarts

Tabor left here with satisfaction. In fact, he had thought about letting the former Squib "accidentally die".

However, after discovering that this person could provide faith, the murderous intention was gradually erased.

Coupled with his sensible attitude and the fact that he was not a threat to his own strength, he finally decided to keep him alive so that he could be an object of observation in the future.

"If you have any questions, you can write to me. You should know how to enter Diagon Alley."

"Of course, Mr. Prince."

Carlo replied respectfully, and the light in his eyes that was not there before bloomed again.

Tabor turned and left. He felt that the research on squibs could come to an end for the time being.

Whether it is divine power or magic potion, there is a certain probability that the squib can become a wizard.Unfortunately, both of these things are unlikely to be promoted on a large scale.

Returning to Hogwarts, Tubber was surprised to find Dumbledore in his office.

"Tabor, you've been away from school a lot lately!"

"Uh-huh, professor, what can I do for you?"

Tubo walked out of the black mist. He was not surprised by Dumbledore's sudden visit, and even felt it was a little late.

Dumbledore shook the cookie in his hand: "Nothing, I just came to chat with you. Besides, the snacks are delicious."

Tabor sat on the chair, resting his head on his hands, tilting his head to look at someone familiar.

"Professor, has Grindelwald gone to class?"

Dumbledore seemed to choke on the biscuit he was chewing, and cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Yeah, went to class. Do you know where Clay went?"

Tubber couldn't help rolling his eyes. He didn't believe that Dumbledore would not be able to find his son.

"Clay and Viola are together."

Dumbledore's expression didn't change much, he just touched his beard in distress.He is a smart man. Maybe he didn't notice Grindelwald's little plan at first, but he has long come to his senses in the past two days.

"Professor, they have two house elves there! I don't think you have to worry too much." After Tubo finished speaking, he glanced at the magic alarm clock on the table.

"Oh, of course. But that's not why I came here today."

Dumbledore folded his hands and made himself more comfortable on the sofa, obviously preparing for a longer conversation.

"Say it." Tabor showed an expression of attentiveness.

"You should have heard of the Triwizard Tournament."

The expression on Dumbledore's face was very relaxed: "In recent centuries, people have tried to revive this game several times. This time it was proposed by the German Ministry of Magic, and they wanted to try again."

Tabor didn't speak, he didn't know the original...well, the original plot had not yet defeated Grindelwald!It is naturally impossible for Durmstrang to hold any Triwizard Tournament.

"Professor, you should tell me this kind of thing."

"The Ministry of Magic will arrange an inspection team to go there, which will take about a week. The inspection team must include professors from Hogwarts."

Although Tabor was a little curious about Durmstrang, the only one of the three schools that he had never been to, it was very troublesome to think about the fact that the inspection team had to write a report.

"Professor, this kind of thing should be dealt with by a more important professor. Not to mention you go there in person, at least you have to go to the dean. And Grindelwald, doesn't he want to go back to his alma mater? "

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Gellert didn't have a good impression there. As for the deans, they can't let go of their work."

Tabor felt that he understood, so it meant that the deans were all busy, so he was the most leisurely!

"Tub, you underestimate yourself a bit. The youngest Potions Master and the youngest professor at Hogwarts. And compared to others, I trust your strength more."

Dumbledore said it sincerely, and although Tubo felt a sense of déjà vu, he still did not reject it directly.

"Professor, what do I need to do if I follow you? Is there any overtime pay?"

"The observation team is mainly decided by the people from the Ministry of Magic. We leave tomorrow. Just go and see more..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Fox appeared in front of the two of them with Grindelwald.

"Tub, Fawkes will be 'raised' with you for a period of time as a reward. I will take Albus away first."

Watching the two people leaving together, Tabor lowered his head and met Fox's tear-filled eyes.

"He did this on purpose, right?"

Fox nodded wildly, tears in his eyes threatening to spill out.

Tabor quickly took out a clean small bottle and received a few drops of Phoenix tears with satisfaction.

"The moving potion materials, plus the travel at public expense, it's not a loss."

Fox:???

Ignoring Phoenix, whose sorrow was about to turn into a river, Tabor didn't have anything to pack. He carried everything he needed daily in his small bag, and when traveling, he didn't need to bring books or other experimental equipment that took up space.

"Fox, go to No. 9 Privet Drive."

The Phoenix's movement was not affected by Hogwarts, and it reached its destination in an instant.

After having dinner with Clay and Viola, and telling her about his itinerary for the next week, Tubo returned to Hogwarts holding on to the phoenix tail.

After a good night's rest, Tabor put on a decent robe and took Fawkes to the Ministry of Magic.

"Hello, please explain your purpose of visit."

"I am a member of the inspection team for the Triwizard Tournament. I am gathering at the Ministry of Magic."

Tabor looked at the young witch in front of him with a smile, her eyes always fixed on Fox.

"To the German Ministry of Magic, and to Durmstrang, right?"

"Yes."

The witch took out a nameplate from the drawer under the table.

"Mr. Prince, right? The Hogwarts commissioner of the inspection team. You go to the Department of International Magical Cooperation first."

Tabor took the nameplate and hung it on his robe.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Tabor quickly walked into the elevator, and his keen sense of hearing found that many people were talking about Fox on his shoulders.

"Hey, Tabor, what are you doing?"

Feeling the hand on his shoulder, Tabor shook it off unceremoniously: “Zane, what a coincidence.”

"Man, I have to take this elevator every day. Among us Slytherins, you are the least common one."

Tubo didn't pay attention to what Zane said, because as far as he knew, all the Slytherins in their class, except for himself who stayed at Hogwarts, chose to enter the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm here, let's go down first."