Chapter 350 Depressed Dumbledore
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Dumbledore quietly returned to school.
He's been very busy recently.
Not only to investigate Voldemort's whereabouts, but also to find out the magic that can make the soul out of the body and survive for a long time.
He and Fox appeared in the principal's office, and each of them was stunned on the spot.
The picture frame was restored, but the large antique table was not.
"Albus, hurry to the auditorium!" Armando's tone was very urgent, "It's him, him in his student days!"
Dumbledore eliminated 22 kinds of magic in an instant, but there were still 16 kinds of magic left.
Although he wanted to exclude them one by one, time did not allow him to do so.
One person and one bird that came out of the red flames were stunned again.
All the teachers and students in the school were having breakfast, and Tom didn't even see a ghost.
"You're back, Albus." McGonagall at the staff table stood up and walked towards him.
Dumbledore found that she was different from the past. It should be said that everyone present seemed to have experienced something.
"He opened the chamber and released this thing, and after that he tried to trap us in it..."
The small bottle in her hand made him realize the seriousness of the matter.
Just because nothing happened before doesn't mean it will always be safe.
Only Filch and Mrs. Norris were petrified, which was a blessing in misfortune.
After he roughly understood the whole thing, he set his sights on the Gryffindor long table.
Harry was unhurt and looked only a little frightened.
Vincent ate his breakfast as if nothing had happened, and winked mischievously at him.
"Are they back?"
"Yes, I just lent him the vial for 5 minutes."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at him slightly, "I thought I could solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest once and for all, isn't Hagrid very moved?"
"Yes." Mag's expression was a little unnatural, "Vincent said that the Forbidden Forest should maintain diversity, and species that are too flooded need to release natural enemies to balance the number."
"Very reasonable suggestion, any more?"
"Half, preferably a whole horn."
Dumbledore, whose eyes twitched, nodded slightly, "Have you notified Connelly?"
"Already on the way, maybe it's almost here." Mag's eyes were a little lonely,
"Albus, did you already know that Gilderoy had something to do with him?"
"No, I just wanted to expose a liar, but I didn't expect to attract an even bigger liar."
She frowned and pursed her lips, "I think Gildero will be accused of many crimes besides being a liar."
Hagrid was like this 50 years ago.
At that time, the Ministry of Magic desperately needed a scapegoat, and Tom's report was particularly timely.
For a qualified politician like Fudge, there is no reason to let Lockhart get involved.
"Hopefully he can learn his lesson well."
The smile on McGonagall's face flickered, then became serious, "Albus, about this—"
She tried her best to suppress the little excitement in her heart, "Due to too much life force was absorbed by Gildero, plus a little fright, his head was hit hard many times—"
She paused, as if organizing a more rigorous statement.
"In short, Gildero's situation is very bad, and I'm afraid it will be the same as Quirinas."
Dumbledore looked at Vincent again.
It was unlucky to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and after this incident, I'm afraid even his favor will be hard to come by.
Lockhart himself has a big problem, and his head is strong enough. According to the original plan, he will stay until the end of the school year.
However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, no matter how hard it was, it was only half a month longer than Chiro.
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor nemesis?
Vincent raised his head as if feeling something, and blinked at him suspiciously.
"Hey - I'll go and see Gildero first. If Connelly and the others come, remember to call Vincent over."
McGonagall suppressed a smile, "I will, Albus."
Dumbledore came over in a hurry, but was a little depressed when he left.
Newt?
No, I have to pass Tina.
Alastor?
Retirement is less than a year, wait a little longer.
Aberforth?
Dear brother, forget it.
Gellert?
Thinking about it makes me a little excited.
……
……
Today is Tuesday, a Tuesday when there is no class.
It's a pity that there is only one day, and tomorrow's Potions class will still be held as usual.
After breakfast, Vincent came to the kitchen with the diary almost cut in half.
Some missing little detail had been answered since Dobby saw it and started backing away in horror.
Lohar especially said that before he became famous, even after he became famous, he might not be able to be admired by Voldemort.
Tom's diary can only belong to the Malfoy family.
