Chapter 569: Chatting in the Principal’s Office

After accepting each student's "Merry Christmas" with a smile, the last assembly before the Christmas vacation came to an end.

After that, Soul did not go back to the Gryffindor lounge with Hermione. In the original book, another thing would happen. To put it bluntly, he wanted to eat melon. For this reason, he deliberately waited for the polyjuice. When the effect of the dose was about to end, I took another sip to maintain my condition.

"So, our Professor Ebo just taught those children the Patronus Charm?" Dumbledore smiled and brought a cup of black tea to Soul, who was still an adult.

The principals behind him looked furtively at Suer who was sitting on the sofa.

"Would you like a piece of candy?"

"Oh, no need." Suer took the tea and took a sip.

"To be precise, I only taught them the correct gestures and spells. I hope Ms. Umbridge won't blame me for my blisters."

"Oh..." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "Originally, I was worried that it would be difficult for the children to learn some useful knowledge during this school year."

"Do you have to do this? In fact, according to your reputation in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge can step down from that position now if you want." Suer frowned. This was something he had always wondered about. From the original work Dumbledore was even tried to usurp the throne by Umbridge...

"I have never liked political things, which is why I have never entered the Ministry of Magic. My favorite thing has always been teaching and educating people," Dumbledore said softly,

"I do this because I hope the children will know the importance of unity."

"Unity?" Suer asked in confusion. This reason is actually a bit far-fetched. There are many ways to inform people of the importance of unity.

"That's right." Dumbledore blinked, "Destiny points to the same destination by different paths, so I must do this."

"and---"

Lao Deng squinted his eyes meaningfully. The blue behind the lenses was extremely deep.

"I also need some free time to do some things without being watched..."

I knew it... Sol lowered his head to drink black tea and did not answer Dumbledore's words.

Unity is just an excuse, ah, or Dumbledore does have some plans. It was under the oppression of Umbridge that the young wizards, including Harry, united and strengthened their strength.

Therefore, after defeating the four members of the Ministry of Magic in one move, it was fake to use the phoenix to escape, but it was real to get rid of the sight of the body and do some unknown things.

Soul did not ask Dumbledore what he needed the time for. Of course, Dumbledore, the old Riddler, had no intention of continuing to explain. The two of them changed the subject in a tacit understanding and began to chat about Hagrid's recruitment of giants. Things that happened.

The atmosphere so far seems relaxed and pleasant.

"Hagrid doesn't know. Olim is worried about it and has sent me many letters asking about Hagrid's injuries."

Dumbledore smiled and reached for a box, took out a candy from it, unwrapped it and stuffed it into his mouth. The next second, his facial features wrinkled together,

"Oh, this is sour. Do you want one too?"

"Eating sweets at night is not good for your teeth, Professor." Soul shook his head.

"You have to understand that an old man who won't live long always hopes to taste as many things as possible that he has never tried before~" Dumbledore pursed his lips and frowned again, "Ha, that's really exciting. Son, isn’t it?”

Su Er was a little helpless to Old Deng who suddenly became like a child, "So, Mrs. Maxim has feelings for Hagrid---"

"I can't say much about feelings either."

With a smile, Professor Dumbledore picked up the black tea with four sugar cubes and took a sip to eliminate the sour taste in his mouth. However, when the hot water encountered acid, it actually made the sour taste spit out even more.

"But so far, the progress is encouraging."

"Hagrid likes you very much. I think you can persuade Hagrid to take the initiative. Olim complained to me that Hagrid is too shy. You can't let an elegant lady take the initiative for this kind of thing. Do, isn’t it?”

"In order to be able to attend Hagrid's wedding, I think I will." Soul agreed without hesitation, but he had different opinions on the positioning of the word 'shy' in Dumbledore's mouth.

While the two were chatting carelessly, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore was stunned, glanced at Soul, and then said in a deep voice--'Please come in. '

Outside the door was Professor McGonagall in a tartan dressing gown, her glasses perched crookedly on the bridge of her nose. She walked in hurriedly, followed by Harry and Ron.

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment when she saw Ebo (Surr), whom she had met for the first time, in the principal's office. She obviously did not expect that there was an outsider in the principal's office at this time.

Harry and Ron behind him subconsciously wanted to speak, and Soul shook his head slightly at them.

"What happened? Minerva?"

"Dumbledore..." Professor McGonagall glanced at Soul, who was transformed into Ebo, again.

"Don't worry, Ebo is one of our own." Dumbledore said directly to reassure Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly, turned around and glanced at Harry,

"Well, Dumbledore, Potter just had a - a nightmare, he said..."

Here it comes, Soul thought to himself.

"It's not a nightmare." Harry interrupted immediately.

"Okay, Potter, you can talk to the principal yourself." Professor McGonagall frowned slightly.

"I was indeed sleeping...um..." Harry looked at his crossed fingers, his expression panicked and his tone urgent, but the more anxious he was, the worse he would say.

"Don't worry, Harry, speak slowly." Dumbledore said comfortingly.

At the same time, Fox chirped softly.

Harry seemed to calm down for a moment, and he took a deep breath, "That was not a dream, you know, that was real, I saw it--"

"I saw a man bitten by a big snake. That man was--"

Harry glanced at Ron,

"It's Mr. Weasley, Ron's father. He was bitten by a big snake."

"Are you sure? Harry, you did see Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious.

"I..." Harry glanced at Ron, who turned pale, and nodded vigorously.

"I'm sure I am that snake. I see it from the snake's perspective. I can even feel it--"

Just as the plot develops in the original work, the attack on the Department of Mysteries happened before Christmas.

This also means---