Hogwarts: From Squibs to Greatness

Chapter 38
In the principal's office, Professor Sprout guarded John behind him, whispering to him from time to time not to worry.

On the other side, Snape stood there with the Slytherin students, Snape's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, and many of those little snakes were peeking at John with a look of gloating.

It seemed that they had already determined that when they entered the principal's office, John must be punished, and they, noble people from a great pure-blood family, would be fine.

In particular, John's cousins ​​and cousins ​​looked at John with a kind of revengeful expression. They spent a lot of galleons and energy mobilizing more than 20 people to deal with him.

What surprised them was that the sneak attack and siege of more than 20 people did not cause this guy to suffer any damage, but each of them was severely destroyed by him.

But at this moment they heard their dean, the mighty Snake King say in a voice as if he was holding ice cubes: "Put away your stupid expressions, you trash who are not even as good as trolls, you have no shame Pig, what a stain on Slytherin's honor!"

Snape knew what these guys were thinking without asking. If more than 20 people fought against one person, it would not be a glorious thing whether they lost or won, let alone not winning, and the opponent was not even injured.

It's ridiculous...

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his home in Spider Lane, and saw his sad childhood.

Back then, he was just like them. Knowing that he was different from others, entering Hogwarts and stepping into Slytherin to know his blood, he began to feel pretentious for the half of the pure blood, and gave himself the title of 'Half-Blood Prince' .

But time flies, time is gone, the person I love is drifting away from him because of this sad and useless pure blood glory, and even lost his life because of it.

He has been lonely for half his life until now he gradually understands that what the man said was a joke, but there is no possibility of turning back, despair and pain tormented his already broken heart.

Whenever he dreams back at night, his thoughts will go back to that night in 1980, and the coldness and stiffness will always remain on his fingertips. At that moment, the world was broken for him,

Looking at John who was watching them blankly, he could see the courage and sobriety that he didn't have back then.

Maybe the man was right when he said that he was a coward, a pretentious fool.

Soon in this somewhat weird atmosphere, Dumbledore appeared in the principal's room accompanied by a burst of fire.

He was discussing John with Nick Flamel when he was notified by Professor McGonagall, and Dumbledore also brought the amulet made by John and the fixed magic generator given to Filch.

Just as Dumbledore thought, the techniques shown in these two alchemy props aroused Nick Flamel's great interest, and he decisively agreed with Dumbledore's suggestion to take on apprentices, and agreed to be a disciple of the other party who had not yet graduated from Hogwarts. During this time, the great adventure will not be embarked on for the time being.

Dumbledore sat directly on the chair, with a faint smile on his face, and clear and deep blue eyes.

After knowing exactly what happened and understanding the ins and outs, Dumbledore pondered for a long time.

"Sprout and Snape, should you leave first, I have something to say to Mr. Williams alone"

Professor Sprout and Snape obviously wanted to say something, but were interrupted by Dumbledore's next words
"Don't worry, what I want to say has nothing to do with today. Of course, regarding today's matter, I don't think Mr. Williams would mind accompanying Hagrid to patrol the Forbidden Forest for a week, right?"

Staring into those blue eyes, John suddenly became aware of an event in his memory, and a storm rolled up in his mind. Did Dumbledore mean that he wanted him to face Voldemort?

Although he has no problem with this, he doesn't like the feeling of being calculated.

John wouldn't be used to Dumbledore, it would be a big deal to break up, and he never planned to accompany Dumbledore to play the savior's house wine.

Now he may not be able to beat Dumbledore, but it does not mean that he has no ability to escape.

"..." John did not answer Dumbledore's words, but quietly looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes.

Seeing that John didn't answer, Dumbledore smiled, and he naturally saw John's attitude.

"Everyone in Slytherin involved in this incident writes a review of twenty feet in length, and deducts ten points from each."

"Okay, except for Mr. Williams, Sprout and Snape, take the children and leave."

Seeing what Dumbledore said, the people present would naturally not object. Professor Sprout patted John on the shoulder to reassure him, and Snape didn't say much, and led the dumbfounded little snakes away into the principal's office.

With the door closed, only John and Dumbledore were left in the principal's room, as well as the portrait of the principal whispering and watching.

Dumbledore kept smiling, didn't speak, just looked at John, and John didn't seem to see Dumbledore's eyes, and went directly to the bird stand to tease Fox.

