Chapter 87 Schedule
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Glenn nodded with deep understanding.
Apart from anything else, the ability to ignore the anti-Apparition curse and teleport at will in Hogwarts is far superior to the methods of wizards.
"If nothing else happens, Professor Rick will definitely be exploring the Ravenclaw lounge by midnight today at the latest."
Dumbledore slowly revealed his plan.
"Glenn, please pay attention to the situation there. Once he appears, use Fox's feathers to notify me. I will find Mr. Rooney as soon as possible and ask him to go to the lounge to complete our plan."
"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Principal! This is what Rooney should do!" The house elf bowed repeatedly and said sincerely.
With a smile on his face, Dumbledore continued: "I believe that when Professor Rick discovered a house elf who suddenly apparated, he must have thought that this was her best chance to find the library."
"Indeed." Glenn agreed.
Most human beings are like this, the authorities are obsessed with it, even the smartest people will say it is inevitable.
The difference is that when clues to break the situation appear, they can always have a flash of inspiration and seize the opportunity.
Obviously, Patricia, who is outstanding in her original industry, is exactly this kind of person.
Dumbledore handed the book in his hand to Rooney, and the elf apparated out of the office with a "pop" sound.
"The best time for the ceremony should be midnight on Easter, that is, tomorrow night." He waited for Rooney to leave and said to Glenn, "You need to disguise yourself as Miss Arthur and go to Gryffindor's public hall. Go to the lounge."
Glenn nodded, indicating that he had no objection.
"But..." Morgana glanced at Glenn worriedly.
"As for you, Miss Arthur," he said, "in order to reduce the danger that Glenn may encounter, I hope you can stay with me until Fox delivers the news."
Morgana opened her mouth, but saw Glenn giving her a gentle smile that reassured her.
"Okay..." She bit her lip and nodded in agreement.
Dumbledore looked at Glenn solemnly and said with concern: "No matter what, protecting your own safety comes first."
Glenn felt the sincerity in his eyes. Although he was still a little nervous, he still showed a relaxed smile.
Before revealing his trump cards and coming up with a plan, he had simulated possible scenarios countless times in his mind.
In fact, this mission is far less dangerous than it seems.
If it wasn't for sure, given his character, he wouldn't have dared to take the risk casually.
But with Flash and Phoenix Feather in hand, it's really not that easy to hurt him at Hogwarts.
On the premise of ensuring safety, it can not only eliminate the time bomb hidden in the school, but also improve his status in Dumbledore's mind. No matter how you look at it, it is not a loss.
Glenn and Morgana confirmed some details with Dumbledore, then said goodbye and left.
When walking on the branch road that leads to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers, the girl looked at Glenn deeply, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated and turned around to leave.
Glenn looked at her back, feeling a little strange.
...
At night, Glenn was lying on the four-poster bed, hearing the slight snores of his two roommates.
In front of him is a light blue translucent system light screen, which displays the map interface.
On the map, several cursors flickered slightly.
The cursor written on Morgana Arthur did not return to the dormitory, but paced back and forth in the Gryffindor common room. I don't know if it was because of nervousness.
Dumbledore didn't rest either. He was standing by the window of his office, seemingly looking at the scenery outside the window.
And the name in red that he paid most attention to—Patricia Rick—was walking through the corridor toward Ravenclaw Tower.
Glenn stood up gently, reached out and took out the phoenix feathers from his shirt pocket, held it in his hand, quietly opened the bedroom door, and went to the last hiding place in advance.
In order to avoid being accidentally recognized by Patricia, he deliberately changed into Robert Hilliard.
Not long after, there was a "squeak" and the door to the lounge was pushed open.
A tall and graceful figure walked in, wearing a black cloak.
She carefully looked around every corner of the lounge, and took a second look at the armchair in front of the fireplace with its back to the door.
Although Glenn had hidden his figure in the darkness, for the sake of caution, he still hid behind the wall.