Maybe it was because of the raid led by Arthur during the summer vacation, or because Lockhart hurt his nose, but Lucius did it on purpose.
Combined with the conspiracy Dobby said, I am afraid that without these unexpected factors, the diary would appear in Hogwarts sooner or later.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth have always been Vincent's way of doing things.
A number of brass bullets engraved with magical circuits;
Hermione and his fragile little heart were hurt;
Wasting the happy night tour time of the six little ones;
The acromantulas were frightened by the basilisk and fled;
All the teachers and students in the school spent the night in fear...
Lucius had to pay for these extremely serious losses.
"Dobby, do you yearn for freedom?" Vincent tried to keep his expression as friendly as possible.
"Dobby—Dobby couldn't imagine—"
"If you're free, you can visit Harry anytime."
"Mr. Wayne, is this true?" Dobby's eyes the size of a light bulb were full of longing.
"Of course it's true, I just need you to cooperate with me a little bit."
Dobby nodded seriously, "Mr. Wayne, how should Dobby cooperate with you?"
The corners of Vincent's mouth were raised slightly, and he bent down to whisper a few words into his big bat-like ears.
"No lie, just a slightly different angle of description."
"Dobby understands."
Before leaving the kitchen, Vincent glanced at the hundreds of house-elves one by one.
Voldemort was too arrogant to take advantage of their special movement.
If it was him, it would not take much time to occupy the British Isles or even the whole of Europe.
There is only one Dumbledore, and only one Fawkes.
"Ignorance and ignorance are not the greatest obstacles to survival, arrogance is—"
Accompanied by these light words, Vincent walked out of the kitchen.
When he came to the auditorium, he was stopped by McGonagall.
"Albus asked you to go to his office."
"Well, did he say why?"
"There are people from the Ministry of Magic."
Vincent blinked his big eyes, and suddenly felt a light on his back.
Sure enough, your principal is still your principal, and you can easily guess his little thoughts.
It's been two years in a row, and the Ministry of Magic should give some practical advice.
Otherwise he'd add a new faction to the upcoming Gwent card, and make Fudge's skills even more gimmicky.
……
……
He's been very busy recently.
Not only to investigate Voldemort's whereabouts, but also to find out the magic that can make the soul out of the body and survive for a long time.
He and Fox appeared in the principal's office, and each of them was stunned on the spot.
The picture frame was restored, but the large antique table was not.
"Albus, hurry to the auditorium!" Armando's tone was very urgent, "It's him, him in his student days!"
Dumbledore eliminated 22 kinds of magic in an instant, but there were still 16 kinds of magic left.
Although he wanted to exclude them one by one, time did not allow him to do so.
One person and one bird that came out of the red flames were stunned again.
All the teachers and students in the school were having breakfast, and Tom didn't even see a ghost.
"You're back, Albus." McGonagall at the staff table stood up and walked towards him.
Dumbledore found that she was different from the past. It should be said that everyone present seemed to have experienced something.
"He opened the chamber and released this thing, and after that he tried to trap us in it..."
The small bottle in her hand made him realize the seriousness of the matter.
Just because nothing happened before doesn't mean it will always be safe.
Only Filch and Mrs. Norris were petrified, which was a blessing in misfortune.
After he roughly understood the whole thing, he set his sights on the Gryffindor long table.
Harry was unhurt and looked only a little frightened.
Vincent ate his breakfast as if nothing had happened, and winked mischievously at him.
"Are they back?"
"Yes, I just lent him the vial for 5 minutes."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at him slightly, "I thought I could solve the problem of the Forbidden Forest once and for all, isn't Hagrid very moved?"
"Yes." Mag's expression was a little unnatural, "Vincent said that the Forbidden Forest should maintain diversity, and species that are too flooded need to release natural enemies to balance the number."
"Very reasonable suggestion, any more?"
"Half, preferably a whole horn."
Dumbledore, whose eyes twitched, nodded slightly, "Have you notified Connelly?"
"Already on the way, maybe it's almost here." Mag's eyes were a little lonely,
"Albus, did you already know that Gilderoy had something to do with him?"
"No, I just wanted to expose a liar, but I didn't expect to attract an even bigger liar."
