Chapter 541 Mission
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
After half a month, Soul returned to human form for the first time. To be honest, he was still a little uncomfortable. This was the first time that he had maintained his Animagus form for such a long time.
Cress was a little surprised that Soul didn't go to the dinner, but he didn't say much. Obedience to orders is the first among the house elf rules. What's more, it has made it clear that it obeys Soul.
The food in the Hogwarts kitchens is as delicious as ever.
But this year's freshman dinner seemed to be different from the past.
"You've been waiting for a long time." Just when Su Er was leaning on the soft sofa and falling asleep, a pleasant female voice sounded.
"I'm responsible for teaching the first-year students this year, so I'm going a little slow. You won't guess who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is."
Hermione walked through the door.
"Who is it?" Suer knew what would happen this year, but still pretended not to know.
"A woman named Umbridge." Hermione sat down next to Soul and sighed happily, "I always feel that we won't learn anything useful in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."
Don't think so, it's just... Suer smiled.
"She directly stated at the dinner that the return of the Dark Lord was an irresponsible statement made by an old fool."
Hermione picked up the half-cup of pumpkin juice on the table that Soul had drunk and drank it all in one gulp.
"There are so many people who believe her words, or in other words, believe the reports in the Daily Prophet. Harry may not be having a good time during this period. I heard a lot when I took the first-year students back to Gryffindor Tower. People are talking about it.”
"It's natural. During the summer vacation, Fudge spent his time in the newspapers fighting a public opinion war with Professor Dumbledore. This is exactly the effect he wants to achieve, isn't it?" Suhr was not surprised at all.
"But the fact is that the Dark Lord has indeed returned. Why are the adults unwilling to believe this fact?" Hermione sighed.
"This is also easy to understand. Anyone who has not seen it with his own eyes will not believe that someone who died ten years ago can actually be resurrected." Suer shrugged, "What's more, the Dark Lord has never really died. "
What's more, if Fudge expresses his approval of Dumbledore in public, it means that his position will definitely not be secure. This is absolutely unacceptable to Fudge. After enjoying the beauty of power, he will never give up so easily. .
However, Soul did not explain this to Hermione.
"I don't want to dwell on this issue anymore." A hint of sadness appeared on Hermione's face, "We are going to participate in o.wls this year, but at this critical moment..."
"Teach yourself, that's what I did before anyway~" Su Er smiled happily, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a dead person and I don't need to participate in owls this year."
Hermione slapped him angrily, stood up without any sexual intercourse.
"I'm going back to the dormitory, what about you?"
"If you don't mind me sleeping with you tonight." Suer also stood up and stretched.
"I never knew you could be so thick-skinned." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the Room of Requirement with her waist-length brown hair swaying.
Soul smiled slightly, then changed after Hermione left.
A small black and white badger came out with its head peeping out.
The gargoyle's gray stone eyes turned and settled on a small black and white badger.
"You're here." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the badger walking in from the door, watching it become a human again.
"Is the journey going well?"
"It's not bad. I tested the sharpness of the claws and teeth." Soul shrugged and looked past Dumbledore at the sleeping principals behind him.
"Good evening, principals."
"Good evening, little wizard." This was the response of the legendary Hufflepuff headmistress.
"Hmph." This came from a headmaster who was born in Slytherin.
More principals still squinted their eyes slightly and pretended to be asleep, and there were even sounds of snoring in some of the portraits.
"I heard that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is from the Ministry of Magic?" Soul turned his attention back to Dumbledore and asked curiously.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "This is a deal between Fudge and I, in exchange for him not being so obsessed with what happened to Harry."
"I'm afraid this deal is not reciprocal, right? Professor." Suir shook his head, "Allowing the Ministry of Magic to participate in the teaching of Hogwarts is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house."
"Every student can see things more clearly than you, Albus." The headmaster, who was born in Slytherin, snorted coldly.
"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly, "Only in this way can we satisfy the appetite of the Ministry of Magic and allow them to shift their targets."
"To be honest, I'm not worried that they will want to gain control of this castle or even drive me out of the position of principal."
"This has happened once in the past, but it has no bad impact. On the contrary, it is easier for students to understand what is right and what is wrong."
The Riddler started again, but Soul was not so worried, because the development was indeed as Dumbledore expected.
"Anyway, according to the agreement, I will be dead this semester~"
"Haha." Dumbledore chuckled, his expression became slightly more serious, "I have a task for you."
"You said it." Suer nodded.
"As far as I know, werewolves and dementors have already joined Riddle's staff, and quite a few former purebloods have made it clear that they will continue to follow Riddle's footsteps. There may be more there that I don't know about. With the help, I’m actually not optimistic about how much gains Hagrid and the others will gain from their actions at this time.”
"The problem we face now is that there is too little help."
"Then what can I do?" Soul asked.
"Actually, we have an advantage." Dumbledore looked at the window lattice not far away, in that direction...
"Forbidden Forest?"
"Yes, those magical animals in the Forbidden Forest can also be one of our aids." Dumbledore nodded.
"The Forbidden Forest is much larger than what you see. In order to accommodate the homeless animals at that time, Ms. Hufflepuff expanded the Forbidden Forest many times and assigned them their own areas. Territory to prevent them from getting into disputes over territory. After so many years, the number of magical animals in the Forbidden Forest has grown to a very objective number."
"My task is to win over them, so that these animals, who have a habitat because of Ms. Hufflepuff, can fight for Hogwarts at the critical moment in the future?" Soul looked a little weird.
"Is this something I can do? Do you think too highly of me?"
"You can do it." Dumbledore said firmly. "To be precise, you just need to get the centaurs to join us. The centaurs will help you solve the rest."
