Chapter 373 Dumbledore: What should I call you now?

"You haven't ever considered Dumbledore, have you?!" Rice was stunned: Helga, don't you know what you've done? If Dumbledore can't find this, then Rice suggested that he quit his job as soon as possible and go home to hug his grandchildren.

Because this is as eye-catching as having a train lunch with his wife all night beside his husband. Dumbledore is just old, not dead!

Rice dared to guarantee that Helga would not mention whether she could be successfully teleported back. Even if she could, the moment she pushed open the door of the office, she would definitely see Dumbledore sitting in her office chair waiting for her.

Helga took a deep breath: She was in a hurry at the time, and she was busy beating people after arriving at the place, so she really didn't consider Dumbledore.

Now that Salazar has said this, she has finally reacted, and it may be difficult for her to hide it.

A witch from ancient times, good at food magic, claims to be from Hufflepuff College, and has the highest authority in Hogwarts Castle. It's hard not to suspect that she is Helga Hufflepuff herself!

"You can deny it and say that you are just Hufflepuff's most proud student, but in my opinion, this is meaningless and will cause trouble for self-identification in the future." Rice calmly analyzed the pros and cons for Helga.

In his opinion, it is not a big deal to have your identity revealed. If they did not want to be too high-profile, they would have announced it to the public long ago.

Besides, it is not a big deal to reveal your identity to Dumbledore. He is a wizard standing at the top of the modern magic world. Things that need to be kept secret from the general public are not necessary for him. This is the privilege brought by his strength and prestige.

Seeing Salazar standing there and talking freely, with an attitude of "just admit it" between the lines, Helga felt unhappy.

She asked Rice with a fake smile whether she should tell Dumbledore when she "turned herself in" that the founder of Slytherin College had also returned? Now he is staying in the college to exploit the poor and ignorant girl.

"That's not necessary. Les Lint has been staying in the dormitory tonight and has not gone out. He is a good boy who abides by the school rules - he has to get up early tomorrow to make puppet accessories for Professor White!" Les emphasized the "puppet accessories" and asked Helga to think clearly about what she should say when facing Dumbledore, what she can say and what she can't say.

He didn't really want a headmaster from Gryffindor to know his true identity. It's not that Dumbledore doesn't deserve to know, but he feels that after thousands of years of "influence", Gryffindor people have a wrong perception of Slytherin and will look at themselves with tinted glasses. Then he won't have such a carefree life in the future.

When He heard about the puppet accessories, Helga couldn't say anything. She nodded silently, indicating that she would not "give up" Salazar.

"It's not a big problem," Les winked at Hufflepuff, "Dumbledore is an interesting person. If you don't want to, he won't expose you. At most, he will play a few riddles with you."

"That's good, but Dumbledore should know something." Hufflepuff finally accepted the reality and prepared to return to Hogwarts.

Watching her use magic to control Cedric to float beside her, Les became curious.

"I can help you take care of Cedric, so that Dumbledore won't notice him."

Helga waved her hand. She thought Dumbledore would notice it sooner or later, especially when her identity was exposed. It would be better to tell Dumbledore openly that she chose Cedric.

Helga believed that Dumbledore would not object, because this would be of great benefit to Cedric.

The magic circle on the ground flashed, and a circular portal appeared in front of Helga. She tried to enter, but found that the portal flashed and closed.

The ban on Hogwarts was restarted.

Helga smiled bitterly and fixed the teleportation point at the entrance of Hogwarts School.

This time she succeeded.

Arriving at Hogwarts, Helga found that Dumbledore was not waiting for her at the school gate. So she took Cedric directly into the school.

After settling Cedric in the Hufflepuff College common room, Helga left him a note and then strode to her office.

Pushing open the door of the office, Dumbledore was indeed sitting behind her desk, looking at her with his lake blue eyes.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore." Helga, who had already prepared herself mentally, greeted Dumbledore generously, as if this was not an office at night, but an auditorium at dinner time.

"Good evening." Dumbledore's tone was still calm, and it was impossible to hear his mood from his tone.

"A magical night, isn't it?"

"That's right."

"Forgive me for breaking into a lady's office late at night, but I'm a little curious, why aren't you in the office or the teacher's dormitory?"

Hufflepuff walked to the front of the office, supported the edge of the table with both hands, and asked with a smile: "If I say I went to the toilet to deal with a little trouble, would you believe it?"

"Why not?" Dumbledore also laughed: "People tend to go to the toilet at night when they get older."

Helga shook her head. She was amused by this guy Dumbledore.

"I actually didn't go to the toilet. The main reason was that my little badger was bullied by two mice in the wild. As the owner, I have to do something for him."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, with a glint in his eyes: "Hogwarts also had rats, a few little rats. But the people in the school were very considerate of my old bones. When they first snuck in, I got rid of them, and when I rushed over there were only dead rats left!”

Helga immediately remembered Salazar and the stories he had told her.

"Maybe I met a snake. Snakes always like to eat mice." She replied.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. He took off the half-moon glasses from the bridge of his crooked nose and wiped the lenses with his sleeves.

"I suddenly remembered a question that you never seemed to answer me. You said that you were an ancient wizard who returned to Hogwarts. So which period of time were you an ancient wizard? The definition of ancient is very broad. "

Helga's hands left the edge of the table. She did not answer the question immediately. Instead, she walked slowly to the office window, pointed at the Black Lake outside the window and said: "The ancient Black Lake, I arrived here with my friends. This is how it has been since then, and nothing has changed over the years.”

