Chapter 480 Sad Dumbledore
It was another Friday, and Dumbledore was walking in the corridor leading to the Great Hall. Outside the corridor was the beautiful spring scenery under the bright sunshine.
This week has been a rare week of good weather, with plenty of sunshine and rising temperatures. Spring has truly arrived, and the chill of the remaining winter is slowly being dissipated by the sunshine.
However, compared with the prosperity of nature, the situation in the entire magical world is marching towards the cold winter in great strides.
Needless to say, the British magical community was full of letters. Every day when I opened my eyes, the headmaster's desk would be piled with countless letters.
The two owls that helped deliver the letter chose to go on strike because they had been too busy in recent days.
But even so, countless letters still come to him every day.
There were calls for help from the Ministry of Magic, and many other requests from wizards to him, but of course there were more insults and blame.
As the little bastard in his family gradually becomes more powerful, many wizards in the British wizarding world have begun to compare themselves to the final big boss behind the scenes.
He had also read some conspiracy theory novels that Carl had commissioned, and he had to admit that many of the plots in them were very attractive.
It looks very enjoyable. As the most famous wise man in the entire British wizarding world, Dumbledore knows it very well.
The emergence of conspiracy theories stems from people's instinctive desire for knowledge about things they cannot understand.
However, due to their thinking and experience, most of them are unable to think about, or are unwilling to think about, the complex real situation.
Therefore, people will place their desire for knowledge on a simple answer that is full of conspiracy but reasonable.
A highly respected Hogwarts headmaster, a leader who saved the wizarding world from disaster twice.
In fact, he had been hiding his desires all along, and finally chose to cooperate with the blond devil to plunder all the wealth of the entire British wizarding world.
This answer satisfies the needs of many wizards who are currently in the midst of the financial crisis but have no idea what the financial crisis is.
Moreover, strong contrast has always been a means to attract people's attention, so I am bound to take the blame.
However, compared to his own reputation, Dumbledore was more concerned about Hogwarts.
He spent most of his life here, and every blade of grass, every tree, every brick and every tile here records his years.
For this heavy responsibility, he has given up everything he has, but now it seems that he has to leave here.
He knew very well that the little bastard had already prepared everything as long as he left the position of Hogwarts headmaster obediently.
By taking away the blame that does not belong to him, the suffering of the British wizarding world will be effectively alleviated immediately.
He was using the suffering of those innocent wizards to force himself to submit.
But he just couldn't let it go.
Dumbledore walked slowly in the corridor, his old and lonely figure moving slowly.
If it were a year ago, when the little wizards saw their beloved principal, they would often greet him warmly, and even swarm around him to ask for his autograph.
But today, the situation was quite different. Only a few Hufflepuff students nodded to Dumbledore from a distance as a greeting.
The students from other houses had no intention of saying hello at all, but the students from Ravenclaw still stuck to their smart approach.
When he saw Dumbledore's figure from a distance, he immediately chose another route to avoid him and avoid embarrassment.
The Gryffindor students did not choose to turn a blind eye, but stood quietly on both sides of the corridor.
Some glared at Dumbledore, others whispered.
"Traitor. I never thought that my most respected headmaster was the mastermind behind everything. He is a traitor to Gryffindor."
"Shut up your crow mouth. The headmaster will never betray Gryffindor, let alone Hogwarts. This is all a conspiracy of Mr. Hohenzollern."
"But the newspapers say..."
Such arguments went on and Dumbledore just smiled, but when he turned a corridor.
He met a little wizard of Muggle origin, who was in the same class as Carl and had always acted as a invisible person in school.
When he saw the principal in front of him, he did not do what others did, either lowering his head and walking quickly, or turning his head away.
Instead, he stood there, looked up at Dumbledore, and said with red eyes.
"You already knew all this, didn't you? I don't believe you would betray Hogwarts, or do anything that was not in line with your honor."
"But I believe that with your wisdom, you have already guessed what will happen next, but you did not choose to stop Mr. Hohenzollern."
"I don't understand why everything turned out like this, and I don't understand why my friends would give me such a ridiculous reason just because I have pocket money."
"They teamed up to bully me and hate me. This isn't how it should be, right?"
"Child, I..."
Dumbledore was very sad. He wanted to explain, but the little wizard had already run away with his eyes closed.
Looking at the other person's back, his heart became even more sad. He could ignore his own reputation and endure the rumors and students' discussions.
Because he could tell himself in his heart that it was all fake and was the result of that little bastard's deliberate instigation.
But the moment he saw the little wizard, he had no way of escaping any longer, because the sadness in the other's eyes was real.
Those few questions made him sadder than countless reports.
At the same time, Dumbledore seemed to have suddenly figured something out, and shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
He recalled a scene in his mind. It was also on a sunny afternoon when the little bastard suddenly broke into his principal's office.
He forcibly occupied my seat and insisted on using my desk to write the letter.
I was so angry at the time, but there was nothing I could do, so I could only sit there feeling sour.
And at that moment, the portraits that usually chattered around immediately gathered around and started commenting.
Criticizing himself for being overly indulgent to the other party, amidst a flurry of accusations, someone suddenly asked Carl.
"What kind of person do you think this person is? He is the greatest among us."
When he heard this question, he couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to hear what the other party's answer would be.
As a result, the bastard boy didn't even raise his head and said while writing the letter.
"A coward, a coward who only knows how to escape."
