Chapter 107 Dumbledore, you will regret it!

Dumbledore knew very well that Minerva McGonagall was angry.

Now I only sent a silent patron saint out of consideration for his face - if I am still ignorant or unable to give a reasonable explanation, I am afraid that the next one to come will be a voice message or a roaring message.

So he hurriedly said goodbye to Fudge and rushed back to school, where he met Professor McGonagall with a straight face in the school's infirmary. Daphne stood beside her, lowering her head and saying nothing, but her eyes kept looking at a bed in the corner of the ward. Behind these two people, a magical animal made of bones with flaming hooves was sitting in a bored daze.

Dumbledore couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the nightmare behind Daphne, but he quickly collected his thoughts and focused on Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, I'm back." A gentle smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he took the initiative to say hello to Professor McGonagall, but in response to his warm face was Professor McGonagall's cold ass.

She glanced at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and then pointed to Harry and Ron lying on the bed next to her.

"Mr. Weasley has a broken thigh. Madam Pomfrey has given him medicine. Potter was hit on the head and has some concussion."

"It's nothing serious." Dumbledore's expression remained warm. In his opinion, the current results are not bad. But judging from Minerva's expression, it was necessary for him to have a good talk with her.

He walked quickly to Daphne and gently rubbed her head.

"A very courageous little girl——"

"If Potter and Weasley hadn't been slandering Professor Snape, I wouldn't have gone down with them!" Daphne's words were loud, making Dumbledore and McGonagall a little embarrassed for a while.

"Okay now, Professor Snape is innocent. I hope you can correct Potter's misconception. Not every Slytherin is as bad as he thinks!"

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly but politely.

He knew very well that the estrangement between the four major houses had been deepening over the years, especially the two houses Gryffindor and Slytherin, which were extremely antagonistic - especially after Slytherin gave birth to Tom Riddle. The two colleges are even more incompatible.

There's nothing he can do about the current situation in the school, it's not what he's good at.

Minerva did a good job. She had always dealt with the conflicts between the two houses fairly, but she could only be fair and could not bridge the gap between the two parties.

Dumbledore didn't know what direction the school would take in the future. He could only place his hope on the wisdom of future generations. At present, it is quite optimistic. After all, Harry from Gryffindor and Daphne from Slytherin can take risks together. This is a very good start.

"You are right," Dumbledore nodded with a smile, looked at Daphne, and said very seriously: "You are the one who truly inherited Slytherin's excellent qualities."

Dumbledore was a little tricky with his language. He only said that Daphne had inherited excellent qualities. As for the pure-blood supremacy pursued by Slytherin, he was able to mention it with a clever word.

Dumbledore's sudden compliment made Daphne feel a little embarrassed. She turned slightly red and lowered her head in silence: Did she really inherit the spirit of Slytherin? Why don't you ask Les later? He should know more about Slytherin, right?

"So can you tell me what happened?" Dumbledore's half-moon glasses sparkled with curiosity. He wanted to know what happened under the trap door.

Naturally, Daphne would not refuse. When she told the story of what happened, Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes and stood aside to listen quietly. If she wanted to settle the score, she would have to wait until Daphne, the child, left.

However, Daphne did not tell the whole truth. When describing the battle with Voldemort, she gave the main credit to the nightmare and downplayed her role in it.

In her description, she was floating around in the sky, throwing rocks at Quirrell on the ground from time to time to disturb him.

"Oh? You got a crystal ball from the Mirror of Erised?" After hearing that Daphne got a crystal ball, Dumbledore hoped that Daphne could talk to him more about the crystal ball.

Daphne was embarrassed.

"Ah, um, that crystal ball is quite beautiful. There is a forest inside, and Nightmare walks in it..." At this point, she hesitated.

"Can I take a look at that crystal ball?" Dumbledore paid more and more attention to the crystal ball Daphne mentioned, because it was quite similar to a precious alchemy tool he saw in a record.

Beads of sweat broke out on Daphne's forehead. After a moment of confusion, she told Dumbledore that she had smashed the crystal ball.

"I don't know how to use it. At that time, Quirrell and the monster possessing him were getting closer and closer, so what could I do!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh, with a look of regret flashing in his eyes. He comforted Daphne and told her that she was fine.

"Does that crystal ball have any special origin?" Professor McGonagall, who was listening silently, was also intrigued.

"I have read a note left by a medieval wizard, which contains a story."

Daphne:?

Did you also get information from medieval wizards’ emails and manuscripts?

Dumbledore did not notice the change in Daphne's mentality. He told Professor McGonagall that the letter recorded that Slytherin once bought a crystal ball from Ravenclaw with a room full of books.

[She (Royna) threw away the books she had read and kept only the ones she had not read. For this reason, Salazar sent me a letter and bought hundreds of books from everywhere before I could exchange it. Number of books]

Judging from Daphne's description, what she got was the crystal ball that Slytherin spent a lot of effort to exchange for from Ravenclaw.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

After listening to Daphne's story, Dumbledore understood what happened under the trap door. Daphne doesn't need to be involved in what happens next. So he stood up and asked Daphne to go out to Madam Pomfrey for a detailed examination. If her body was fine, she could go back to the lounge to rest.

As for the nightmare that Daphne got from the crystal ball, Dumbledore suggested that she give the nightmare to Hagrid and let him take care of it.

After Daphne left the ward with Nightmare in hand, Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore. She walked quickly to Dumbledore and said sternly: "Dumbledore, you will regret it!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but take off his glasses, sighed, and rubbed his sore temples.

"Minerva, please allow me to explain."

Lying in the corner of the ward, Les silently raised his ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.

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