Then her eyes swept across the area of ​​water formed by her and Salazar's burial of the dementors. She couldn't help but hesitate in her tone and quickly added: Most of the area has not changed.

After hearing the words of "Professor White", Dumbledore's breathing suddenly stopped, and then returned to normal. Professor White even laughed when he talked about the new patch of water.

Helga glanced at him and thought to herself: You still have the nerve to laugh? However, tonight's theme was not to criticize Dumbledore, so she suppressed this topic first, preparing to bring it up later to talk about Dumbledore.

"Time magic is so wonderful. Do you think your friends who are in the same era as you will also come back through time magic?"

This question was difficult to answer, because one of her old friends had made it clear that she did not want Dumbledore to know of his existence, so Helga decisively avoided the question.

"In my opinion, whether they can come back or not is a secondary issue. The most important thing is whether their spirit can be passed down. Hogwarts has undergone great changes, not only the decoration in the castle, but also the inner spirit It's hard to say whether it's good or bad - I personally think it's more bad. For example, if Gryffindor were there, the Dementors wouldn't have entered the school, wouldn't you?"

Dumbledore felt embarrassed. He took a deep breath and tried to keep calm, but the words of the witch in front of him were really sharp.

"I'm sorry." Dumbledore wiped the lenses in his hands much faster. He wanted to say something more, but the words were stuck in his throat.

In the end, he could only sigh and tell "Professor White" that no matter what, he, the principal, would be responsible for this incident, and he failed to fulfill his responsibility to protect the students of the school.

"Maybe it's because I'm old." Dumbledore sighed: "I sincerely thank the people who got rid of the dementors that day - if it was a magical institution, then I'd probably have to thank the founders of the school!"

Helga changed the subject. She told Dumbledore that he was now the principal and that the professors at the school would respect his decision, but also asked him to face up to the responsibilities he would bear after becoming the principal.

"Eh?" Dumbledore seemed to have remembered something and asked another question: "You were closer to the era of the Big Four than I was, so was there such a thing as a principal in the school at that time?"

"As far as I know, the four founders jointly managed the school and did not elect a principal. However, when the remaining three left Hogwarts for various reasons, Rowena Ravenclaw actually became Principal after a while.”

Dumbledore was as happy as a child whose curiosity was satisfied. He stood up from his office chair and said that it was getting late and he shouldn't stay here for too long - if he stayed any longer, there would be some rumors in the school.

Helga was immediately amused by Dumbledore.

Before walking out of the office, Dumbledore turned sideways. His tall body made him feel condescending. He was now serious and serious.

"I have one last question, what should I call you from now on?"

Hufflepuff blinked and replied in a confused tone: "You must be too sleepy, right? Just call me White!"

"Is that so? It seems like I'm really sleepy. But I definitely won't call you wrong during the day. I'm not that old yet."

Dumbledore nodded, turned around and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

Looking at Dumbledore leaving the office, Helga crossed her arms and leaned on the back of the armchair: Sure enough, as Salazar said, Dumbledore really likes to play riddles.

They didn't say anything just now, but they seemed to have said everything again.

Early the next morning, the sun rose as usual, and it seemed like nothing happened last night.

Les brought the bleary-eyed Greengrass sisters to Helga's office, and Helga noticed that Daphne's skin seemed to be getting paler.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her intuition told her that the little girl in front of her seemed to have changed a little.

After explaining the key points of making new parts and assigning today's tasks, Helga took Les to the corner of the office, calling it "doing more professional and technical work".

After a while, seeing the two sisters concentrating on making parts, Helga took the initiative to ask.

"That Daphne seems a little different from before?"

Les responded without raising his head: "She has touched the threshold of the field."

His tone was normal, as if he was saying that Daphne had good test scores, but Helga was shocked: How come Salazar's students also...? !

"I used-"

"I used my own method." Les stopped Helga from taking credit for herself, saying that Daphne's success had nothing to do with her.

It had little to do with him as a teacher.

'But it doesn't seem to be a bad thing to follow Helga's method. ' Les sighed in his heart, if he learned Helga's guidance, Daphne might be on the right track.

What magma field, isn't your own water field good? Water breeds everything, but it can also destroy everything. It is the most powerful force in the world.

It's a pity that my disciple has gone astray, but fortunately this path is not too bad.

"What field is she in?" Helga's curiosity was aroused at once. She subconsciously felt that the disciple of the old venomous snake should inherit the teacher's field like her own students, or at least a sub-field under the field, right?

Les: ...

He began to fiddle with the parts in his hand seriously, as if he didn't hear the old friend's question at all.

Helga:?

o(=ω=)o!

Seeing her old friend pretending to be dead, she suddenly realized something, and her expression became wrong.

"Old venomous snake, what are you avoiding?"

Les: (=ω=)

Seeing Salazar's reaction, Helga immediately knew what was going on, and she couldn't suppress a smile at the corner of her mouth.

After taking two deep breaths, she asked in a voice that was trembling slightly from trying not to laugh: "Hey, did that kid awaken the field of fire attribute?"

Les: "Wow, you're so annoying, can you concentrate on your work? The client trusted you so much to give you the deposit, and you use this work attitude to make their dolls?"

Puff.

Helga couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

Daphne and Astoria raised their heads in confusion, looking at Professor White in confusion.

"Do your own thing, I just remembered something happy." Helga said to the two girls with a flushed face.

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