Chapter 57 Night Talk 3
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 57 Night Talk 3
After the others left,
Dumbledore and Snape deliberately stayed in the hall.
They are going to restore it to its original state.
Snape waved his wand - the long tables of the four colleges suddenly appeared in their usual positions, and the chairs also appeared immediately, and they lined up like dancing, and 'Deng Deng Dao' entered under the long tables neatly and rhythmically.
Dumbledore clapped his hands.
Crack - clap!
The magical flames that spewed out in mid-air in the hall gradually disappeared into a sea of flames—returned to their usual appearance, and the monster sculptures with teeth and claws gradually put down their wings and sharp claws, squatting on both sides of the top of the glass window.
Boom-boom!
There was no end to the lightning and thunder.
Dumbledore looked at the new magical scene above the ceiling.
He was amused, shook his head, sighed, his long silver beard swaying, "Filch, you... hey!"
Raising his left hand and waving it upwards, the magical scene of the storm disappeared immediately, and the ceiling immediately became covered with black velvet, pitch black, impermeable to light.
When everything is tidied up, the restaurant will return to its original appearance.
Silent and empty, the magic flames were burning and swaying in the brazier, and the shadows of the two kept beating weakly.
Snape came to Dumbledore.
He pondered for a long time, with a serious expression on his face, trying to convince the other party, "Now you understand that little wizard, McGuffin is not an ordinary 11-year-old kid! ——He is like a dark wizard who often goes to the Ministry of Magic's trial seat in this matter, picking himself clean."
"...minds are just like those cunning and treacherous prisoners of Azikaban."
"He's innocent himself, isn't he?" Dumbledore looked at Snape and smiled, "Dear Professor Snape, you worked so hard to act and direct a play full of loopholes just to prove to me that a little wizard is mature?"
"I thought we had a clear conclusion on this point last time!"
"He's a danger, not only to Harry, but to the school as well, compared to..."
"Malfoy Draco's lies can be seen by everyone. Even if he doesn't have the ability of his father, he can at least have a little courage, at least he can stick to his own statement even if it is a lie, really!"
"——I thought that with my help, at least this brat could be expelled from Hogwarts... The current Slytherins are not as good as the next generation." Snape snorted coldly, and said directly with irrepressible anger.
Dumbledore's expression became serious, "This kid has done nothing wrong? Severus! Remember that you are now a professor at Hogwarts, you shouldn't have this preconceived notion of convicting people and encouraging students to frame them with lies."
"Shouldn't you have such an idea? What idea?—to drive that boy out of Hogwarts?" Snape asked coldly, and then said, "Dumbledore, haven't you understood—you can't see him as an ordinary 11-year-old first-year wizard. Look at his performance just now, so good at making up facts, even if he admits that he didn't do it, he has to turn it to his own advantage. In contrast, Harry...he is so stupid, he doesn't understand anything, just like his idiot father Same, causing trouble all day, not inheriting any of Lily's talents and brains."
Snape's expression became more and more agitated, "McGuffin, who hides secrets in his brain, and we don't know the details, is too mature and too dangerous for Harry——I emphasize again that even if he can't be kicked out of this school, he must be removed from Harry's side."
"Even if your nonsense—that he has talents comparable to the Dark Lord's—is true, you can't put him next to Harry. It's too dangerous!"
Snape kept repeating his thoughts.
"Professor Snape, if we only base our judgments on guesswork, there is no difference between us and Voldemort. We can't judge whether a person is reliable just because he has a secret in his heart, and the insanity is not necessarily reliable. Only from a person's behavior can we see the essence of a person's heart more clearly."
"I'm a little hungry!"
Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, but agreed vaguely, neither agreeing nor denying Snape's answer, and then knocked on the long table in front of him, a cup of brown sugar milk tea with milk and two pieces of lemon cake immediately appeared on it.
He invited Snape to join him for a late-night snack.
"This Muggle cake is really delicious, don't you want some?"
—Old fox!
Snape cursed secretly, watching Dumbledore helplessly to change the subject.
"What does it mean that McGuffin Albert entrusted me to teach with Quirrell? Aren't you afraid that your 'genius' will be lured to go astray by the Dark Lord's minions?" He could only mock and ask another question angrily.
