Settle at Hogwarts

Tabor looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

In his own memory, Dumbledore has always been suspicious of Tom Riddle's behavior, and it is very likely that he has been paying attention to him personally.And now, are you going to hand over this arduous task to yourself?

"Professor, this is not appropriate. After all, I am just a student, and besides, Tom..."

Dumbledore shook his head and said in a very relaxed tone: "There is nothing inappropriate. If nothing happens, you can still teach him for a few years."

Tabor couldn't help but twitch his lips, but he also understood that as long as he agreed to help keep an eye on Tom, his future stay in school would be basically guaranteed.

Although he felt a little like being treated as a tool, Tubbo still agreed so that his golden finger could be used normally in the future. Anyway, Dumbledore did not specifically say how to take care of it.Just play it by ear from now on.

Seeing Tubo's agreement, Dumbledore happily summoned his pet phoenix and quietly returned to his office with Tubo.

Apart from two people and one bird, no one was aware of anyone leaving Hogwarts for half a day over the weekend.

"Ah ha, it's already this time before I know it. Tabor, do you want to eat something together?"

Tubo also didn't expect that he and Dumbledore had secretly spied on Tom for a whole afternoon. If he rushed to the auditorium now, he would probably only have dessert after dinner.

"Okay, excuse me."

Tubber sat down where he had been sitting before and looked at Dumbledore curiously.He wanted to know how the professors' food at Hogwarts was.

Dumbledore looked at Tubo who was already sitting and snapped his fingers: "Two dinners, plus a large glass of honey water. Do you want to write anything extra, Tubo?"

Tabor shook his head.

Dumbledore walked to his seat. The table had been tidied up, leaving a large area for food.

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, your dinner with this young gentleman."

A house elf surrounded by a Hogwarts-marked tablecloth held a large tray and placed it on the table.

"Okay Mido, I will call you if necessary."

The house elf named Mido bent down and saluted, then teleported away with a "pop".

"The elf's magic is very convenient, isn't it?"

Tabor nodded, then turned to look at the phoenix standing on the shelf: "Some abilities of magical creatures are really powerful."

Dumbledore took a sip of sweet honey water: "Yes, but our advantage lies in our ability to continue learning."

Tabor took a ham sandwich and took a bite absentmindedly.His mind was full of the house elves and phoenix teleporting regardless of magic restrictions.Hearing what Dumbledore said, he suddenly reacted.

Although the wizard can't fly as fast as the phoenix, and he can't ignore restrictions, he still has long-distance movement methods, he just hasn't learned it yet.Now that I think of those obviously more difficult ways to get on the road, it is better to learn the magic commonly used by wizards first.

When he thought of this, Tabor suddenly remembered a magic that he had never dared to try alone - Phantom Movement.

Although this magic cannot be used within Hogwarts, the effect is still amazing.The question now is who can help him practice this magic.

Although Dumbledore had repeatedly asked him to come to him if he had any questions, he was, after all, the vice-principal, the headmaster of Gryffindor and the Potions Professor. Outside the school, he might still be directing Newt to deal with Grindelwald. It didn't seem too good for a Slytherin to ask him for tutoring.

As for Professor Mellors from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Professor Will from the Charms class, Tabor felt that he was not familiar enough with them yet to ask them to teach him magic that was too far ahead of schedule.

Finally, there was Professor Slughorn. If he asked, he would definitely help, Tubb had no doubt about it.But this professor really liked to brag. If he said that he had really learned how to phantom travel, probably all the professors in the school would know about it the next day.

"Tabor, is the food not to your liking?"

"No, in fact, I think this seems to be much more delicious than the food in the auditorium." Tabor answered seriously, and at the same time stuffed the sandwich that had made a small hole into his mouth.

"I was just thinking about magic."

Dumbledore took a spoonful of tomato sauce and sprinkled it on the fried fish on his plate: "What? And the spell you can't learn? I have heard Slughorn talk about your talent more than once. "

Tabor couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile. Although he was blessed with powerful magic, excellent memory, and quick reactions, he was not omniscient and omnipotent. He still had to try what he should learn. Why did he listen to Dumbledore? A trace of it seems to be the same as knowing it from birth.

"I suddenly want to try phantom migration, but as far as I know this magic has the danger of splitting, so I don't dare to try it easily."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this magic, feeling that he had underestimated the child in front of him.

"Although the current teaching materials are not rigorous in some places, generally speaking, most of the spells in advanced spells need to be cast with a certain emotion. Of course, there are also some spells that are particularly difficult to cast."

"mood?"

Tabor used to read and study by himself. This was the first time that he heard someone explain to him about advanced spells, and he immediately grasped the key points of Dumbledore's words.

"Yes, most of them are classified as advanced spells, and even some black magic is because they require strong emotions when cast." Dumbledore said in a heavy tone.

Tabor didn't notice anything strange about Dumbledore, he just thought about the three principles of Apparition: goal, determination, and calmness.According to his own understanding, it is probably to move forward firmly towards the goal, but to be calm in action.

"If you want to try it, we can go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and try it soon. Of course, the premise is that you already know enough about the spell of phantom migration."

Dumbledore, who had almost finished his meal, slowly drank the honey water and directed his quill to dance on a piece of parchment hanging in the air.Tabor could tell at a glance that it was a paper submitted by a student. Judging from the length, it should be an assignment for a senior year.

"Here, curfew is in two hours, and I've already taken up a lot of your time today."

Dumbledore wanted to see with his own eyes, Tubbo's talent in the advanced magic of phantom movement, so he directly summoned the Phoenix and brought Tubbo, who had just wiped his mouth, to the edge of the Forbidden Forest in an instant.