Chapter 385
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 385
In the absence of Scott's objection, Milton even wrote the letter overnight.
The next morning, without even having breakfast, he went to the owl shack to post the letter.
At the dinner table afterwards, Milton said to Scott: "Although this will make my father offend the Carlo family, it will also increase the Roller family's favor for him. I guess he will not refuse my request."
Scott didn't say much, but thanked him solemnly.
Milton shook his head, "It's really nothing, you've helped me many times."
Eddie on the side smiled and said, "You two are too polite!"
"We're all friends." Roger put his arms around Scott and Milton's necks, "It's perfectly normal to help each other."
Hearing their words, Scott and Milton also laughed.
After breakfast, several people separated, and Scott came to the eighth floor of the castle, preparing to go to the Response Room for class.
As he passed a hallway, a wooden door emerged from the stone wall to his right, and opened automatically.
Scott stopped.
"Good morning, Scott." Dumbledore's voice came from inside the door, "Please come in."
"Okay, excuse me."
Scott responded, pushed open the door and walked in.
After entering the door, the first thing he saw was Ravenclaw in the portrait on the wall.
On the wall neatly hung with pictures, Ms. Ravenclaw is sitting upright in a painting in the center and smiling at him, while the other former headmasters are crowded together in the paintings on the edge, as if I dare not approach her.
"Mentor?" Scott was a little surprised.
"Your magic mentor Ms. Ravenclaw and Filius are visiting me." Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, said to Scott, "She told me that you have something to talk to me about. .”
Scott also didn't expect Ravenclaw to take the initiative to push him.
He glanced at Ravenclaw in the painting again in surprise, and politely greeted Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick.
"Don't worry, my apprentice." In the painting, Ravenclaw gave him another encouraging smile, saying meaningfully, "No one in this office can reveal our secrets."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the frame in the corner, a bald wizard laughed out loud obsequiously.
"Ms. Ravenclaw is right."
He moved a step aside while speaking, revealing the person who was blocked by his body just now.
The moment Scott saw this person, his eyes widened.
It was Phineas Black, the black-haired and mean-featured wizard who had been tied up with a rope and a sock stuffed in his mouth.
"This guy has been telling the truth!" The bald wizard slapped Phineas Black on the head with a huge slap, "We've found out!"
As he spoke, he seemed still unrepentant, and punched Phineas Black in the face a few more times.
"This kind of beating is not a punishment. We are all portraits. We don't feel any pain at all, and we won't get hurt." Dai Lisi DeVante said sarcasticly, "Now all he cares about is his reputation."
Then, the other former headmasters also spoke out in a hurry, insulting Phineas Black with ugly words, and asked Dumbledore to take action to completely ruin his reputation.
"This is not advisable." Dumbledore did not listen to their opinions, "We cannot let the dead affect the living."
What he meant was that he didn't want this incident to affect Sirius, the survivor of the Black family.
Hearing his words, Professor Flitwick, who was sitting beside him, also nodded.
When the other headmasters wanted to say something more, Ravenclaw spoke.
"Let's stop here." She said flatly.
The effect of her words was immediate, and the principals immediately shut up.
"Now, let my apprentice have a good chat with Dumbledore and Flitwick."
After Ravenclaw finished speaking, he quickly disappeared from the painting.
As she left, the other principals also started to move, and the bald wizard dragged Phoenix Black who was tied up, and a group of people quickly disappeared into the painting.
Soon, the paintings on the walls became blank.
Such a serious matter from the Ravenclaw mentor made Scott inexplicably embarrassed, and for a while he didn't know how to speak.
"Take it easy, kid." Dumbledore said kindly, "Sit down, what would you like to drink?"
Scott complied and sat down.
Seeing the smile on Dumbledore's face, he suddenly relaxed.
"Black tea, no sugar, thank you." He said.
"no problem."
Dumbledore raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a cup of hot black tea immediately appeared in front of Scott.
Scott took a sip of black tea, and then began to talk about the intersections between himself and Medea.
He didn't deliberately organize his language, he almost thought of where to say it.
Neither Dumbledore nor Professor Flitwick disturbed him, they just listened to his story quietly.