"This is the most appropriate way - you have to confirm with your own eyes that this child is not Harry's danger, no?" Dumbledore will eat the lemon cake carefully, not letting it stick to his beard.
"So Quirrell and MacGuffin together?"
"As you said, this little guy has his own set of ideas in his heart, and he won't be easily changed by other people's influence."
"There is another trick of mine. On the one hand, it allows you to monitor Quirrell by the way. On the other hand, I always feel that this little guy knows more about Quirrell than we do. You need to investigate this more..."
After Dumbledore finished eating the cake, he tapped on the table, and the tableware on it disappeared.
"Let's not talk about McGuffin, the children's matter, Harry and the others will solve it themselves, and in most cases, it will be bad for us to intervene."
"The key is Quirrell, what has he done since school started?" Dumbledore said.
Snape said: "He once went to the restricted area on the fourth floor. Instead of entering the underground level through the trapdoor, he fought with the three-headed dog and tried to tame the monster."
"Other than that, there is nothing unusual."
"Have a contest? Didn't you enter the trapdoor? Isn't that Quirrell's style?" Dumbledore muttered to himself, as if thinking of something.
"You have to keep an eye on Quirrell and McGuffin. I feel like we will find something unexpected..." he emphasized again.
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore continued, "Maybe we should invite Quirrell to build the underground checkpoint,"
Snape looked into Dumbledore's eyes suspiciously, "What are you thinking, Dumbledore?"
"No—what did you find?" He emphasized again, "not to mention Quirrell, who is stammering and pretending to be unable to do anything, what can he do? Don't make me laugh?"
"Trust me, Severus, there are some things you'd better not know! That's how things go smoothly."
Dumbledore smiled, like an old bee who has stolen honey.
Snape cursed inwardly, he hated the feeling that he was no longer in control, that he didn't know something.
Knowing that he couldn't get anything out of it, Snape didn't want to stay with this guy for even a quarter of an hour longer.
After realizing that Dumbledore had nothing extra to say, he quickly left this stuffy place.
(End of this chapter)
After the others left,
Dumbledore and Snape deliberately stayed in the hall.
They are going to restore it to its original state.
Snape waved his wand - the long tables of the four colleges suddenly appeared in their usual positions, and the chairs also appeared immediately, and they lined up like dancing, and 'Deng Deng Dao' entered under the long tables neatly and rhythmically.
Dumbledore clapped his hands.
Crack - clap!
The magical flames that spewed out in mid-air in the hall gradually disappeared into a sea of flames—returned to their usual appearance, and the monster sculptures with teeth and claws gradually put down their wings and sharp claws, squatting on both sides of the top of the glass window.
Boom-boom!
There was no end to the lightning and thunder.
Dumbledore looked at the new magical scene above the ceiling.
He was amused, shook his head, sighed, his long silver beard swaying, "Filch, you... hey!"
Raising his left hand and waving it upwards, the magical scene of the storm disappeared immediately, and the ceiling immediately became covered with black velvet, pitch black, impermeable to light.
When everything is tidied up, the restaurant will return to its original appearance.
Silent and empty, the magic flames were burning and swaying in the brazier, and the shadows of the two kept beating weakly.
Snape came to Dumbledore.
He pondered for a long time, with a serious expression on his face, trying to convince the other party, "Now you understand that little wizard, McGuffin is not an ordinary 11-year-old kid! ——He is like a dark wizard who often goes to the Ministry of Magic's trial seat in this matter, picking himself clean."
"...minds are just like those cunning and treacherous prisoners of Azikaban."
"He's innocent himself, isn't he?" Dumbledore looked at Snape and smiled, "Dear Professor Snape, you worked so hard to act and direct a play full of loopholes just to prove to me that a little wizard is mature?"
"I thought we had a clear conclusion on this point last time!"
"He's a danger, not only to Harry, but to the school as well, compared to..."
"Malfoy Draco's lies can be seen by everyone. Even if he doesn't have the ability of his father, he can at least have a little courage, at least he can stick to his own statement even if it is a lie, really!"
