There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 55 Directors must be sensible
"Mr. Principal, speak up." Lucius said anxiously: "At the beginning, you promised to attack the dark wizards, suppress the Death Eaters, and kill Voldemort. You don't mean what you say, do you?"

Back then, it was said that getting rich first would lead to getting rich later. What did the people who got rich first do?

Mark sighed: "Lucius, you don't understand, this matter is very complicated."

"I understand what I understand, and I don't understand what I don't understand?" Lucius' eyes were full of doubts.

Hey, I'm short tempered, Mark wonders how to put shoes on Lucius, why does this man speak so badly.

How ironic!

"Don't worry, dark wizards and Death Eaters will always be our targets." Mark waved his hand and said, "On behalf of Hogwarts, there will be absolutely no dark wizards in the Pig's Head Bar next week!"

I will talk to the four headmasters in a while. I think about what little wizards think at Hogwarts, and I am anxious about what little wizards want. Headmaster Mark dares to be the first in the world!
For the future development of little wizards, a make-up lesson plan is set up, and the student professors don't go anywhere, just stay at Hogwarts to make up lessons.

Anyone who dares to ask for leave will not be approved!
Especially diehards such as Quirrell, Cassandra, Daniel, Kevin, etc. must be strictly guarded and focused.

Lucius: "..."

I want you to launch a siege operation. At a critical moment, I tricked out of the Mirror of Erised and let you lead people to wipe out the black wizard!
How dare you promise that there are no dark wizards, what about my magic mirror?

"I think so, get rid of the evil."

Lucius looked solemn: "The Dark Wizard is too conservative outside of Hogsmeade, we should take the initiative to attack the yellow dragon!"

Talking is talking, don't talk about it.

Maybe Mark is dirty in his heart, and everything he looks at is dirty, and it always feels weird to hear Lucius talking.

You can't stay with this person for too long, you will be assimilated if you stay for a long time.

Mark frowned, and made a ticking sound with his right hand on the table.

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

After saying this, Lucius could only shut up.

Lucius missed Dumbledore infinitely when he was the headmaster. He was easy to talk, well-mannered, and reasonable. The directors could even force Dumbledore to make concessions together.

Mark was different, he was ruthless.

Are you disobedient?Okay, the evil nameless black wizard will come to chat with you tonight.

A few years ago, the staff of the Ministry of Magic and the directors of Hogwarts were not very sensible. Mark had no choice but to let the evil dark wizard teach the directors to be sensible.

They are all called directors, are you ignorant?

It's just that Dong Zi is spoken too much, and I almost don't know Dong Zi!

Lucius left, since Mark couldn't get the result here, then find a way to find out the identity of the Dark Lord's commissioner hidden inside Hogwarts!

The eyes of Lucius flickered, and if he found out the whereabouts of the Dark Lord from him, he could still go straight to the Yellow Dragon!
Unfortunately, without the Philosopher's Stone to attract the Dark Lord's attention, the odds of winning were reduced by at least [-]%.

"Sir, you have been wronged." Tom said affectionately, I am so happy in the future to have such a servant.

Compromise, fight against the white wizard, deal with Hogwarts and Grindelwald's saints, like dancing on the tip of a knife!

No matter who finds out, he will die.

Both wise and brave, loyal, powerful, and actively displaying subjective initiative, he went to the fire for Voldemort's resurrection and risked his life to enter Hogwarts.

Who doesn't like such a good servant?
Tom swore: "When I am resurrected, I will give you unimaginable glory!"

"Under one person, above ten thousand people!"

"I hope you will live up to your original intentions at that time, and don't take glory as showing off."

Lucius smiled, hiding his merit and fame.

"Doing things for the Dark Lord is a matter of course, what grievances are you talking about!"

In Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell suddenly sneezed several times.

"Master, I faintly feel something bad." Quirrell said, "It seems to be related to my future."

"You think too much." Voldemort's voice was a little weak: "Prophecy is a powerful talent, and most wizards in the wizarding world cannot understand this ability."

"As far as I know, there are only two people in this world who can truly predict."

"One is Grindelwald, the former Dark Lord. It is said that his eyes can see the future."

"The other is the Hogwarts divination professor, Sybill Trelawney, she has the ancient and great prophetic lineage of the Trelawney family, she is very powerful... She was the one who predicted that I would be killed by Harry Potter beat."

Grindelwald is famous, and Quirrell has heard of it.

He disagreed.

"If Grindelwald could really see the future, he would have changed his fate long ago, and would he still be locked up in Newgarmond?"

As for Sybill Trelawney...

Quirrell has seen this woman, and his evaluation is very simple.

Two words, trash.

Living in his own world, talking all day long, with low mana, predicting who will die, but everyone is living well.

Quirrell suspects that this person prophesies all day long, and if there are too many predictions, there will always be correct ones.

It's like sending out the results of a Quidditch match to a thousand people.

Tell five hundred people that England will win, tell five hundred other people that Bulgaria will win.

There are always five hundred that are correct.

Then by analogy, continue to send messages to [-] people, and after a few more rounds, you will become the master of prophecy in the hearts of the remaining people.

At that time, what do you want to lie to?

Voldemort flew into a rage.

Are you a jerk?
How dare you question me!

"I will remember this hatred. When I am resurrected, I will let you know how frightening it is to question the great Voldemort!"

I, the Dark Lord, the straight man of steel.

What I say is what I say, and no one can object to it.

Whoever objects, I will try to make him unable to object.

"Quirrell, I'm too weak, I need to sleep, don't look for me if you have nothing to do." Voldemort said.

I'm your master, and I'm not a chat tool person. I just consumed a lot of soul power, so I don't have time to chat with you.

"Good master." Quirrell was happy.

He's not an exhibitionist, usually Voldemort always puts his head behind his head and watches, and many things are difficult to handle.

Now that Voldemort is asleep, Quirrell can do whatever he wants!
"I just got angry, let me transfer my anger to the students first, so that I can get in a good mood." Quirrell grinned grinningly. Gryffindor and Slytherin will perform Defense Against the Dark Arts together in the next section, which is gratifying.

Just as he was thinking about it, the little ghost heads of the first grade entered the classroom one after another.

Green Snake Court, Red Lion Court.

The two gangs of brats sit on each side, and they are determined not to sit with the hostile academy!
This is a rule that has been passed down since ancient times.

Slytherin and Gryffindor are at odds!
Gryffindor, Harry, Ron, Hermione iron triangle assembly!

They whispered together and sat in the corner of the last row.

But Malfoy was different. He took Crabbe and Goyle to sit at the front, holding their heads high.

Quirrell is angry, okay, Harry Potter, you actually chatted openly in class and deserted, you don't take me seriously, right?

good very good.

It's time for you to know the professor's wrath!

"Student Malfoy, please stand up." Quirrell was expressionless.

Who told the master that I might be mistaken for a villain if I troubled Harry?
I'll just have to trouble you, Malfoy.

Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame your father.

I can't beat your father, so I have to bully his son.

(End of this chapter)