In fact, when John came last time, he felt the intimacy from Fox, and he didn't know if it was because of the blood of the red dragon or because of his burning magic power.

John just wanted to touch Fox on a whim, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to stick his head over. It seemed that Fox not only didn't dislike his touching, but even said he liked him a little bit.

Dumbledore was not angry at John's ignorance. He stood up and walked to John, looking at Fox, who narrowed his eyes and enjoyed himself.

"It's rare. It seems that Fox likes you very much, John."

"..."

There was still silence, a long silence, except for the sound of John stroking Fox's feathers, there was nothing else in the room.

Finally when Dumbledore wanted to break the silence and say something, John spoke first
"Magic stone."

"What?" Dumbledore was caught off guard by John's sudden opening.

"After the matter is over, lend me the Philosopher's Stone to study, and I will help you, the principal, have the savior's house wine."

Hearing John's words, the expression on Dumbledore's face gradually became calm, like the surface of a quiet lake, no one knows how many turmoil is hidden underneath.

"John, it seems that I still underestimated your intelligence"

"Thank you for the compliment, Principal Dumbledore." John turned his head to look at the serious old man beside him, "Actually, you didn't hide it, did you? ?”

"Take away the Philosopher's Stone in advance and let Harry and the others escape to the fourth floor. Isn't this all for the purpose of letting the savior enter the trial you set up and face the final boss, that is, Senior Tom who is possessed by Quirrell? I don't believe you can't see Quirrell's disguise"

"It's really great, it's really exhaustive, and it really deserves to be the white wizard who defeated Grindelwald back then."

"Oh...and" John imitated Malfoy, with an exaggerated drawl tone, "I guess you still want to see if the magic of love still has an effect on Senior Tom"

"Actually, I can tell you right now that it is true. Lily Evans is the greatest witch in the world, and her love for Harry is greater than magic."

There was a somewhat elusive smile on John's face, and his tone was a little bit heavier on Grindelwald, Lily Evans, and Senior Tom.

Seeing this smile, and the almost explicit meaning in the other party's language, it was difficult for Dumbledore to maintain the calm on his face, so he couldn't help showing a wry smile.

"You seem to have a lot of grudges against me, John, and you seem to know a lot."

"How could it be? How dare I have resentment against you? I just can't understand some old idiot who knows that the Dursleys have abused Harry, but is unwilling to warn him."

"As for why I know so much, it is naturally because of my great-aunt, Vida Rozier, whom I have never met before."

"Her old man wrote to me and told me many things, such as the love she couldn't ask for." John's tone was faint, but his eyes were impassive. The heterochromatic pupil stays for a second."

"I really don't know who has such a great ability to make the owner of those eyes fall in love? I really don't know who it is? They even made a blood oath..." John stared at Dumbledore.

It was John's mother who told him about Vida Rozier, but the mother didn't say it explicitly but made insinuations, because it was true that John and the house elves who bought the villa after leaving the orphanage couldn't explain the source.

John, who saw his mother's hint, naturally thought of the French Rose who followed Grindelwald in his memory, loved him, and was loyal to him.

It is true that this relationship can not only explain the source of those properties, but also be an excuse for many things in the future, and no one knows if this person is still alive, because no one has seen her since Grindelwald was defeated .

Since his mother had given him such a natural excuse, it was natural for John to take advantage of it.

Now Dumbledore seemed to be lost in thought, and his blue eyes were full of nostalgia, sadness, and pain at the moment.

The longer the time, the clearer the memories that are deeply engraved in the mind. When these memories wave, all the beauty and pain are so unforgettable, making people unforgettable for a long time.

Of course, Dumbledore also thought of the woman who followed the man and always watched his back with loving eyes. He thought of her and John's mother's surname, and thought that the Witch Party had never died. It seemed that John knew so much It's a perfectly normal thing.

In the end, Dumbledore calmed down all the turmoil, and there was only peace in his blue eyes.

There is no need to discuss the previous topic, some things are clearer than a thousand words.

Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him very seriously at this moment: "John, can I trust you?"

"I think so, Headmaster." John looked at Dumbledore and nodded, "So the deal is established?"

"Yeah, deal, this is indeed a small deal, I don't think I have a reason to refuse, right?" Dumbledore resumed his previous appearance of a naughty old man, winking playfully at John.

After speaking, John stretched out his hand, and Dumbledore naturally smiled and held John's hand, shaking it up and down twice.

"Then... the transaction is established!"

(End of this chapter)