After talking about the intersection with Medea, Scott took the silver snake-shaped necklace Medea gave him from his wrist and put it on the table, and took out the cardboard box containing the small fireplace and Floo powder from the shapeshifting lizard pouch .
Then, he began to tell stories related to Savannah.
From the first time he spoke of counting and divination for Savannah, until he finished what Savannah wrote in the last letter, he finally stopped talking and waited for the two professors to speak.
Dumbledore was the first to speak, "This is quite an exciting experience. What do you think, Felius, we wouldn't have experienced so much when he was so young."
There was still a smile in his tone, and he didn't seem surprised by what Scott said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice...letting a young child bear this alone." Professor Flitwick obviously blamed himself, "You should have told us about the difficulties you encountered earlier, Scott. "
Scott opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.
In the face of Professor Flitwick's sincere concern, he felt guilty and ashamed at the same time.
"I'm sorry, Professor." He admitted his mistake sincerely. "The cause of the incident was my greed. I accepted Medea's gift."
Out of greed, he concealed and accepted the gift from Medea, and later had to conceal more things.
Professor Flitwick shook his head, not even criticizing Scott.
He said: "I understand you. If I were fourteen or fifteen years old, I would have made the same choice as you."
"We were all young once." Dumbledore blinked, "Children don't always like to share their little secrets with adults."
The two professors did not comment too much on Scott's concealment, but naturally talked about others.
"Exactly, I need a channel to communicate with Ms. Slytherin." Dumbledore reached for the cardboard box, placed it on the table in front of him and opened it.
He reached out to pick up the toy-like fireplace, smiled and said to Professor Flitwick, "This is really an interesting idea, isn't it, using the Floo network to build a secret communication channel."
Professor Flitwick glanced at the large fireplace in the principal's office and nodded.
He agreed: "This is a technology worth promoting, which can effectively improve the efficiency of people's work and life."
"Unfortunately." Dumbledore put down the small fireplace, "Ms. Slytherin doesn't mean to promote it."
He looked again at the silver snake necklace on the table in front of Scott.
"This is the Portkey with special effects?"
He reached for the necklace for a closer look, then handed it to Professor Flitwick.
"It seems that there are still many unknown special inventions hidden in the magic world."
Professor Flitwick also looked at it with great interest, tested it with a few spells, and then returned it to Scott.
"Take it at ease, child." He said kindly, "Although it does not comply with the Ministry of Magic's legal requirements, it can at least guarantee your safety, and Ms. Slytherin has not tampered with this necklace."
Scott quickly took it and thanked him.
At this moment, Dumbledore opened the box of Floo powder, scooped up a spoonful of the powder, put it into the fireplace, and watched the little green flame blaze up.
In Scott's eyes, the old principal at this moment is like a child who has been given a novelty toy.
"No. 001." Dumbledore said the number belonging to Medea with great interest.
The flames in the small fireplace danced, and soon Medea's voice came from it.
"Scott?" She seemed a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to contact me."
"Hello, Ms. Slytherin. I'm Albus Dumbledore," said Dumbledore to the small fireplace.
"Mr. Principal?" Medea's voice was even more surprised, "You discovered what Scott's child was hiding?"
"No, Scott took the initiative to tell me, ma'am." Dumbledore glanced at Scott as he spoke.
This time, Medea on the other side of the small fireplace was silent for a while before speaking.
"I really didn't expect it." She said, "That's not a child who can give trust easily."
Hearing what she said, Scott lowered his head.
At this time, he heard Dumbledore say with a smile: "I know, I am honored to have his trust. From this point of view, I can be regarded as a fairly qualified headmaster."
Medea sneered when she heard the words, "Maybe he just has no choice, although I like his character very much, but I have to say, what you get may not be true trust, because Scott is a child who only has interests in his eyes .”
Scott raised his head in astonishment.
"No, you're wrong, Ms. Slytherin." Dumbledore gave Scott a reassuring look, then bowed his head to the fireplace and said, "If you remember, the reason Scott met you in the first place was because To help his friend."
Listening to the old headmaster's words, Scott felt his tense expression relax a bit.
Medea just sneered.
"Yeah, I remember," she said, "but I also remember very well that the kid named Graves didn't get his musical talent back as he wanted because his friends wouldn't make any sacrifices for him. "
(End of this chapter)
In the absence of Scott's objection, Milton even wrote the letter overnight.
