I, Hogwarts Second Week

From when Irving was away, carrying out his just cause.

On the other side, the eighth floor.

The brass door in the shape of a griffon slowly opened.

What caught his eye was a pot of brilliantly blooming roses on the table.

Under the blessing of magic, the delicate buds of the rose are dripping with water.

Like a silent cry.

The Sorting Hat and Gryffindor were placed in the cabinet next to the Pensieve.

And Professor Dumbledore - he was leaning on the desk, with Tom's diary on one side and two letters on the other.

You can tell from the material of the letter that it is definitely not from the same person.

One is parchment paper common in the academy, and the other is a Muggle paper.

"Well - your old lover sent you another letter?" At this time, a thin wizard with straight hair, wearing a black robe and a cold face walked into the principal's office.

His voice was inexplicably filled with hatred.

I don’t know if I was offended by someone’s philandering.

"Here you come, Severus!" Dumbledore very naturally pushed everything aside, including several Muggle fantasy novels "The Lord of the Rings", "The Hobbit" and "The Silmarillion" They were all piled up in a corner of his desk.

Then he picked up a glass of honey pear juice from the desk, moistened his throat and continued: "How are you handling the basilisk's body?"

"The inventory has been completed, precious magic materials." The genius potion master's expression improved when he mentioned the basilisk.

He could agree to Dumbledore playing this boring game because he left the basilisk in his hands.

"That's good."

"Would you like some sweets?" Dumbledore said with a smile, sitting on a chair covered with soft purple cushions embroidered with stars.

"Dumbledore!"

"Okay, Severus! Relax." The old headmaster was still smiling. You know, just now, in the letter sent by Owen, he swore that Snape refused to give money to other college students. Wizards provide additional magical instruction.

Why do you create a clique within Slytherin?

He even tried to overthrow his position and become the principal himself, etc.——

In short, in all his years of coaching, Dumbledore has never seen such a hodgepodge of letters that deliberately put together lies, fabrications, speciousness, and rumors.

From a literary perspective alone, his letter is enough to leave a mark on the history of Hogwarts.

Just as the principal and Professor Snape were chatting, there was another knock on the door of the principal's office nearby.

Then all the deans of the other four major colleges arrived.

Professor McGonagall was the first to speak: "I'm sorry that I questioned you before, Albus."

"This is a great idea! Please keep it going."

"That's right, you haven't seen the eyes of those little wizards seeking knowledge, oh! Merlin's beard, this is simply the happiest two weeks I have taught in many years." Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, also said Said with bright eyes.

"I've seen it, Filius."

Dumbledore raised his hand to signal, and then his expression became strange.

From the pile of recreational stories, he pulled out a report Irving had sent earlier.

"You take a look at this first."

He smiled and handed the letter to Professor Flitwick.

"this--"

After taking the letter and just glancing at it, Professor Flitwick's expression suddenly dropped sharply.

"Slander! Fabrication! It's simply an insult to Ravenclaw!"

He angrily handed the letter to Professor Sprout beside him, "Look at his lies!"

Headmaster Hufflepuff, who had been silent since entering, looked embarrassed.

When she knew that Dumbledore's plan was mainly executed by her own little dark wizard, she secretly screamed something bad!

He was originally a troublemaker, but now he has the principal's approval!

Isn’t that kid going to be upset?

Therefore, every time the dean met to discuss how to proceed with the next drama, she remained silent.

But this time.

[That idiot Lockhart wants to escape to the United States and spread rumors about Hogwarts to darken the school. But you don’t have to worry, because he is already lying in a corner in the corridor on the third floor, sincerely repenting!

In addition, I suddenly thought of a good idea. Slytherin's secret room should not be disclosed to the little wizards, but Ravenclaw's can. There must be a magical house in the castle!

Just pretend, Ms. Rowena won't be angry!

Or - she really built that house?

Hehe - then I will be the heir of Ravenclaw!

——Enclosed are the relevant plans. 】

Um—Professor Sprout's expression changed slightly, and then he coughed lightly, "Principal Dumbledore, what do you think of this plan?"

"Although -" he glanced at Professor Flitwick, and then reassured: "I don't think that lady would care about this with a twelve-year-old wizard fifteen hundred years later."

“From a planning point of view, it is indeed very reasonable.”

"I basically agree with this plan."

"Albus! You-" Professor Flitwick wanted to retort, but was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore who handed him a glass of sherry soda with ice and snails.

The professor with a straight face took a small sip in displeasure.

Then he said in a low voice: "After the matter is over, we must clarify this matter!"

"Of course -" Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"Next, we have to continue to increase the intensity of this incident." He continued.

"But the time has to be set after Christmas."

"At least let the little wizards have a peaceful holiday in comfort!" the old principal said kindly.

Then, the other professors, except Snape, all showed kind smiles.

————

early morning.

Early in the morning, there were bursts of exclamations from the auditorium door.

Hermione came over from the stairs with a confused whir. She worked on the charm too late last night. I didn't sleep until after one o'clock. Now I feel light and groggy, and my eyes are sore and swollen that I can't even open them.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, the auditorium was crowded with little wizards, and everyone gathered in front of the bulletin board in the entrance hall, looking at a notice that had just been posted.

"Yes, Duel Club." Harry pointed to the notice and said, "At two o'clock this afternoon, the Duel Club will reopen in the auditorium."

"Duel Club?" Ron on the side said doubtfully.

"The Duel Club was very popular in the old Hogwarts." Hermione, the Humanoid Encyclopedia, slowly began to explain: "It has a long history, at least hundreds of years."

"It's just that the school canceled the dueling club after the little wizard was injured during a duel."

"Professor Flitwick is going to restart the Duel Club?" the little witch Hermione squeezed through the crowd and finally saw the full announcement.

"Is that guy participating?" She suddenly asked after glancing at the announcement.