Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 155 Dumbledore's Sorrow

"Click...click...click..."

The silver extinguisher kept opening and closing, and a blue light ball flashed out from the opening and closing extinguisher, circled around Dumbledore, and entered the extinguisher again.

"嗖~嗖~~嗖~~~"

The blue Yingying ball of light was spinning round and round, but Dumbledore didn't pay attention to it as usual, but looked out the window blankly.

At this time, the sun had already started to set, and the setting sun shot towards the Quidditch pitch in the distance, leaving an obvious shadow on the ground in front of the towering auditorium facing east...

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on it.

"Boom~"

The door of the principal's room opened, and the sound made Dumbledore startle, but he didn't move his eyes.

"Principal, there are two more transfer applications, pure blood, Durmstrang School of Magic." McGonagall spoke extremely fast.

"click..."

Dumbledore finally stopped pressing the Deluminator, but his eyes were still looking out the window at the shadows under the Quidditch pitch.

"Principal Dumbledore," said Professor McGonagall loudly.

"I can hear you, Mag. Although I am old, my ears are not deaf."

As Dumbledore said, he finally looked away from the shadows and looked at Professor McGonagall—the eyes were still empty, as if he had completely emptied himself.

"Albus, what's the matter with you?"

Startled by his eyes, Mag walked to him with her skirt up, squatted down, and held his hand.

"I'm fine, Mag, I just suddenly feel old."

Dumbledore bowed his head to McGonagall and showed a gentle smile, then pointed to the shadow in the distance with his free hand, and said, "If I die, can I be buried there?"

"Dumbledore." McGonagall glared at the headmaster, dissatisfied with his joke.

"I know, it will affect the children's play, but... I really want to be able to hear people shouting for Quidditch after I die."

Sadness appeared on Dumbledore's face, "Tom doesn't like Quidditch, if he beats me...McGonagall, will our Quidditch become a football game?"

"Principal, now is really not the time to discuss these things." Mag stood up dissatisfied, took out two letters and pressed them on the principal's desk, "Someone is going to transfer another school."

"Agree, McGonagall, we cannot be enemies of all pure blood." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"But...why?" Mag asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Because Tom's coming next year." Dumbledore put down the Deluminator in the book, "and I don't even know why he's coming."

"You can't guess his purpose?" Mag asked with a frown.

Dumbledore shook his head and said, "After thinking hard for a day, McGonagall, I can't find the answer."

"Then these children... why are they leaving?" Mag asked again.

"It's nothing more than two reasons, McGonagall."

Dumbledore finally regained his energy. He said, "Tom wants to cultivate power in foreign countries. Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang, we all know that he is a Death Eater."

Professor McGonagall frowned: "Another possibility?"

"Hogwarts is in danger. It is more likely that he will sell pure blood." Dumbledore said.

"Why?" McGonagall asked.

"Because their applications are all..." Dumbledore picked up a thick stack of application forms on the table, "It's all for one year, McGonagall, that's not enough time for Tom to train them."

McGillie thought for a while, nodded his approval, but then asked: "Why did he do this...I mean, why did he act so obviously, isn't he afraid that you will see through everything?"

"That's exactly my doubt, McGonagall." Dumbledore picked up the extinguisher again, and fiddled with it "click, click".

"Maybe he did all this just to confuse your eyes, Dumbledore, like he did with Snape and Malfoy last year," said Professor McGonagall.

"It's different, McGonagall, it's completely different." Dumbledore took a long breath, "I can assure you that he didn't intend to come back."

"What do you mean?" McGonagall asked puzzled.

"He may have other plans before I cut off Azkaban, the werewolves, the giants, and his connection to the vampires."

Dumbledore played with the Deluminator, lowered his head and said, "Of course, he may still come back, but he will do it secretly, not like now."

"Is there a difference?" Mag asked.

"He's taking the initiative, McGonagall."

Dumbledore said in an affirmative tone, "I dare believe that what Harry, Hermione, and these damned purebloods did all came from his behest."

"Harry's incident was also because of him?" McGonagall asked in surprise, "Isn't it a house elf?"

"Who has a house-elf?"

Dumbledore suddenly looked up at McGonagall, with knives in his eyes.

"Forehead……"

Professor McGonagall was taken aback. She had never seen such sharp eyes from Dumbledore—not once in decades.

"Pure blood, McGonagall, still pure blood."

Dumbledore put away the sharpness in his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "As long as it's about pure blood, McGonagall, don't think too much, as long as you lean on Tom, there's a good chance you won't go wrong."

McGonagall nodded, and took two steps sideways to sit on the chair opposite Dumbledore - she was frightened by Dumbledore's eyes, and her heart beat violently.

"Then how do we deal with it, Principal, I mean, we can't just do nothing," said Professor McGonagall.

"It's not doing nothing, McGonagall." Dumbledore shook his head and said with shame on his face, "I can't do anything, if..."

"What if, Headmaster?" Professor McGonagall asked hastily.

"If this is just a warning from him, that would be great. I think I will restrain myself in the future and try to cause him as little trouble as possible."

Dumbledore buried his apologetic face in his hands, "I have caused trouble for Hogwarts, McGonagall, if this is not a warning, the students will be very dangerous next year."

"Albus..."

McGonagall stepped forward again, grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders, and reassured, "It's okay, Albus, he's afraid of you, isn't he?"

"I am the principal, if you can't protect the children..."

Dumbledore's muffled voice stopped, and he covered his face in silence for a long time.

McGonagall opened her mouth to comfort him, but she couldn't say a word.

If the Headmaster was right—she couldn't find anything illogical—then the school must be dangerous next year.

Hogwarts is in danger...

Thinking of this possibility, Mag also had a look of pain on his face.

She turned her head and looked out of the window, wanting to let the sunset baptize herself, but her eyes couldn't help looking at the elongated shadow.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and who is wrong?

(End of this chapter)