There is a problem with the bloodline of this body of his own.
This is the only possibility that Link could think of.
After all, in the magical world, indeed there are many wizards who like to mix with other intelligent creatures, some even go as far as to give birth to offspring at all costs.
The most typical example is probably Hagrid.
According to the intelligence gathered on Link's side, that guy is the product of a wizard (father) and a giant (mother).
The Flamel family bloodline having mixed in some elements of high-level Dementors is also not entirely impossible.
Facing the inquiry letter from Link, Madam Flamel also appeared very anxious.
She didn't even go through the normal owl mail process, but directly sent Little Button overnight to deliver the letter to Link's bedside.
In the letter, Madam Flamel very firmly stated that the entire Flamel family, even the family she was born into, may have had records of marrying non-pure-blood wizards or even Muggles, but absolutely no one would choose to mix with other intelligent creatures, let alone Dementors.
Link was half-believing and half-doubting about this.
But what concerned Link more than the truth of Madam Flamel's words was the attitude of the other party.
One must know that although Link spoke cryptically, the worry in his words about the abnormalities of his body was very obvious, and Link absolutely didn't believe that Madam Flamel couldn't see this point.
However, in the reply letter, the other party showed no intention of answering Link's doubts at all, only advised Link to rest assured.
This was clearly just not willing to talk.
And even Madam Flamel wasn't willing to speak, Dumbledore and Snape and the like would be even less likely to talk.
Link sighed, put away the letter, and got up to head to the Great Hall.
The only thing in Hogwarts that could arouse Link's appetite was the breakfast that could be called a calorie bomb, he didn't want to miss it.
It's just a pity that when Link actually arrived at the Great Hall, he found that even his wish of having a breakfast was extravagant.
Because at this time, the Great Hall had already become chaotic.
Countless owls were circling continuously above the Great Hall, and from time to time they would aim and throw down letters or feathers, or things like owl pellets.
The most exaggerated part was that a large portion of the letters being delivered were scarlet-colored Howlers.
These dangerous letters not only explode, but also contain the shouts of the senders inside.
Thanks to them, currently the entire Great Hall had only a few brave ones still hiding under the long tables eating, while everyone else had gathered in the Entrance Hall.
"What is going on!?" Link couldn't help but say.
And upon hearing this, Emily, surrounded by several Slytherin girls, walked over and said, "These are all complaint letters from parents about the Dementors illegally searching the Hogwarts Express yesterday."
"This is already considered mild, I estimate that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is already getting flooded by Howlers right now."
Saying so, Emily handed Link a copy of today's Daily Prophet.
Link focused his eyes and sure enough found Fudge's figure on it.
In the picture, he was still fat, but the usual templated smile on his face was gone, replaced by a look of nervousness.
And the caption below was even more boring.
Fudge claimed that sending Dementors into Hogwarts was an extraordinary measure for extraordinary times, meant to ensure the safety of students.
As for the Dementors illegally searching the Hogwarts Express, he did not mention a single word.
"Fudge should have big trouble now," Emily sneered and said, "He is the direct issuer of the Dementors entering Hogwarts, he has to bear full responsibility for this matter!"
Link nodded.
Fudge, with this idiotic move, didn't just offend those ordinary people, there was also a huge group of pure-blood nobles.
As the actual controllers of the magical world, they certainly wouldn't let Fudge muddle through this so easily.
After chatting a little bit about this, Emily then led the silly dog Skar and left the Entrance Hall.
Yesterday she was really frightened badly. According to her, now she was still busy rallying more Slytherins to complain to the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, to make them pay the price.
Link didn't want to get involved in this matter. He looked around the crowd and then went over to the trio of Harry, very naturally grabbing a sausage from their already-prepared plate and putting it in his mouth.
"What are you all talking about?"
"Link!" Seeing Link come over, Hermione looked very excited. She didn't hesitate much and piled the food in front of Harry and Ron onto Link's plate.
"Eat more!"
"Oh! Thank you!"
After saying thanks, Link ignored Harry and Ron's protests and began eating.
And Harry, whose protest was ineffective, also sighed and explained, "We're talking about Divination class. Right, Link, do you know what Divination class is like?"
"That you asked the right person. I originally also planned to take Divination, so I know a lot about it."
"Then Link, quickly tell us!" Hermione shouted excitedly.
Upon hearing this, Ron on the side complained unhappily, "Some people weren't in a hurry earlier? How come as soon as Link came, they're not leaving anymore!"
"You…"
Hermione was furious. Her face reddened, and she reached out to grab Ron. Seeing this, Link quickly stopped her, then said, "That Divination professor is a total lunatic old lady. Her class content is nothing more than having you steep tea leaves, look at crystal balls, and then start spouting nonsense about how you're going to suffer some terrible fate soon."
"She just likes to scare students with this kind of stuff, it's like this every year."
"And it's also because of this that the Divination exam is really easy to pass. You just need to make up some prophecy about bad luck happening to yourself and you'll pass."
"All in all, you guys are pretty lucky. This is a slack course. Other than giving you a grade on your report card, it has no use. Not like Arithmancy, those math formulas are so annoying to memorize."
"How could Hogwarts have a professor like that!?" Hermione said discontentedly.
"Well, who knows. Divination is all about mystery and talent anyway. Maybe that professor is serious about teaching, just that no one can understand her." Link shrugged and brushed it off casually.
He could understand Hermione's studious mindset, though a bit extreme, it was still better than those two beside her, who were grinning as if they'd won the lottery with a sixty-percent passing mark.
Finishing the last sausage, Link let out a burp, but his gaze fell on Harry's class schedule.
"Oh! You all also took Care of Magical Creatures? Coincidence, I have that class next."
"Really?" Harry said excitedly. "Then this is Hagrid's first class as a professor! When we get back at noon, can you tell us about it?"
"Of course I can. But to be honest, I don't think you should expect too much from Hagrid's class."
Hearing Link's reply, the smiles on the three of Harry's faces also turned a bit awkward.
After all, judging from the textbook Hagrid chose, he really doesn't seem like someone good at teaching.
Link didn't continue to dwell on the topic. He stood up, stretched lazily, and then very naturally looked toward Ron and said, "By the way, Ron, speaking of magical creatures, didn't you raise a rat?"
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