Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

Dumbledore patiently listened to Ron's statement, and his face seemed to become more serious.

"I'm still a little curious about one thing. I heard from people at the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures that the gryphon seemed to want to attack again, but it was hit by a stream of water and stopped." Lido stared at them seriously with his blue eyes.

"Ding, someone is using Legilimency on you."

"Grass" Anakin didn't dare to think too much, and quickly tried his best to think about some irrelevant things, trying to perform brain closure. But it was no use. The events from the orphanage to the school flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

"I'm not sure. In the car, the griffon originally wanted to attack us, but, I don't know what happened, but the water flow suddenly directly repelled the griffin from outside the car." Ron replied slowly as some of Anakin's secrets were about to be discovered. Dumbledore then stopped Legilimency.

"So, do you know who controls that water flow?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I'm not sure. Apart from me and Anakin, there were many other people who were still awake in the car. It was so chaotic at the time that it was impossible to know who cast the curse."

"It seems that the griffon probably also likes sweets. It probably came here because it smelled the smell of your food." Dumbledore said perfunctorily with a smile. "Gryffindor adds 20 points. Okay, then they can go back. Minerva, please take them to their dormitory."

But even though Dumbledore's perfunctory intentions were so clear that any adult would notice what he meant, this sentence still had its effect.

Ron was obviously convinced. He blinked and turned to leave. Anakin glanced at Dumbledore again and followed Ron out.

After Anakin left, a figure appeared from behind Dumbledore. The man was wearing a dark robe.

"Severus, what do you think of that child?" Dumbledore asked slightly seriously.

"He obviously realized your motive for calling him here. He didn't say a word. It obviously didn't meet your expectations." Snape said with a smile.

"Exactly, but what did you discover when you used Legilimency on them?" Dumbledore said.

Snape was obviously surprised, but quickly calmed down.

"I can confirm that the mysterious water flow is his... masterpiece. He has amazing defense and... insight into Legilimency. Unlike the Weasley next to him, what is he thinking in his mind? They can all be seen clearly.”

"I hope you can guide him more in class. After all, he has the same birth as Voldemort."

Snape was silent for a while, then turned and left the principal's office.

"Born in an orphanage, has he had the talent to control magic since he was a child... At least he is a Gryffindor."

......

Professor McGonagall sent Anakin and Ron to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Fat Madam, these two are new Gryffindor students." Professor McGonagall said to a portrait hanging at the end of the corridor.

Anakin took a closer look and saw that there was a very rich woman wearing pink clothes on the portrait.

"This lady is the portrait of Gryffindor guarding the entrance to the Gryffindor House lounge. Today's house slogan is "Dragon Slag". I hope you don't forget it, otherwise you will have to sleep at the gate of the house until the next one remembers the password. arrival of students.”

"You should stay with me in first class tomorrow morning and don't be late. Because your prefect, Mr. Patsy Weasley, is injured, the other Gryffindor prefect, Ms. Stella Louise, will Let me tell you about the dormitory arrangements." Professor McGonagall continued, then turned and left.

"Since Professor McGonagall brought you here, you don't need to say the password today." The fat woman looked at them kindly. The door of the college opened in response.

However, the scene in the common room frightened Anakin.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at them, and then the "little lions" cheered. They screamed, cheered, and whistled.

"Hero of Gryffindor!"

"The warrior who defeated the gryphon alone!"

"Watch how you eat this."

"The Savior of the Savior!"

Anakin suspected he heard something strange.

At this time, Fred and George looked at each other, pulled Anakin over and lifted him up. Suddenly everyone cheered even more excitedly.

"Uh, everyone, calm down first..." Anakin's voice was drowned out by the noise.

After a long time, Fred and George put Anakin down, and the Gryffindor students gradually calmed down.

"By the way, when will Percy come back?" Fred asked.

"We can't wait to give him a Hogwarts toilet seat."

......

Anakin and Ron were both assigned to Harry's dormitory. Harry was sitting on the bed, anxiety almost taking over his face. He almost jumped when he saw Anakin and the others coming in.

"How are you guys? You're not in trouble."

"Of course not. We also met Principal Dumbledore. He gave us a total of 20 points." Anakin said while opening the box. Ron had already started to change his clothes.

Anakin suddenly realized that Harry was acting too quiet. He looked up and saw that Harry seemed a little...reproaching.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"It's okay." He was obviously in a very low mood. "It's just that everyone thinks that I am the savior of this world. Every time they see me, they first look at my scars. But I am no one. I didn't do anything that day. , I even needed rescue from others on the train today."

"Hey, at least you acted bravely when Malfoy and the others were making trouble." Ron comforted, but Harry's mood was obviously even lower.

"Ron, you are not helping. Harry, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. You have never even seen magic before you came to the wizarding world. You may not necessarily be very talented in magic. Strong." Anakin comforted. Suddenly, Anakin had a flash of inspiration.

"By the way, have you heard of the Book of Access? When you first show your magical talent, the Pen of Acceptance will try to write your name into the Book of Access. We can go and see your first time Time to manifest your magical talents," Anakin comforted.