Professor McGonagall took Hermione back to the school hospital, and Ivan walked into Dumbledore's office alone.
Just like last year, the principal's office is very interesting. Phoenix Fox looked at him kindly. The table not far away was full of magical props of unknown use. Small puffs of smoke.
Before coming in, Ivan had heard chattering in the room. They were discussing what happened tonight enthusiastically. Ivan thought it was Dumbledore and Fudge, but when he came in, he found that there was no one in the office.
What I was talking about just now were the portraits of wizards and wizards on the surrounding walls. They were the previous headmasters of Hogwarts.
It's a pity that Ivan didn't see the portraits of the four creators, otherwise he could ask Gryffindor about his treasure key, the legendary magic item hidden in the Forbidden Forest tribe, What the hell is it.
The portraits were sleeping soundly, but Ivan saw some of them secretly open their eyes occasionally, take a look at himself, and then close them immediately, for fear of being discovered by him.
Ivan ignored them, he saw the tattered and crumpled sorting hat on the table.
He hesitated for a moment, he always had a question in his heart and wanted to ask the other party, and now was a rare and good opportunity.
Ivan walked over and picked up the hat, and put it on his head.
The big hat slowly slid down and down over his eyes, just as it had done when he first put it on.
"Long time no see, Evan Mason!" A sharp voice whispered, "You seem to have something on your mind?"
"Yes, there are some things I can't understand. Regarding the sorting ceremony, I'm curious why Peter Pettigrew was..."
"It will be assigned to Gryffindor, isn't it?!" The hat said softly, "My duty is to assign the little wizards to the appropriate colleges according to the wishes of the four founders. For more than a thousand years, I have seen too many little wizards, some of them are kind-hearted, some are ambitious, some are talented, and some... But you have to know, in the sorting ceremony, In addition to these innate qualities, the choice of each individual is also a crucial factor."
"So Peter asked to enter Gryffindor himself?"
"That kid hopes to go to Gryffindor and find the courage he never had." The Sorting Hat said, "but in fact, he doesn't need to look for it at all. The courage has been buried deep in his heart. When he can Put your head down and look into your heart, and you'll find what he's been looking for."
"But he didn't do that. What he did later was far from Gryffindor."
"Don't doubt, I can't make mistakes. The magic of the four founders allows me to see through people's hearts. My duty is to sort the right people into the right college." The Sorting Hat said cleverly, "But There is no guarantee that the college will be suitable for him, and there is no guarantee that he will not make detours in the future."
"What about me?" Ivan asked hastily, "You didn't ask for my opinion at all. You know, I originally planned to enter Ravenclaw, but you assigned me to Gryffindor."
"Is this really the case? Is this really your true wish?" The Sorting Hat let out a burst of laughter, "Yes, just like Harry Potter, the positions of the two of you are not easy to get right, but I still I can't go wrong with that, Gryffindor can help you fulfill your dreams."
Ivan was taken aback, what is his dream, to learn more magic? Defeat Voldemort? Or, to be a great White Wizard like Dumbledore
Ai Wen was confused, and he wanted to say a few more words to the other party, but when he heard someone walking in, he hurriedly took off his hat and put it back in place.
The door of the office opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a serious expression on his face.
"professor!"
"Sit down, Alvin!" Dumbledore pointed to the chair in front of the desk, "I need to talk to you, but I have to make a long story short, I don't have much time, and Connelly is still waiting for me in the hall, We're going to the Ministry of Magic overnight to deal with the werewolf riot and Remus' allegations."
Ivan sat down, and naturally recalled the steps of using Occlumency in his mind.
"First of all, I have to ask you, Ivan, is there anything you would like to tell me?" Dumbledore looked at Ivan carefully, the fingertips of ten slender fingers touched together, and he said gently, "Any matter!"
"I do have something I want to talk to you, professor!" Ivan nodded and said slowly, "But before that, please allow me to ask a question first, you just found out that Ron was controlled by someone Is it?"
"Obviously, in the office on the third floor just now, I believe I am not the only one who noticed Mr. Weasley's abnormality." Dumbledore said mildly, "What he did tonight is too obvious, like the darkness The candlelight in it is generally obvious!"
"So, you also know who controlled Ron?"
"Although many people think that I know everything, I am not omniscient like the outside rumors!" Dumbledore sat on the high-backed chair behind the table, using his light blue, penetrating I fixed my eyes on Ai Wen, "I have some ideas about this matter, but I still want to hear your opinion!"
"I suspect that Peter Pettigrew controlled Ron!" Ivan looked away, trying not to meet Dumbledore's gaze.
Although he was going to tell the other party something, he didn't reveal all the information in his mind.
"Peter Pettigrew, that's a surprising answer."
Having said that, Dumbledore didn't seem very surprised, as if everything was in his expectation.
"This afternoon, Hermione and I met Sirius Black in Hogsmeade. He told us that Pettigrew Peter betrayed Harry's parents to Voldemort. He didn't die. He was an Animagus. He's now Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers."
"Animagus?! This is important information!" Dumbledore closed his eyes, meditating, "Ivan, your information has verified my conjecture. To be honest, I really didn't pay attention to Peter Pettigrew back then. It was my fault for putting too much attention on it and I could have prevented this kid from getting to where he is today."
Ivan waited for the other party to continue, but Dumbledore seemed to be lost in memory and had no intention of speaking.