Patricia made sure that no one was around and walked quickly to the statue. It was obvious that she was in a very anxious mood.
After all, there wasn't much time left for her.
Glenn chuckled to himself.
She always came at midnight or during the day. If it wasn't for the plan that she had to get the Grimoire, she might never be able to find the entrance to the library.
From this point of view, Glenn, who put himself in danger on Christmas Eve, clearly suffered a loss.
He looked at Patricia's careful search and silently clenched the phoenix feathers in his hand.
There was a slight warmth coming from the feathers, as if they were responding on Fox's behalf.
After a while, the familiar sound of apparition came from downstairs.
Patricia, who was highly nervous, turned around suddenly, drew out her wand with lightning speed, and pointed it in the direction of the sound.
A timid, thin voice came from the shadows.
"Yes...I'm sorry...Professor Rick..." Rooney walked out from behind the sofa tremblingly, raising his hands above his head, his thin legs trembling slightly, "Sorry to disturb you..."
Glenn just calls good guy.
I didn't expect this bald house elf to act so well.
Patricia obviously didn't expect that it was an elf who came out. Her expression was slightly stunned, but she did not move away from the wand in her hand.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She calmed down and asked.
The elf whispered, even his voice was trembling: "Rooney is the house elf of Hogwarts. He comes to clean the lounge..."
"I was too focused on looking for something. You came so suddenly. I overreacted a little."
The woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away her wand, and said without leaving any trace.
Rooney apologized profusely, and then asked flatteringly: "Is there anything I can do for you? Rooney has worked at Hogwarts for many years and knows the castle very well."
"No, you can go back first." Patricia replied subconsciously.
Glenn, who was hiding upstairs, secretly said it was a pity.
Rooney didn't dare to appear too proactive, and he couldn't just apparate away.
I had no choice but to slowly pick up the cleaning tools scattered on the ground and slowly walk out the door, hoping that Patricia would react quickly.
Just as he was about to walk out of the lounge door, a slightly surprised female voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Wait a moment!"
Apart from anything else, the ability to ignore the anti-Apparition curse and teleport at will in Hogwarts is far superior to the methods of wizards.
"If nothing else happens, Professor Rick will definitely be exploring the Ravenclaw lounge by midnight today at the latest."
Dumbledore slowly revealed his plan.
"Glenn, please pay attention to the situation there. Once he appears, use Fox's feathers to notify me. I will find Mr. Rooney as soon as possible and ask him to go to the lounge to complete our plan."
"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Principal! This is what Rooney should do!" The house elf bowed repeatedly and said sincerely.
With a smile on his face, Dumbledore continued: "I believe that when Professor Rick discovered a house elf who suddenly apparated, he must have thought that this was her best chance to find the library."
"Indeed." Glenn agreed.
Most human beings are like this, the authorities are obsessed with it, even the smartest people will say it is inevitable.
The difference is that when clues to break the situation appear, they can always have a flash of inspiration and seize the opportunity.
Obviously, Patricia, who is outstanding in her original industry, is exactly this kind of person.
Dumbledore handed the book in his hand to Rooney, and the elf apparated out of the office with a "pop" sound.
"The best time for the ceremony should be midnight on Easter, that is, tomorrow night." He waited for Rooney to leave and said to Glenn, "You need to disguise yourself as Miss Arthur and go to Gryffindor's public hall. Go to the lounge."
Glenn nodded, indicating that he had no objection.
"But..." Morgana glanced at Glenn worriedly.
"As for you, Miss Arthur," he said, "in order to reduce the danger that Glenn may encounter, I hope you can stay with me until Fox delivers the news."
Morgana opened her mouth, but saw Glenn giving her a gentle smile that reassured her.
"Okay..." She bit her lip and nodded in agreement.
Dumbledore looked at Glenn solemnly and said with concern: "No matter what, protecting your own safety comes first."
Glenn felt the sincerity in his eyes. Although he was still a little nervous, he still showed a relaxed smile.
