Chapter 30 The Deal with Dumbledore
"Oh, Merlin's beard!"
Dean Sprit's mouth opened slightly, and exclaimed from it.
The professors were also stunned, and they never expected that Lohart could do such an incredible operation.
I fainted myself, which was embarrassed to the extreme.
How can such a person who acts such a ridiculous person be a professor?
The professors here looked at each other, and then turned to Dumbledore with each other, looking forward to his reasonable explanation.
"You know, the teacher of the Black Magic Defense Class is not easy to find."
Dumbledore shrugged helplessly, with both hands.
"And he also took the initiative to apply."
The professors looked at Lohart's eyes instantly.
Who does not know that the position of Dark Magic Defense is cursed by the mysterious person. All those who hold this position will quit the job because of various accidents.
Some people have lost their lives.
Professor Black Magic Defense has become like consumables. Every year, Dumbledore will hurt his brains for the candidate of this position.
Lohart came forward and bravely stood up, which did solve Dumbledore's big trouble to a certain extent.
However, Dumbledore did not expect that Lohart would be so unable to show so unbearable.
The movement on the teacher's seat attracted the attention of the students.
The professors don't want students to know that Lohart is fainted by his own curse, which is really embarrassing to the professor's group.
As a result, they took action and tried their best to help Lohart to cover.
Dean Sprit quickly exhibited the floating curse and quietly took Lomat away.
Watching this scene was worried about the teaching quality of this school year's black magic defense class. After all, only he knows that Lohart is a liar.
He can think of what students can learn in class.
For example: how to show a perfect smile; one hundred maintenance methods of hair ... and so on.
Thinking of this, Wes couldn't help but regret it for the students.
Soon, at the time of going to bed, the students dispersed.
When Wes was about to return to the dormitory, Dumbledore issued an invitation.
"Wes, can you talk to me?"
"Of course." Wes agreed without hesitation.
Then the two came to the principal's office together.
Just sitting down, Dumbledore said: "Wes, I didn't expect that I didn't see a holiday, and your growth surprised me."
"I'm just a little diligent than others."
Ves looked at Dumbledore calmly.
"This is not a thing that can be done hard. There are always a small number of people in the world, and you can complete the achievements that ordinary people can achieve it in life without much effort."
"These people are called geniuses, and Ves, you, even in genius, are extremely special."
In addition to curiosity, Dumbledore also appreciated this young man.
[Even at the age of Voldemort at the age of Voss. .
Facing Dumbledore's praise, Wes appeared very frank.
I thought in my heart: "Being a 4 -level wizard is mainly based on its own efforts. Although the panel only provides" a little help ", the panel is also my talent. How can I not be a genius?"
"Principal, willn't you come to me to boast me."
Wes raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a ridicule.
"No?"
Wase got up and left.
"Well, I do have something to find you." Dumbledore murmured: "The young people now have no patience."
Dumbledore's expression became serious, "Ves, Voldemort will come back again."
"What about that?" Wes was not surprised by the return of the Dark Lord, "I'm not afraid of him."
"Of course, last year you taught him a fierce teaching. As far as I know, Voldemort's heart is not wide."
Dumbledore remembered the fighting of Was and Voldemort last semester, and frowned slightly.
"It's just a bereavement dog."
Wes did not take Voldemort and his nestells of the noodles.
"You are too underestimated."
Dumbledore took a list from the drawer with a densely written name.
"Is this?" Wes looked at the long name of the list, and the dense name looked at him with a headache.
"Supporters of Voldemort."
Dumbledore explained that it was heavy.
"Are these people who eat Death?" Wes asked.
"Not all, some people support him secretly."
Weis took the list from Dumbledore's hands, looked closely, and looked at it and looked at it. He put down the list and said to Dumbledore:
"It's all a pure blood family."
"The theory of pure blood is completely nonsense, without any basis, but some families are convinced."
Dumbledore also felt helpless about this, and could only shook his head helplessly.
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"Voldemort is the firm supporter of pure blood theory, and even goes to his name during his Muggle period."
"A person who abandon the past, how to match the future." Weis's words made Dumbledore a lot.
"I didn't expect you to have this kind of perception."
Dumbledore was a little surprised.
"This is a Muggle, I just borrowed it." Wes said lightly.
"Muggles are not lacking wise, they embarked on a different way to us ..."
Dumbledore said the question, or Wes pulled him back.
"Where did we just say?"
Dumbledore seemed to be older, and what he just said had forgotten.
"Voldemort." Wes reminded.
"Yes." Dumbledore fell into a memory. "He was a perfect student when he was studying. The former principal loved him very much."
At this time, the portrait of the former principal of the wall, Oman Dodded, suddenly said: "Dumbledore, what do you say? Are you humiliating me?"
"Of course not, you were bewildered by him at the time."
Dumbledore quickly explained that there was a hint of apology on his face.
The portrait of Oman Dedi Pett closed his eyes and stopped opening.
Was was a little impatient: "Principal, you waste so much saliva, what do you want to say to me?"
"I'm old." Dumbledore looked at his long white beard, his expression was exhausted, and he didn't have the spirit of the day.
"I have no energy to deal with the Voldemort of the dead ash."
Of course, Weas knew Dumbledore's intention at this moment. He deliberately increased his volume: "Do you want to win me?"
"Yes."
"My appearance fee is not low."
Ves's mouth was slightly raised.
"Is there no sense of responsibility at all now?"
"Don't abduct me morality, you let me deal with the black demon king who fear the entire British magic world."
"This is really dangerous, let me think about it"
Dumbledore saw that Wes was unhappy and flickered, and he fell into a state of thought.
"I thought of something," Dumbledore took out a book from the bookshelf: "This was discovered in the Tomb of Egyptian Pharaoh when I was young."
"The Book of Egyptian Dead?"
"Don't be confused by its name. In fact, it is recorded in the scriptures made by the ancient copied recorder, including spells and praise poems."
Dumbledore explained: "Many powerful and mysterious spells are recorded above."
"Don't you rest assured to give me such precious things?"
"I have studied this book for decades, and I am afraid that I can't complete this task for the rest of my life. I don't intend to bring it burial."
Dumbledore used it as a transaction chip, which could make Wes a profitable map, and at the same time he really wanted to entrust it.
After all, the young man, a young man, has reached a level with himself at a young age. He thinks that this may be another inheritance.
"The Book of Egypt" is very precious. It can be said to be the origin of Egyptian magic, and this remuneration far exceeds Wes' expectations.