The next morning, without even having breakfast, he went to the owl shack to post the letter.
At the dinner table afterwards, Milton said to Scott: "Although this will make my father offend the Carlo family, it will also increase the Roller family's favor for him. I guess he will not refuse my request."
Scott didn't say much, but thanked him solemnly.
Milton shook his head, "It's really nothing, you've helped me many times."
Eddie on the side smiled and said, "You two are too polite!"
"We're all friends." Roger put his arms around Scott and Milton's necks, "It's perfectly normal to help each other."
Hearing their words, Scott and Milton also laughed.
After breakfast, several people separated, and Scott came to the eighth floor of the castle, preparing to go to the Response Room for class.
As he passed a hallway, a wooden door emerged from the stone wall to his right, and opened automatically.
Scott stopped.
"Good morning, Scott." Dumbledore's voice came from inside the door, "Please come in."
"Okay, excuse me."
Scott responded, pushed open the door and walked in.
After entering the door, the first thing he saw was Ravenclaw in the portrait on the wall.
On the wall neatly hung with pictures, Ms. Ravenclaw is sitting upright in a painting in the center and smiling at him, while the other former headmasters are crowded together in the paintings on the edge, as if I dare not approach her.
"Mentor?" Scott was a little surprised.
"Your magic mentor Ms. Ravenclaw and Filius are visiting me." Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, said to Scott, "She told me that you have something to talk to me about. .”
Scott also didn't expect Ravenclaw to take the initiative to push him.
He glanced at Ravenclaw in the painting again in surprise, and politely greeted Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick.
"Don't worry, my apprentice." In the painting, Ravenclaw gave him another encouraging smile, saying meaningfully, "No one in this office can reveal our secrets."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the frame in the corner, a bald wizard laughed out loud obsequiously.
"Ms. Ravenclaw is right."
He moved a step aside while speaking, revealing the person who was blocked by his body just now.
The moment Scott saw this person, his eyes widened.
It was Phineas Black, the black-haired and mean-featured wizard who had been tied up with a rope and a sock stuffed in his mouth.
"This guy has been telling the truth!" The bald wizard slapped Phineas Black on the head with a huge slap, "We've found out!"
As he spoke, he seemed still unrepentant, and punched Phineas Black in the face a few more times.
"This kind of beating is not a punishment. We are all portraits. We don't feel any pain at all, and we won't get hurt." Dai Lisi DeVante said sarcasticly, "Now all he cares about is his reputation."
Then, the other former headmasters also spoke out in a hurry, insulting Phineas Black with ugly words, and asked Dumbledore to take action to completely ruin his reputation.
"This is not advisable." Dumbledore did not listen to their opinions, "We cannot let the dead affect the living."
What he meant was that he didn't want this incident to affect Sirius, the survivor of the Black family.
Hearing his words, Professor Flitwick, who was sitting beside him, also nodded.
When the other headmasters wanted to say something more, Ravenclaw spoke.
"Let's stop here." She said flatly.
The effect of her words was immediate, and the principals immediately shut up.
"Now, let my apprentice have a good chat with Dumbledore and Flitwick."
After Ravenclaw finished speaking, he quickly disappeared from the painting.
As she left, the other principals also started to move, and the bald wizard dragged Phoenix Black who was tied up, and a group of people quickly disappeared into the painting.
Soon, the paintings on the walls became blank.
Such a serious matter from the Ravenclaw mentor made Scott inexplicably embarrassed, and for a while he didn't know how to speak.
"Take it easy, kid." Dumbledore said kindly, "Sit down, what would you like to drink?"
Scott complied and sat down.
Seeing the smile on Dumbledore's face, he suddenly relaxed.
"Black tea, no sugar, thank you." He said.
"no problem."
Dumbledore raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a cup of hot black tea immediately appeared in front of Scott.
Scott took a sip of black tea, and then began to talk about the intersections between himself and Medea.
He didn't deliberately organize his language, he almost thought of where to say it.
Neither Dumbledore nor Professor Flitwick disturbed him, they just listened to his story quietly.
