Chapter 89 The rain is coming
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
Patricia raised such a question, which was also part of Dumbledore's plan.
The house elf's magic can enter and exit Ravenclaw's library at any time. With her wisdom, she will not miss such a good opportunity.
"I know..." Rooney had just hit the armrest of the sofa for a long time, and he still hadn't caught his breath yet, so he replied breathlessly.
Patricia narrowed her narrow phoenix eyes.
"In that case, I order you to apparate me into the Ravenclaw library. Go now."
"This..."
Rooney still followed the plan, with hesitation written on his face.
"What? Are you going to disobey the professor's order?"
Although the murderous intention that suddenly broke out just now was suppressed by Patricia, it still seemed to have a slight impact on her.
Compared to her usual cautiousness and lack of traces, she now clearly became much more unscrupulous.
Rooney shook his head repeatedly and bumped against the armrest of the sofa again.
The woman stepped forward with her long legs, walked to the elf in two steps, raised her hand, grabbed the tea towel behind his back, and lifted him into the air.
"Hurry up, don't waste time!" She said in a cold voice, "This is an order."
Rooney was really scared this time, but she still resisted the urge to disapparate and left, insisting on completing the task assigned to her by Dumbledore.
"As you command...Professor Rick..." he said with a trembling voice, "please put me down and I will take you in..."
Patricia let go of her hand with satisfaction, a charming smile on her face.
"Thank you then, elf."
Rooney's legs were a little weak, and he gently raised one hand and made a preparation to snap his fingers.
"Please take hold of Rooney's shoulders, Professor."
Patricia's smile grew even brighter upon hearing this, and she immediately put her hand gently on Rooney's shoulder.
"Crack~"
The crisp sound of snapping fingers and the crisp sound of disembodiment overlapped, and the two people downstairs disappeared at the same time.
Glenn, who was hiding in the corner, stood up and stared at the place where one person and one elf disappeared, feeling a little uneasy.
Ever since the red light flashed in Patricia's eyes just now, something seemed wrong. Although she suppressed her murderous thoughts on the surface, her whole temperament had obviously changed.
This made him inevitably worry about Rooney's safety.
If Patricia crosses the river and burns the bridge, when she reaches the library, she raises her hand and casts a killing curse...
Glenn's eyes turned to the window. The moonlight was particularly bright tonight.
"We can only hope that Rooney can protect himself." He whispered to himself.
Come to think of it, Dumbledore must have asked him to prioritize his own safety, right?
He looked up at the silent ceiling again, and went back to the dormitory with many thoughts on his mind.
Lying on the bed, the map interface remains open.
Rooney and Patricia, one yellow and one red, appear in separate spaces directly above the lounge.
Glenn watched the two cursors flashing and moving intently, never daring to look away.
Not long after, the yellow cursor in the library suddenly disappeared, leaving only Patricia's red cursor.
Glenn was shocked and quickly searched around the map, fearing that something might really happen to Rooney.
Fortunately, that humble name appeared in the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the system light screen.
Plan completion: 50%
...
Tossed and turned overnight.
The next day, Tricia did not appear at the teacher's seat in the auditorium.
Dumbledore, who had just finished breakfast, stood up and looked at Glenn through his half-moon lenses.
Glenn nodded imperceptibly at him and continued to cook.
The method Chambers had taught Roger earlier worked.
Eating can indeed relieve tension.
At the Gryffindor table, Morgana couldn't eat anything and looked worried.The fork in his hand was unconsciously playing with the toast on the plate, and his eyes drifted towards Ravenclaw from time to time.
As if he felt her gaze, he put down his knife and fork and raised his head.
There was a bit of worry and nervousness in the girl's clear eyes.
Glenn smiled slightly, winked at her, stood up, and followed the direction Dumbledore left, preparing to go to the principal's office.
He deliberately slowed down and waited for the footsteps behind him.
Not long after, Morgana followed.
"Do you really want to complete that ritual for me..."
