Parents of Hogwarts

At the time when Meadows and Callan happened to meet, Hogwarts welcomed a special guest.

This is a middle-aged man with a restrained temperament. He is wearing a luxurious wizard robe, and he obviously has a unique identity.

In fact it is.

The patriarch of the Malfoy family, the controller behind the power, the superior of pure-bloodism, and the owner of huge wealth.

He is also the father of Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy.

And now, the reason why he is sitting opposite Principal Dumbledore in the principal's office is because of his other title, a member of the Hogwarts School Board.

With a calm expression, he gently placed a copy on the table. The front page content on it was the report on Karan's injury.

It seems that even though Callan rejected the Malfoy family's help, he did not miss the opportunity to take advantage of it.

"You should know our duties, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Abraxas held a cane inlaid with precious gems in both hands, and looked directly at Dumbledore, who also had a calm face.

"As a member of the board of directors, I have the responsibility to supervise the school's operations." He said in a calm tone.

"As for Professor Meadows deliberately injuring a student..."

"I think about this issue," Dumbledore's tone was polite, but his attitude was particularly tough. He interrupted Abraxas's speech unceremoniously.

"If you have carefully understood the facts, you will know that Mr. Sangster, as you call him, has no objections to Professor Meadows's teaching methods. He even expressed his opinions as soon as he recovered. He took the initiative to express his understanding to Professor Meadows.”

"But we can't be sure whether he did it voluntarily." Abraxas' tone was a little sinister, and he seemed to have some ill intentions: "And there are so many parents' complaint letters that the school board cannot ignore. .”

"Admit it, Dumbledore."

"You have a problem with the way the school is run."

Abraxas's tone was somewhat unclear, as if he was referring to other things rather than the focus of the current discussion.

"Like I said,"

Dumbledore's tone became a little disappointed: "If you have carefully understood the facts, you will know that there are no real pure-blood wizards in this world, and all wizards are mixed-blood."

"And your suggestion of expelling Muggle-borns from the school goes against the purpose of Hogwarts."

"Is this your answer, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Abraxas's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Even at this time, even after you heard those things."

"Will this still be your answer?"

"The way you threaten others is still the same." Professor Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

But then he gave his answer again, and those blue eyes revealed a captivating brilliance, which invisibly forced Abraxas to look away.

"As long as I'm Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"As long as I'm in this school, there are students who need me."

"Even if it's just one."

Abraxas wrinkled his nose angrily. He seemed to want to say something more, but in the end he just stood up in silence.

"It's always the same old way, but at least it works."

"Is not it"

After leaving these threatening words, he walked directly to the door behind him.

The moment the door opened, Professor McGonagall happened to be standing outside. The two stared at each other wordlessly, quite tit-for-tat, but neither of them spoke. They just silently stepped aside to give up their positions.

"Oh, Minerva."

The previously depressing atmosphere seemed to have disappeared. Principal Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone: "I just came back from Hogsmeade."

He looked up and down at Professor McGonagall's outfit, and asked with some interest: "Mrs. Puddieff's Tea House, right?"

"That's not important."

Professor McGonagall didn't seem to want to talk more about this matter. She said solemnly: "I rushed back as soon as I heard the news. What Malfoy did here was because of what happened to Dorcas before."

“Old clichés, unrealistic ideas, and unrealistic ideas.”

Dumbledore said as he poured himself another glass of wine and asked Professor McGonagall: "Would you like some, or violet water?"

"Just violet water."

Professor McGonagall sat down at the principal's desk. She looked worried and angry.

"Don't worry, Minerva."

Dumbledore handed the cup to Professor McGonagall. He smiled and said with relief: "This is something we have expected a long time ago, and the mistake caused by Dorcas just brought forward the situation we are about to face." Just a few."

"After all, what Voldemort is doing now is just like he used the giants in the past. He wants us to cause conflicts with all pure-blood supremacists."

"Some of his ideas, I have to say, even if they can't bring him more Death Eaters, they will at least help him get more supporters."

"Abraxas Malfoy will support him sooner or later, especially after the tragedy that happened to Noblic, the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic in history. Although no one can find the evidence, many people Everyone is convinced that Abraxas Malfoy was involved in this conspiracy."

"This kind of person has been on the opposite side of us from the beginning."

Professor McGonagall nodded silently, but she still whispered angrily: "Pure-blood superiority will only cause trouble..."

"Hey" Phineas in the frame yelled angrily, but more of the portraits nodded in agreement.

"By the way," Professor McGonagall suddenly raised her head and asked, "Where is Dorcas?"

"I sent her to the library to see if there was any solution to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job curse."

Dumbledore said after putting down the glass: "After all, Malfoy came to Hogwarts through her. Rather than letting these two people meet, it is better for her to find something to do."

"Dorcas..." Professor McGonagall frowned: "Can she do it? Such profound black magic must have a corresponding breaking spell to break it."

"It's just an excuse." Dumbledore broke the slightly serious atmosphere with a smile: "After all, even if I don't mention it, she will take the initiative to try to do it. You know her temperament."

A rare helpless smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's face: "Yes, it is indeed the case."