My partner at Hogwarts is Tom

The next day, at 10:00 AM.

Victor, dressed in a neatly pressed hunting outfit, reached for a black wizard's robe and draped it over his shoulders.

The waist bag next to the table has been transformed into the same kind of briefcase as the old man's.

At the same time, Tom, wearing the same wizard robes as Victor, appeared in a flash next to Victor.

Victor then carried the box to the fireplace.

Look at this fireplace that was lit in July.

Viktor picked up a handful of Floo Powder and called out, "Hogwarts Vice-Headmaster's Office."

As the emerald green flames rose, Victor's figure vanished from the fireplace.

……

In the Hogwarts Vice-Headmaster's office, the stern-faced Cat Headmaster was diligently organizing school documents.

However, the cat dean was not in a good mood at the moment.

Because she had just finished coordinating with Hogwarts' new professor for once-a-year courses—the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

However, the famous adventurer Lockhart left a less than favorable impression on our cat dean.

"call!"

As the emerald green flames rose from the fireplace.

Carrying a briefcase, Victor, followed by Tom, strode out of the fireplace.

As he stepped out of the fireplace, Victor snapped his fingers.

Immediately, the ashes on Victor and Tom disappeared.

After cleaning himself up, Victor looked up at Professor Cat and gave him a big smile.

"Professor McGonagall, it's been a long time!"

Professor McGonagall's eyes twitched slightly as she looked at Victor, who was all smiles and carrying a briefcase.

Especially after seeing the very familiar-looking suitcase and the cat next to it bowing to her with a smile, she pursed her lips.

After taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall gave a very forced smile and then said.

"Long time no see, Viktor. You still have some very good staff-less spellcasting skills. It seems you haven't slacked off since leaving school."

"Of course, Professor, I learned this very diligently from Grandpa Newt! After that, I even went on a round-the-world trip, you know..."

Viktor looked like he was about to launch into a long speech.

Professor McGonagall had no choice but to interrupt.

"Alright, Victor, we all know about your story with the magical creatures, but now you need to go to the principal's office to see Albus and get your appointment letter."

After interrupting Viktor's impending rambling.

Professor McGonagall then stood up and led Victor to the principal's office.

"Today's password is cream ice cream," she read the password as she led Victor inside.

Before leaving, she said, "I've read your book, 'Fantastic Beasts Here,' and it's really good."

"Thank you, Professor."

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's affirmation, Victor paused for a moment, then gave a genuine smile before stepping onto the stairs.

After all, for a student who has dropped out of school, receiving affirmation from a professor is undoubtedly the best recognition he can receive.

……

In the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, Albus Dumbledore sat at his claw-shaped desk.

His deep eyes were fixed on the roster in front of him, and he remained motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Regardless of the rhythmic snoring of the surrounding magical images.

Or perhaps it's the low chirping that occasionally comes from the Phoenix Fox on the shelf behind the door, its head buried in its wings.

Nothing could rouse Dumbledore from this peculiar tranquility; he seemed to have become one with the environment.

This tranquility was finally broken when the gargoyle at the door made a sound.

"Headmaster, Victor Scamander is here to visit." A loud voice rang out.

Dumbledore stirred slightly, as if he had been startled awake by the sound.

"Oh, okay, please come in," Dumbledore said.

As the griffin handles were raised to the sides, the wooden doors to the principal's office slowly opened.

Viktor was brought up by a magical escalator and stood at the door of the principal's office.

With a creak, the door opened.

Victor glared at Tom, who was curiously touching everything, and then strode into the principal's office.

Upon entering the office, one is immediately greeted by various books and alchemical products.

On the wall are portraits of the headmasters of Hogwarts throughout history.

On one side of the principal's desk, a phoenix rests with its eyes closed.

Dumbledore was smiling at him from behind the table.

"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore." Victor greeted him as he naturally carried the suitcase and led Tom to the opposite side of Dumbledore.

Good morning, Viktor.

As soon as the two spoke, the room seemed to come alive instantly.

The portraits of the headmasters behind Dumbledore all opened their eyes, staring at Victor, pointing and whispering among themselves.

Upon seeing Viktor, the principal's portrait was the most exciting.

"Ha! Look who's here? Hufflepuff, the one expelled from Hogwarts!"

The old man in the portrait has a small tuft of beard and thin, long eyebrows; he looks exactly like the kind of dean of students who likes to catch students in school.

Below his photo frame is written his name: Phineas Black.

He was also voted by students as the most unpopular headmaster of Hogwarts.

He is the only headmaster of Hogwarts who came from Slytherin.

He heard Phineas's words, which hit him where it hurt.

Victor didn't stand on ceremony and immediately spoke up.

"Oh! Look who's here? Isn't this the old headmaster of Slytherin, the one I took Hufflepuff with and beat them all down three times!"

"You expelled Hufflepuff!"

"They were all knocked down three times."

"You don't have a graduation certificate!"

"They were all knocked down three times."

"you!"

"Alright, Victor, Phineas, you two stop arguing."

He watched as an old man and a young boy, one dead and one alive, argued across from him.

Dumbledore rubbed his temples in exasperation before speaking up to stop him.

"Alright, I'll let it go this time for Dumbledore's sake."

"You're the one, Hufflepuff brat, hmph."

With a final cold snort, the two—no, one person and one drawing—ended this pointless argument.

After settling back into his chair, Victor pulled Tom, who was making faces at Phineas who was glaring at him while blowing his beard, back to the chair next to him and pressed him down.

Then he sat up straight and looked at Dumbledore opposite him.

He just lost his temper and snapped at Felix.

Now stop and look at Dumbledore across from you.

Viktor felt like he had been caught daydreaming in class by his teacher.

Through his half-moon spectacles, Dumbledore looked tenderly at Victor and Tom, and waved his wand as he asked.

"What would you like to drink? I have some fresh butterbeer."

"Um, does that principal have iced cola?"

"Oh, we have Coke."

Dumbledore waved his wand, and two bubbly glasses of cola, with two ice cubes in them, appeared in front of him and Tom.

Viktor picked up the glass and took a big gulp to ease the tension of being caught.

Yes, indeed, an ice-cold Coke is the best thing after an argument.

The only problem is that the cola here at the principal's place tastes a bit too sweet.