She followed step by step for a long distance, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Glenn turned back and looked at her with a smile, his silver eyes filled with confidence.
"Don't worry, didn't I promise you?"
The girl seemed to be touched, her eyes were watery, adding a bit of concern.
"But that's really too dangerous. Didn't you say that unless you are strong enough..."
"The strength is enough." Glenn said in a relaxed tone, reaching out and taking out Fox's feathers from his shirt pocket, "I can summon the headmaster of Hogwarts. Isn't that powerful enough?"
"That's Professor Dumbledore being powerful, not you."
Morgana couldn't help but complain, but was infected by his optimism and smiled.
The two of them walked side by side to the eighth floor and climbed the golden spiral staircase behind the Gargoyle.
The oak office door was open, and Dumbledore was stroking Fawkes' soft feathers with his back to the door.
"You are here."
Dumbledore didn't look back, but said to himself as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
"Yeah." Glenn had been here many times before and was no longer as reserved as before, minding his own business and sitting on the armchair next to the desk.
Morgana still behaved well and stood behind him.
Dumbledore turned around and motioned for her to sit down.
"So, the first step of the plan has been successfully completed."
"Yes," Glenn nodded, "But you should have known about it for a long time, right? I don't believe Rooney won't come to report to you after completing the mission."
"Ahem..." Dumbledore didn't expect Glenn to answer like this, and the words he had originally prepared were choked back.
"Of course, I have learned the results of last night from Mr. Rooney. Although there were some twists and turns, fortunately everything went well." He adjusted his expression and said slowly, "Then the next step is up to you. Glenn.”
"But Professor, do we really have no other way?" Morgana couldn't help but ask.
Dumbledore pondered for a moment and replied: "I have to say, all things considered, this is the safest method at present."
"Don't worry," Glenn said with a smile, "If I have to watch your body being taken over in the end, wouldn't my hard work this year have been in vain?"
The girl almost laughed at him and couldn't help but glare at him.
Glenn's tone remained relaxed.
"I don't want to wait for you to bring that old monster with you to settle accounts with me, as you said."
The house elf's magic can enter and exit Ravenclaw's library at any time. With her wisdom, she will not miss such a good opportunity.
"I know..." Rooney had just hit the armrest of the sofa for a long time, and he still hadn't caught his breath yet, so he replied breathlessly.
Patricia narrowed her narrow phoenix eyes.
"In that case, I order you to apparate me into the Ravenclaw library. Go now."
"This..."
Rooney still followed the plan, with hesitation written on his face.
"What? Are you going to disobey the professor's order?"
Although the murderous intention that suddenly broke out just now was suppressed by Patricia, it still seemed to have a slight impact on her.
Compared to her usual cautiousness and lack of traces, she now clearly became much more unscrupulous.
Rooney shook his head repeatedly and bumped against the armrest of the sofa again.
The woman stepped forward with her long legs, walked to the elf in two steps, raised her hand, grabbed the tea towel behind his back, and lifted him into the air.
"Hurry up, don't waste time!" She said in a cold voice, "This is an order."
Rooney was really scared this time, but she still resisted the urge to disapparate and left, insisting on completing the task assigned to her by Dumbledore.
"As you command...Professor Rick..." he said with a trembling voice, "please put me down and I will take you in..."
Patricia let go of her hand with satisfaction, a charming smile on her face.
"Thank you then, elf."
Rooney's legs were a little weak, and he gently raised one hand and made a preparation to snap his fingers.
"Please take hold of Rooney's shoulders, Professor."
Patricia's smile grew even brighter upon hearing this, and she immediately put her hand gently on Rooney's shoulder.
"Crack~"
The crisp sound of snapping fingers and the crisp sound of disembodiment overlapped, and the two people downstairs disappeared at the same time.
Glenn, who was hiding in the corner, stood up and stared at the place where one person and one elf disappeared, feeling a little uneasy.
Ever since the red light flashed in Patricia's eyes just now, something seemed wrong. Although she suppressed her murderous thoughts on the surface, her whole temperament had obviously changed.
