Chapter 112: The Aged Punk and the Furious Professor McGonagall

Even Professor Snape, who has a strong heart, finds it difficult to accept such a shameless person.

He could only try to control his twitching cheeks while tightly grasping the membership card handed to him and smiling.

"Of course, our honest, reliable, gentle and generous Mr. Hohenzollern who never cheats anyone."

"You have always been a role model for Hogwarts students. I understand that very well."

In this way, the two of them flattered each other in a sarcastic way and smiled at each other slowly.

Just when Professor Snape was about to leave, Carl stopped him and whispered something to him.

"When we go to help Professor Quirrell and that psychopath, the dark wizard we find for them must be one who has committed a heinous crime."

"It would be a pity to kill him."

Hearing this instruction, Professor Snape asked curiously.

"I didn't expect that you still have such a moral bottom line in your heart."

"Is that so?" Carl was a little curious, and then pretended to be suddenly enlightened.

"Oh, you misunderstood. It's just that those people will die, and they will die in my hands. I just hope it won't be during the subsequent investigation."

"There is no unnecessary trouble, as to how you find them, deal with them, and at what price you hire them."

"I think you can handle it on your own."

Hearing this, Professor Snape's already ugly face became even uglier. This kid looks exactly like a certain old bee.

I always like to assign myself some dirty work. Am I born with a face that is designed to do bad things?

With such doubts, Professor Snape asked his last question, and he asked with a little hope.

"What about Professor Quirrell? Although he is a useless waste, his crime does not deserve death. What about his life?"

Hearing this question, Karl was really silent for a while, then he sighed and said.

"Dear professor, everyone's life is a fill-in-the-blank question. We can only continue writing according to the answers we have filled in before."

"It's never a multiple-choice question. We don't have that many options. Some things are destined from the beginning."

"I think you know better than anyone the price you have to pay to change your fate."

After Carl finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave, while Professor Snape stood there until the other party walked to the door.

I couldn't help but ask again.

"Then what do you want to do next? Can you tell me the truth?"

Carl, standing at the gate, spread his hands and spoke frankly.

"That's not a good question. What am I going to do next? Today is my last day off, so of course I have to go back to school."

"Don't forget that I am a student. Enjoy your last day of vacation. I hope I can see a different you tomorrow."

After saying this, he waved playfully at Professor Snape, and then with a burst of air, his figure disappeared without a trace.

Professor Snape, standing alone in his office, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Student, what a good student you are. Dumbledore allowed you to enter Hogwarts. Either he is senile or his head is squeezed by the door."

After saying this, he packed up all his things at home, made sure the office was clean and tidy, and prepared to leave.

He was so careful that he did not forget to close the door when he left, but he closed it with a little more force.

It was as if he wanted to use the door to clamp someone's head hard.

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January 1th, the first day of school after the Christmas holidays, Hogwarts Castle.

It was just getting light at six in the morning, and Professor McGonagall, who was walking in the corridor, had been working for almost an hour.

As the de facto administrator of the school, this responsible professor always goes to school after the holidays.

Arrive at Hogwarts early and check every corner of the school to prevent accidents from happening due to carelessness among students who have just returned from vacation.

At the same time, we should also care about those students who stay on campus and are not able to return to their families for the holidays.

After walking all the way, Professor McGonagall felt very tired, and the worries in her heart were still lingering.

During the Christmas holidays, although she spent most of her time at school, it was only during the few days she went to Diagon Alley.

She always felt that the British magical world was different from what she knew, and she couldn't really describe the change.

The bustling streets, the colorful products, and the busy crowds of shoppers, all of this looks so beautiful.

But she keenly felt that behind all this beauty, there seemed to be some kind of crisis hidden.

This sense of crisis kept lingering in her mind, and she really wanted to go to Dumbledore to discuss it, but the old guy was on vacation.

Professor McGonagall did not stay in her office like in previous years, but didn't know where to go, feeling depressed.

She had been worrying like this for several days, and today she really couldn't help it when she checked the dormitories of the four major colleges.

and some regular corridor corners, she decided to go talk to Hagrid.

Although the other party doesn't seem to be very good at thinking, sometimes, can't naive people always see the essence of complex things?

Professor McGonagall made up her mind and walked across the snow-covered square and along the path towards the Forbidden Forest.

Before she could see Hagrid's hut, the sound of a loud motorcycle reached her ears.

Professor McGonagall suddenly became angry and strode towards the cabin, shouting as she walked.

"Hagrid, you promised me not to tinker with your motorcycle while the students are studying."

"The noise is just too loud. You have to keep your promise."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall came closer. Just as she was about to give him a good scolding, the scene before her made her stand still for a moment.

All I saw was an old man with colorful clouds on his head, riding a handsome pink motorcycle, wearing a maroon long windbreaker with a custom-made vest and trousers.

He stopped heroically in front of the door of Hagrid's hut, while Hagrid stood beside him, caressing his lover with his rough, big hands.

While stroking the motorcycle, he said emotionally.

"So handsome, Principal Dumbledore. It's a perfect work of art. The color combination is really tasteful."

The old punk rider seemed to enjoy the flattery very much, and he shook his Shamatte hairstyle.

Said with a smile.

"That's right. I picked it specially. Karl said the color is not pretty. I think he is the one with no taste."

"But you have to be careful not to let Minerva find out, or we will both be criticized."

"Of course!" Hagrid nodded vigorously, and at the same time began to share in a low voice his experience in using magic to transform motorcycles.

It even included some experience in avoiding Professor McGonagall's pursuit, and the two of them were having a lot of fun plotting like this.

They were completely unaware that Professor McGonagall was standing right next to them, waiting until the two of them had finished their plot.

Professor McGonagall walked over slowly and suddenly spoke loudly.

"Albus, you're finally back. What's going on with your hair and your hairstyle?"

"And you, Hagrid, you really disappoint me."

The angry lioness was roaring, no matter if it was the half-blood giant as tall as a house, or the cyber old man who was so arrogant just now.

They all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.

The criticism lasted for about 10 minutes. Finally, Professor McGonagall could no longer speak and was also a little angry, so she gave examples in a disappointed manner.

"Can you two give me some extra attention, especially you, Albus? I'm already worried enough about that little bastard you brought with me."

"Can't you learn from Severus, he..."

Professor McGonagall couldn't say any more because someone suddenly emerged from the Forbidden Forest.

The handsome man was a man she had never seen before. She just looked at his huge hooked nose and asked with some hopelessness.

"Severus, is that you?"