Before revealing his trump cards and coming up with a plan, he had simulated possible scenarios countless times in his mind.
In fact, this mission is far less dangerous than it seems.
If it wasn't for sure, given his character, he wouldn't have dared to take the risk casually.
But with Flash and Phoenix Feather in hand, it's really not that easy to hurt him at Hogwarts.
On the premise of ensuring safety, it can not only eliminate the time bomb hidden in the school, but also improve his status in Dumbledore's mind. No matter how you look at it, it is not a loss.
Glenn and Morgana confirmed some details with Dumbledore, then said goodbye and left.
When walking on the branch road that leads to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers, the girl looked at Glenn deeply, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated and turned around to leave.
Glenn looked at her back, feeling a little strange.
...
At night, Glenn was lying on the four-poster bed, hearing the slight snores of his two roommates.
In front of him is a light blue translucent system light screen, which displays the map interface.
On the map, several cursors flickered slightly.
The cursor written on Morgana Arthur did not return to the dormitory, but paced back and forth in the Gryffindor common room. I don't know if it was because of nervousness.
Dumbledore didn't rest either. He was standing by the window of his office, seemingly looking at the scenery outside the window.
And the name in red that he paid most attention to—Patricia Rick—was walking through the corridor toward Ravenclaw Tower.
Glenn stood up gently, reached out and took out the phoenix feathers from his shirt pocket, held it in his hand, quietly opened the bedroom door, and went to the last hiding place in advance.
In order to avoid being accidentally recognized by Patricia, he deliberately changed into Robert Hilliard.
Not long after, there was a "squeak" and the door to the lounge was pushed open.
A tall and graceful figure walked in, wearing a black cloak.
She carefully looked around every corner of the lounge, and took a second look at the armchair in front of the fireplace with its back to the door.
Although Glenn had hidden his figure in the darkness, for the sake of caution, he still hid behind the wall.
Patricia made sure that no one was around and walked quickly to the statue. It was obvious that she was in a very anxious mood.
After all, there wasn't much time left for her.
Glenn chuckled to himself.
She always came at midnight or during the day. If it wasn't for the plan that she had to get the Grimoire, she might never be able to find the entrance to the library.
From this point of view, Glenn, who put himself in danger on Christmas Eve, clearly suffered a loss.
He looked at Patricia's careful search and silently clenched the phoenix feathers in his hand.
There was a slight warmth coming from the feathers, as if they were responding on Fox's behalf.
After a while, the familiar sound of apparition came from downstairs.
Patricia, who was highly nervous, turned around suddenly, drew out her wand with lightning speed, and pointed it in the direction of the sound.
A timid, thin voice came from the shadows.
"Yes...I'm sorry...Professor Rick..." Rooney walked out from behind the sofa tremblingly, raising his hands above his head, his thin legs trembling slightly, "Sorry to disturb you..."
Glenn just calls good guy.
I didn't expect this bald house elf to act so well.
Patricia obviously didn't expect that it was an elf who came out. Her expression was slightly stunned, but she did not move away from the wand in her hand.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" She calmed down and asked.
The elf whispered, even his voice was trembling: "Rooney is the house elf of Hogwarts. He comes to clean the lounge..."
"I was too focused on looking for something. You came so suddenly. I overreacted a little."
The woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, put away her wand, and said without leaving any trace.
Rooney apologized profusely, and then asked flatteringly: "Is there anything I can do for you? Rooney has worked at Hogwarts for many years and knows the castle very well."
"No, you can go back first." Patricia replied subconsciously.
Glenn, who was hiding upstairs, secretly said it was a pity.
Rooney didn't dare to appear too proactive, and he couldn't just apparate away.
I had no choice but to slowly pick up the cleaning tools scattered on the ground and slowly walk out the door, hoping that Patricia would react quickly.
Just as he was about to walk out of the lounge door, a slightly surprised female voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Wait a moment!"