After talking about the intersection with Medea, Scott took the silver snake-shaped necklace Medea gave him from his wrist and put it on the table, and took out the cardboard box containing the small fireplace and Floo powder from the shapeshifting lizard pouch .
Then, he began to tell stories related to Savannah.
From the first time he spoke of counting and divination for Savannah, until he finished what Savannah wrote in the last letter, he finally stopped talking and waited for the two professors to speak.
Dumbledore was the first to speak, "This is quite an exciting experience. What do you think, Felius, we wouldn't have experienced so much when he was so young."
There was still a smile in his tone, and he didn't seem surprised by what Scott said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice...letting a young child bear this alone." Professor Flitwick obviously blamed himself, "You should have told us about the difficulties you encountered earlier, Scott. "
Scott opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.
In the face of Professor Flitwick's sincere concern, he felt guilty and ashamed at the same time.
"I'm sorry, Professor." He admitted his mistake sincerely. "The cause of the incident was my greed. I accepted Medea's gift."
Out of greed, he concealed and accepted the gift from Medea, and later had to conceal more things.
Professor Flitwick shook his head, not even criticizing Scott.
He said: "I understand you. If I were fourteen or fifteen years old, I would have made the same choice as you."
"We were all young once." Dumbledore blinked, "Children don't always like to share their little secrets with adults."
The two professors did not comment too much on Scott's concealment, but naturally talked about others.
"Exactly, I need a channel to communicate with Ms. Slytherin." Dumbledore reached for the cardboard box, placed it on the table in front of him and opened it.
He reached out to pick up the toy-like fireplace, smiled and said to Professor Flitwick, "This is really an interesting idea, isn't it, using the Floo network to build a secret communication channel."
Professor Flitwick glanced at the large fireplace in the principal's office and nodded.
He agreed: "This is a technology worth promoting, which can effectively improve the efficiency of people's work and life."
"Unfortunately." Dumbledore put down the small fireplace, "Ms. Slytherin doesn't mean to promote it."
He looked again at the silver snake necklace on the table in front of Scott.
"This is the Portkey with special effects?"
He reached for the necklace for a closer look, then handed it to Professor Flitwick.
"It seems that there are still many unknown special inventions hidden in the magic world."
Professor Flitwick also looked at it with great interest, tested it with a few spells, and then returned it to Scott.
"Take it at ease, child." He said kindly, "Although it does not comply with the Ministry of Magic's legal requirements, it can at least guarantee your safety, and Ms. Slytherin has not tampered with this necklace."
Scott quickly took it and thanked him.
At this moment, Dumbledore opened the box of Floo powder, scooped up a spoonful of the powder, put it into the fireplace, and watched the little green flame blaze up.
In Scott's eyes, the old principal at this moment is like a child who has been given a novelty toy.
"No. 001." Dumbledore said the number belonging to Medea with great interest.
The flames in the small fireplace danced, and soon Medea's voice came from it.
"Scott?" She seemed a little surprised, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to contact me."
"Hello, Ms. Slytherin. I'm Albus Dumbledore," said Dumbledore to the small fireplace.
"Mr. Principal?" Medea's voice was even more surprised, "You discovered what Scott's child was hiding?"
"No, Scott took the initiative to tell me, ma'am." Dumbledore glanced at Scott as he spoke.
This time, Medea on the other side of the small fireplace was silent for a while before speaking.
"I really didn't expect it." She said, "That's not a child who can give trust easily."
Hearing what she said, Scott lowered his head.
At this time, he heard Dumbledore say with a smile: "I know, I am honored to have his trust. From this point of view, I can be regarded as a fairly qualified headmaster."
Medea sneered when she heard the words, "Maybe he just has no choice, although I like his character very much, but I have to say, what you get may not be true trust, because Scott is a child who only has interests in his eyes .”
Scott raised his head in astonishment.
"No, you're wrong, Ms. Slytherin." Dumbledore gave Scott a reassuring look, then bowed his head to the fireplace and said, "If you remember, the reason Scott met you in the first place was because To help his friend."
Listening to the old headmaster's words, Scott felt his tense expression relax a bit.
Medea just sneered.
"Yeah, I remember," she said, "but I also remember very well that the kid named Graves didn't get his musical talent back as he wanted because his friends wouldn't make any sacrifices for him. "
(End of this chapter)