"However, don't worry."
"We still have time."
Cress was a little surprised that Soul didn't go to the dinner, but he didn't say much. Obedience to orders is the first among the house elf rules. What's more, it has made it clear that it obeys Soul.
The food in the Hogwarts kitchens is as delicious as ever.
But this year's freshman dinner seemed to be different from the past.
"You've been waiting for a long time." Just when Su Er was leaning on the soft sofa and falling asleep, a pleasant female voice sounded.
"I'm responsible for teaching the first-year students this year, so I'm going a little slow. You won't guess who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is."
Hermione walked through the door.
"Who is it?" Suer knew what would happen this year, but still pretended not to know.
"A woman named Umbridge." Hermione sat down next to Soul and sighed happily, "I always feel that we won't learn anything useful in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."
Don't think so, it's just... Suer smiled.
"She directly stated at the dinner that the return of the Dark Lord was an irresponsible statement made by an old fool."
Hermione picked up the half-cup of pumpkin juice on the table that Soul had drunk and drank it all in one gulp.
"There are so many people who believe her words, or in other words, believe the reports in the Daily Prophet. Harry may not be having a good time during this period. I heard a lot when I took the first-year students back to Gryffindor Tower. People are talking about it.”
"It's natural. During the summer vacation, Fudge spent his time in the newspapers fighting a public opinion war with Professor Dumbledore. This is exactly the effect he wants to achieve, isn't it?" Suhr was not surprised at all.
"But the fact is that the Dark Lord has indeed returned. Why are the adults unwilling to believe this fact?" Hermione sighed.
"This is also easy to understand. Anyone who has not seen it with his own eyes will not believe that someone who died ten years ago can actually be resurrected." Suer shrugged, "What's more, the Dark Lord has never really died. "
What's more, if Fudge expresses his approval of Dumbledore in public, it means that his position will definitely not be secure. This is absolutely unacceptable to Fudge. After enjoying the beauty of power, he will never give up so easily. .
However, Soul did not explain this to Hermione.
"I don't want to dwell on this issue anymore." A hint of sadness appeared on Hermione's face, "We are going to participate in o.wls this year, but at this critical moment..."
"Teach yourself, that's what I did before anyway~" Su Er smiled happily, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a dead person and I don't need to participate in owls this year."
Hermione slapped him angrily, stood up without any sexual intercourse.
"I'm going back to the dormitory, what about you?"
"If you don't mind me sleeping with you tonight." Suer also stood up and stretched.
"I never knew you could be so thick-skinned." Hermione rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the Room of Requirement with her waist-length brown hair swaying.
Soul smiled slightly, then changed after Hermione left.
A small black and white badger came out with its head peeping out.
The gargoyle's gray stone eyes turned and settled on a small black and white badger.
"You're here." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the badger walking in from the door, watching it become a human again.
"Is the journey going well?"
"It's not bad. I tested the sharpness of the claws and teeth." Soul shrugged and looked past Dumbledore at the sleeping principals behind him.
"Good evening, principals."
"Good evening, little wizard." This was the response of the legendary Hufflepuff headmistress.
"Hmph." This came from a headmaster who was born in Slytherin.
More principals still squinted their eyes slightly and pretended to be asleep, and there were even sounds of snoring in some of the portraits.
"I heard that this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is from the Ministry of Magic?" Soul turned his attention back to Dumbledore and asked curiously.
"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "This is a deal between Fudge and I, in exchange for him not being so obsessed with what happened to Harry."
"I'm afraid this deal is not reciprocal, right? Professor." Suir shook his head, "Allowing the Ministry of Magic to participate in the teaching of Hogwarts is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house."
"Every student can see things more clearly than you, Albus." The headmaster, who was born in Slytherin, snorted coldly.
"Oh, that's right." Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly, "Only in this way can we satisfy the appetite of the Ministry of Magic and allow them to shift their targets."
"To be honest, I'm not worried that they will want to gain control of this castle or even drive me out of the position of principal."
"This has happened once in the past, but it has no bad impact. On the contrary, it is easier for students to understand what is right and what is wrong."
The Riddler started again, but Soul was not so worried, because the development was indeed as Dumbledore expected.
"Anyway, according to the agreement, I will be dead this semester~"
"Haha." Dumbledore chuckled, his expression became slightly more serious, "I have a task for you."
"You said it." Suer nodded.
"As far as I know, werewolves and dementors have already joined Riddle's staff, and quite a few former purebloods have made it clear that they will continue to follow Riddle's footsteps. There may be more there that I don't know about. With the help, I’m actually not optimistic about how much gains Hagrid and the others will gain from their actions at this time.”
"The problem we face now is that there is too little help."
"Then what can I do?" Soul asked.
"Actually, we have an advantage." Dumbledore looked at the window lattice not far away, in that direction...
"Forbidden Forest?"
"Yes, those magical animals in the Forbidden Forest can also be one of our aids." Dumbledore nodded.
"The Forbidden Forest is much larger than what you see. In order to accommodate the homeless animals at that time, Ms. Hufflepuff expanded the Forbidden Forest many times and assigned them their own areas. Territory to prevent them from getting into disputes over territory. After so many years, the number of magical animals in the Forbidden Forest has grown to a very objective number."
"My task is to win over them, so that these animals, who have a habitat because of Ms. Hufflepuff, can fight for Hogwarts at the critical moment in the future?" Soul looked a little weird.
"Is this something I can do? Do you think too highly of me?"
"You can do it." Dumbledore said firmly. "To be precise, you just need to get the centaurs to join us. The centaurs will help you solve the rest."
"However, don't worry."
"We still have time."