"——I thought that with my help, at least this brat could be expelled from Hogwarts... The current Slytherins are not as good as the next generation." Snape snorted coldly, and said directly with irrepressible anger.
Dumbledore's expression became serious, "This kid has done nothing wrong? Severus! Remember that you are now a professor at Hogwarts, you shouldn't have this preconceived notion of convicting people and encouraging students to frame them with lies."
"Shouldn't you have such an idea? What idea?—to drive that boy out of Hogwarts?" Snape asked coldly, and then said, "Dumbledore, haven't you understood—you can't see him as an ordinary 11-year-old first-year wizard. Look at his performance just now, so good at making up facts, even if he admits that he didn't do it, he has to turn it to his own advantage. In contrast, Harry...he is so stupid, he doesn't understand anything, just like his idiot father Same, causing trouble all day, not inheriting any of Lily's talents and brains."
Snape's expression became more and more agitated, "McGuffin, who hides secrets in his brain, and we don't know the details, is too mature and too dangerous for Harry——I emphasize again that even if he can't be kicked out of this school, he must be removed from Harry's side."
"Even if your nonsense—that he has talents comparable to the Dark Lord's—is true, you can't put him next to Harry. It's too dangerous!"
Snape kept repeating his thoughts.
"Professor Snape, if we only base our judgments on guesswork, there is no difference between us and Voldemort. We can't judge whether a person is reliable just because he has a secret in his heart, and the insanity is not necessarily reliable. Only from a person's behavior can we see the essence of a person's heart more clearly."
"I'm a little hungry!"
Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, but agreed vaguely, neither agreeing nor denying Snape's answer, and then knocked on the long table in front of him, a cup of brown sugar milk tea with milk and two pieces of lemon cake immediately appeared on it.
He invited Snape to join him for a late-night snack.
"This Muggle cake is really delicious, don't you want some?"
—Old fox!
Snape cursed secretly, watching Dumbledore helplessly to change the subject.
"What does it mean that McGuffin Albert entrusted me to teach with Quirrell? Aren't you afraid that your 'genius' will be lured to go astray by the Dark Lord's minions?" He could only mock and ask another question angrily.
"This is the most appropriate way - you have to confirm with your own eyes that this child is not Harry's danger, no?" Dumbledore will eat the lemon cake carefully, not letting it stick to his beard.
"So Quirrell and MacGuffin together?"
"As you said, this little guy has his own set of ideas in his heart, and he won't be easily changed by other people's influence."
"There is another trick of mine. On the one hand, it allows you to monitor Quirrell by the way. On the other hand, I always feel that this little guy knows more about Quirrell than we do. You need to investigate this more..."
After Dumbledore finished eating the cake, he tapped on the table, and the tableware on it disappeared.
"Let's not talk about McGuffin, the children's matter, Harry and the others will solve it themselves, and in most cases, it will be bad for us to intervene."
"The key is Quirrell, what has he done since school started?" Dumbledore said.
Snape said: "He once went to the restricted area on the fourth floor. Instead of entering the underground level through the trapdoor, he fought with the three-headed dog and tried to tame the monster."
"Other than that, there is nothing unusual."
"Have a contest? Didn't you enter the trapdoor? Isn't that Quirrell's style?" Dumbledore muttered to himself, as if thinking of something.
"You have to keep an eye on Quirrell and McGuffin. I feel like we will find something unexpected..." he emphasized again.
After a moment of silence, Dumbledore continued, "Maybe we should invite Quirrell to build the underground checkpoint,"
Snape looked into Dumbledore's eyes suspiciously, "What are you thinking, Dumbledore?"
"No—what did you find?" He emphasized again, "not to mention Quirrell, who is stammering and pretending to be unable to do anything, what can he do? Don't make me laugh?"
"Trust me, Severus, there are some things you'd better not know! That's how things go smoothly."
Dumbledore smiled, like an old bee who has stolen honey.
Snape cursed inwardly, he hated the feeling that he was no longer in control, that he didn't know something.
Knowing that he couldn't get anything out of it, Snape didn't want to stay with this guy for even a quarter of an hour longer.
After realizing that Dumbledore had nothing extra to say, he quickly left this stuffy place.
(End of this chapter)