This made him inevitably worry about Rooney's safety.
If Patricia crosses the river and burns the bridge, when she reaches the library, she raises her hand and casts a killing curse...
Glenn's eyes turned to the window. The moonlight was particularly bright tonight.
"We can only hope that Rooney can protect himself." He whispered to himself.
Come to think of it, Dumbledore must have asked him to prioritize his own safety, right?
He looked up at the silent ceiling again, and went back to the dormitory with many thoughts on his mind.
Lying on the bed, the map interface remains open.
Rooney and Patricia, one yellow and one red, appear in separate spaces directly above the lounge.
Glenn watched the two cursors flashing and moving intently, never daring to look away.
Not long after, the yellow cursor in the library suddenly disappeared, leaving only Patricia's red cursor.
Glenn was shocked and quickly searched around the map, fearing that something might really happen to Rooney.
Fortunately, that humble name appeared in the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Glenn breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the system light screen.
Plan completion: 50%
...
Tossed and turned overnight.
The next day, Tricia did not appear at the teacher's seat in the auditorium.
Dumbledore, who had just finished breakfast, stood up and looked at Glenn through his half-moon lenses.
Glenn nodded imperceptibly at him and continued to cook.
The method Chambers had taught Roger earlier worked.
Eating can indeed relieve tension.
At the Gryffindor table, Morgana couldn't eat anything and looked worried.The fork in his hand was unconsciously playing with the toast on the plate, and his eyes drifted towards Ravenclaw from time to time.
As if he felt her gaze, he put down his knife and fork and raised his head.
There was a bit of worry and nervousness in the girl's clear eyes.
Glenn smiled slightly, winked at her, stood up, and followed the direction Dumbledore left, preparing to go to the principal's office.
He deliberately slowed down and waited for the footsteps behind him.
Not long after, Morgana followed.
"Do you really want to complete that ritual for me..."
She followed step by step for a long distance, and finally couldn't help but ask.
Glenn turned back and looked at her with a smile, his silver eyes filled with confidence.
"Don't worry, didn't I promise you?"
The girl seemed to be touched, her eyes were watery, adding a bit of concern.
"But that's really too dangerous. Didn't you say that unless you are strong enough..."
"The strength is enough." Glenn said in a relaxed tone, reaching out and taking out Fox's feathers from his shirt pocket, "I can summon the headmaster of Hogwarts. Isn't that powerful enough?"
"That's Professor Dumbledore being powerful, not you."
Morgana couldn't help but complain, but was infected by his optimism and smiled.
The two of them walked side by side to the eighth floor and climbed the golden spiral staircase behind the Gargoyle.
The oak office door was open, and Dumbledore was stroking Fawkes' soft feathers with his back to the door.
"You are here."
Dumbledore didn't look back, but said to himself as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
"Yeah." Glenn had been here many times before and was no longer as reserved as before, minding his own business and sitting on the armchair next to the desk.
Morgana still behaved well and stood behind him.
Dumbledore turned around and motioned for her to sit down.
"So, the first step of the plan has been successfully completed."
"Yes," Glenn nodded, "But you should have known about it for a long time, right? I don't believe Rooney won't come to report to you after completing the mission."
"Ahem..." Dumbledore didn't expect Glenn to answer like this, and the words he had originally prepared were choked back.
"Of course, I have learned the results of last night from Mr. Rooney. Although there were some twists and turns, fortunately everything went well." He adjusted his expression and said slowly, "Then the next step is up to you. Glenn.”
"But Professor, do we really have no other way?" Morgana couldn't help but ask.
Dumbledore pondered for a moment and replied: "I have to say, all things considered, this is the safest method at present."
"Don't worry," Glenn said with a smile, "If I have to watch your body being taken over in the end, wouldn't my hard work this year have been in vain?"
The girl almost laughed at him and couldn't help but glare at him.
Glenn's tone remained relaxed.
"I don't want to wait for you to bring that old monster with you to settle accounts with me, as you said."
