Chapter 308 Helga: Cleanup 1 New

"What's wrong?" Seeing Professor White staring directly at the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore felt a little uneasy and didn't understand what she wanted to do.

"Don't you ever wash this hat?"

Professor White's question surprised Dumbledore, and he didn't know how to answer her for a moment. As far as he knew, the Sorting Hat did not need to be cleaned.

Hufflepuff walked directly to the Sorting Hat and picked it up.

Dumbledore:! ! !

Before he could react, Professor White pulled out his wand and "cleaned up" the Sorting Hat.

Watching Professor White playing with the sorting hat, Dumbledore felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest - if the hat was messed up by Professor White, how would the future students be sorted?

Hufflepuff didn't think much of it. First of all, she is very good at all kinds of life magic. She is absolutely sure that she can only remove the thousand-year-old stain on the hat without damaging the hat itself. The second thing is that even if there is something wrong with the hat, she is confident that she can fix it - if she can't fix it, she will call Salazar and Rowena over to fix it together.

She picked up the hat and cleaned it up in three strokes.

Sorting Hat: What happened?

Normally, the Sorting Hat is dormant most of the time, but today it was suddenly awakened - it felt a familiar but unfamiliar atmosphere.

The Sorting Hat squirmed in confusion, feeling itchy on its body, as if it had shed a layer of skin, as if it had been dragged to a bathhouse and then given a good scrubbing.

It tried to sense outside, and then the whole hat froze: it seemed to have seen an incredible guy! ! !

Hufflepuff put a clean hat on her head and started talking to the Sorting Hat.

【Long time no see, Godric Hat】

【ah! It’s really you, Lord Hufflepuff]

[My name is Smith White now, don’t remember it wrong, and don’t say something you shouldn’t say]

[Yes, yes...you know, Slytherin——]

【I have seen him】

【…】

After a brief chat with the wise hat, Hufflepuff took it off her head. Dumbledore rushed to Hufflepuff with an energy that did not match his age and took it from her hand. I took off the Sorting Hat and inspected it carefully.

After looking at the hat from the inside out and finding no problems, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor White, you are too reckless!" He said in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "This hat is a relic of the four founders. It contains their wisdom. If once damaged, the damage caused is irreparable - —We will lose the standards that the founders set for the new branch.”

Hufflepuff: It feels weird to hear you say that, and she feels as if her old friends are not very satisfied with the admissions standards of their respective houses? At the very least, Salazar was very, very dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore." Hufflepuff comforted him warmly: "The hat that embodies the founder's wisdom will not be damaged by a small cleaning spell. If you don't believe it, you can ask the Sorting Hat to see if it How to say."

Dumbledore looked down at the "renewed" Sorting Hat, and the Sorting Hat said he had no objection.

Since the Sorting Hat didn't seem to have any objections, he couldn't say anything more and could only put it back on the partition.

After returning to the familiar partition, the Sorting Hat's tense nerves also relaxed. It secretly muttered in its heart: Why are these guys back? It was Salazar a few years ago, and now Helga...

"Professor Dumbledore, do you think that if the founders lived to this day, their sorting standards would still be the same as they were thousands of years ago?"

Professor White's other words made Dumbledore wary again.

It was difficult for him to answer this question because he believed that he did not have the right to answer this question.

"I feel that Sarah may be very disappointed when she sees the current Slytherin House." Seeing that Dumbledore didn't speak, Hufflepuff started talking to himself.

Dumbledore continued to remain silent.

"I'm not saying this for anything else. I just want to tell you, don't be afraid of changes. Sometimes it's good to inject new ideas into the hat." Hufflepuff said sincerely.

Dumbledore nodded on the surface, but deep down he did not agree with Professor White's words.

The older he gets, the more conservative he becomes. Dumbledore no longer has the energy to make changes because he is already one hundred and eleven years old this year. At this age, it is unknown whether he will wake up after taking a nap. How can he still have the energy to inject new ideas into the Sorting Hat?

But there was something he had to do before he turned into dust, and that was to destroy Voldemort, the demon born from his hands.

"We'll talk about the Sorting Hat later. Let's take a look at Professor Trelawney's prophecy first. I feel like I need to give her a salary increase." Dumbledore led Hufflepuff to a cabinet.

He opened the cabinet and a piece of silver light was revealed. Dumbledore took out a shallow stone basin from the cabinet and placed it on his desk.

Hufflepuff recognized it at a glance. It was the pensieve she had dug out.

At this time, the pensieve was filled with memories that were both liquid and gas, glowing as bright as silver. This is the accumulation of principals from past generations.

Since several of them had the ability to directly visualize the scenes in their memories, they almost didn't know how to use a pensieve at that time. Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, the basin will almost be filled with memories.

"These are precious treasures." Helga had the urge to put her wand into the basin and stir it. Maybe you can see the memories of principals from hundreds of years ago, or even nearly a thousand years ago.

"It's like this -" Dumbledore was about to tell Professor White about the use of the Pensieve when he saw her using her wand to pull out his memory, and then put the memory into the basin.

Seeing that Professor White knew how to use a pensieve, Dumbledore didn't say anything more, he just buried his head in the basin with her——

The next moment, the two appeared together in the Divination classroom in the West Tower. Trelawney was chatting with Hufflepuff from half an hour ago.

The two of them found a cushion and sat down together, watching Professor Trelawney enter a state in the smoke of the herbs and make a prophecy against the Dark Lord.

When Lavender rushed into the classroom and interrupted Trelawney's prophecy, the memory ended abruptly, and the two returned to Dumbledore's office together.

"I was wrong, I should give both of you a salary increase." Dumbledore, who had witnessed Trelawney's prophecy, made a small joke even though his heart was heavy. As a result, Hufflepuff took the money directly from his arms. He took out the original contract he signed.

"Great, let's talk about how much the increase should be?"

Dumbledore: ...

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