hogwarts shady

"So, Professor, is my guess correct?"

After Ryan finished eating the pie, he held up the teacup and took a sip of black tea.

Dumbledore nodded: "There is nothing wrong with your guess, Ryan. I even suspect that you witnessed all this with your own eyes."

"Actually, I still have a lot of questions that I haven't figured out yet." Ryan lowered his head and drank tea.

"I think I can answer some of your questions." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "That's a professor's job, isn't it?"

"Can I ask what is in the restricted area on the fourth floor?"

"Well, it's a difficult question to answer right from the beginning." Dumbledore smiled, "I thought you would choose to explore on your own."

"I don't want anything bad to happen to me," Ryan muttered.

"Oh, I've always felt that you are a student who doesn't take school rules very seriously." Dumbledore put his hands on his knees, "Do you want to hear how many times you have violated school rules?"

"I am very cautious about your warning." Ryan said.

"You are slipperier than some senior students." Dumbledore said. "It took the Weasley twins several lessons to understand this. I'm a little surprised that they didn't break into the fourth floor." restricted area."

"I guess there's just no time," Ryan said. "They were sent to clean the toilets by Professor McGonagall."

"Look at my memory." Dumbledore patted his head, "But you are really well informed, Ryan."

"It's what the senior said." Ryan said, "I often eat with Senior Cedric and the others. So, professor, can you answer my question?"

"It seems you must know." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "Well, there is nothing good in it, Hagrid's pet, Pomona's potted plant, Filius's little experiment, Miller The baby’s private hobby…in fact, every professor leaves a little test in it.”

"Test?" Ryan deliberately made a surprised voice, "Who are you trying to test?"

"Oh, this is really a to-the-point question." Dumbledore rubbed his temples in distress, "It would take three days and three nights to answer this question clearly, so why don't you change the question?"

"Okay." Ryan pondered for a moment before asking, "Then, can I know what test Professor Quirrell left behind?"

Dumbledore's hand shook slightly, he was silent for a long time, and replied with a slightly hoarse voice: "It's a troll."

Ryan knew the answer very well, but he wanted to know another thing more: "So, you already knew that Professor Quirrell can contact the troll, right?"

"That's right, Ryan," Dumbledore said.

"So, since it is your request to set up the test, does Professor Quirrell also know that he left the test of the troll?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes. He sighed and said, "Your acuity is intimidating, Ryan."

The old professor slowly opened his eyes, looking a little depressed: "Yes, he knows that I know. And, he also knows that only I know."

"Professors cannot disclose the content of the test to each other?" Ryan understood Dumbledore's meaning accurately. "Then, can I think that you have known for a long time that there is something wrong with someone among the professors?"

"Yes, I knew that from the beginning," said Dumbledore.

Ryan closed his eyes.

The Headmaster knew that Quirrell had access to the trolls, and Quirrell knew that the Headmaster knew it.

Quirrell is not a fool. The principal asked each professor to keep secret. He must have suspected that there was a spy in the professor.

And when Quirrell released the troll on Halloween, he was undoubtedly giving a signal - I was the one with the problem.

Ryan took a deep breath and asked: "I don't know what happened, but Professor Quirrell is asking you for help. Why are you..."

"Why didn't I rescue him?" Dumbledore smiled bitterly, "Do you think I don't want to, Ryan?"

The principal stood up and walked to the window, and the phoenix landed on his shoulder.

Dumbledore looked at the dark night Hogwarts campus, and his tone was a little erratic: "Ryan, choice is very important."

Ryan didn't answer. He didn't know why Dumbledore suddenly poured himself chicken soup.

"Remember, it is every choice that makes you what you are now, and every choice you make now will make you who you are in the future." Dumbledore sighed, "And some choices must not be touched, because to One step forward will lead to eternal disaster.”

Ryan held the tea cup tightly, and he heard a faint warning from Dumbledore's words.

"Quirrell, after he made that decision, he can never look back." Dumbledore turned back to look at Ryan, "This is also my advice to you, Ryan, never, never sell your soul, otherwise , only destruction awaits you."

"What exactly did Professor Quirrell do?"

"This is an unfortunate topic." Dumbledore shook his head, "An unfortunate topic that has lasted for decades. I don't want you to be exposed to it unless necessary."

Ryan knew that Dumbledore would not reveal the news about Voldemort, so he nodded and stopped asking.

"Would you like some more tea?" Dumbledore pointed to the bottom of Ryan's empty cup, and his tone became relaxed and cheerful again.

"I don't think so." Ryan shook his head, "I should go back and rest."

"Then I wish you a good night." Dumbledore laughed, "Of course, don't forget to cast a Disappearance Charm on yourself, it's curfew time now."

"I know." Ryan stood up from his chair, hit his head with his wand, and disappeared into the office.

After a while, the portraits who were pretending to sleep opened their eyes one after another.

"How?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Goatee muttered something incoherently but said nothing.

"Not bad." Delis said with a smile, "There is a successor to Hufflepuff."

"He must not have told the whole truth," Phineas said. "Besides, things are still unclear in Ravenclaw."

"We are not in a hurry to make a decision." Dumbledore smiled, "In fact, I think the other little girl has also shown considerable talent."

"That's ridiculous," Phineas muttered. "It's all..."

He didn't continue because Dai Lisi was already taking off her socks.

"This may be an opportunity." The first portrait said.

"I hope this can be an opportunity." Dumbledore nodded, "However, this is destined to be a difficult road."

"You almost succeeded." Dai Lisi said.

"No, that's not called success." Dumbledore sighed, "Don't mention what happened back then, Doris. I don't want to risk the lives of innocent people anymore for my ideals."

"You must understand, Dumbledore." Phineas said for a rare moment of seriousness, "Successful change cannot be without bloodshed."

"But this cannot be an excuse for me to dominate other people's lives." Dumbledore looked painful. "Sometimes, selflessness is the greatest selfishness, and nobility is the greatest depravity."

"Why not Harry Potter?" a principal said in a gentle tone, changing the topic.

"It can't be Potter." Dumbledore shook his head, "Armando, you should know that Potter's temperament is obviously inappropriate."

Dumbledore regained his composure, he sighed and said: "Harry is a sword that is brave and courageous, and what we want is a smart hand that can hold the sword."