She frowned and pursed her lips, "I think Gildero will be accused of many crimes besides being a liar."
Hagrid was like this 50 years ago.
At that time, the Ministry of Magic desperately needed a scapegoat, and Tom's report was particularly timely.
For a qualified politician like Fudge, there is no reason to let Lockhart get involved.
"Hopefully he can learn his lesson well."
The smile on McGonagall's face flickered, then became serious, "Albus, about this—"
She tried her best to suppress the little excitement in her heart, "Due to too much life force was absorbed by Gildero, plus a little fright, his head was hit hard many times—"
She paused, as if organizing a more rigorous statement.
"In short, Gildero's situation is very bad, and I'm afraid it will be the same as Quirinas."
Dumbledore looked at Vincent again.
It was unlucky to find a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and after this incident, I'm afraid even his favor will be hard to come by.
Lockhart himself has a big problem, and his head is strong enough. According to the original plan, he will stay until the end of the school year.
However, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, no matter how hard it was, it was only half a month longer than Chiro.
Defense Against the Dark Arts professor nemesis?
Vincent raised his head as if feeling something, and blinked at him suspiciously.
"Hey - I'll go and see Gildero first. If Connelly and the others come, remember to call Vincent over."
McGonagall suppressed a smile, "I will, Albus."
Dumbledore came over in a hurry, but was a little depressed when he left.
Newt?
No, I have to pass Tina.
Alastor?
Retirement is less than a year, wait a little longer.
Aberforth?
Dear brother, forget it.
Gellert?
Thinking about it makes me a little excited.
……
……
Today is Tuesday, a Tuesday when there is no class.
It's a pity that there is only one day, and tomorrow's Potions class will still be held as usual.
After breakfast, Vincent came to the kitchen with the diary almost cut in half.
Some missing little detail had been answered since Dobby saw it and started backing away in horror.
Lohar especially said that before he became famous, even after he became famous, he might not be able to be admired by Voldemort.
Tom's diary can only belong to the Malfoy family.
Maybe it was because of the raid led by Arthur during the summer vacation, or because Lockhart hurt his nose, but Lucius did it on purpose.
Combined with the conspiracy Dobby said, I am afraid that without these unexpected factors, the diary would appear in Hogwarts sooner or later.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth have always been Vincent's way of doing things.
A number of brass bullets engraved with magical circuits;
Hermione and his fragile little heart were hurt;
Wasting the happy night tour time of the six little ones;
The acromantulas were frightened by the basilisk and fled;
All the teachers and students in the school spent the night in fear...
Lucius had to pay for these extremely serious losses.
"Dobby, do you yearn for freedom?" Vincent tried to keep his expression as friendly as possible.
"Dobby—Dobby couldn't imagine—"
"If you're free, you can visit Harry anytime."
"Mr. Wayne, is this true?" Dobby's eyes the size of a light bulb were full of longing.
"Of course it's true, I just need you to cooperate with me a little bit."
Dobby nodded seriously, "Mr. Wayne, how should Dobby cooperate with you?"
The corners of Vincent's mouth were raised slightly, and he bent down to whisper a few words into his big bat-like ears.
"No lie, just a slightly different angle of description."
"Dobby understands."
Before leaving the kitchen, Vincent glanced at the hundreds of house-elves one by one.
Voldemort was too arrogant to take advantage of their special movement.
If it was him, it would not take much time to occupy the British Isles or even the whole of Europe.
There is only one Dumbledore, and only one Fawkes.
"Ignorance and ignorance are not the greatest obstacles to survival, arrogance is—"
Accompanied by these light words, Vincent walked out of the kitchen.
When he came to the auditorium, he was stopped by McGonagall.
"Albus asked you to go to his office."
"Well, did he say why?"
"There are people from the Ministry of Magic."
Vincent blinked his big eyes, and suddenly felt a light on his back.
Sure enough, your principal is still your principal, and you can easily guess his little thoughts.
It's been two years in a row, and the Ministry of Magic should give some practical advice.
Otherwise he'd add a new faction to the upcoming Gwent card, and make Fudge's skills even more gimmicky.
……
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