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"It's certain that Ron Velez has been charmed by someone."

Dumbledore put away his wand and then answered to the concerned people in the medical room.

Although tonight's "farce" was over, all the students were healed by Dream's healing magic and were ordered by their respective deans to go back to their dormitories to rest.

But some people still followed Dumbledore and sent Ron to Madam Pomfrey.

In fact, Ron had regained consciousness before, but was frightened by what happened in his memory, so Madam Pomfrey simply made him take requiem water to rest.

"I knew there must be a reason for Ron's recent troubles, but I didn't expect that he was actually under an unknown spell."

Fred and George only realized it later.

"We should pay more attention to him."

"Patsy, it's better not to tell mom what happened tonight, so as not to worry her."

"But I'm afraid I can't hide this matter!"

While the Velez brothers were surrounding the hospital bed, worried about their younger brother, Harry also looked at his friend on the hospital bed with complicated eyes.

Rather than worrying about Ron's injury, he was more worried about what everyone in the castle thought of him.

Thinking back on today and what he had done recently, he was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks of the ground.

"Oh, look what you've done? Harry Potter..."

He questioned himself internally.

Unfortunately, this must be a question without an answer.

Outsiders don't care whether they are bewitched by magic. Once the impression takes root in the heart, it is destined to not be easily eliminated.

He fully understands this.

Just like Decorah made a bad first impression on him, and he started to have a hard time dealing with him.

He is not sure now whether Emma will hate him; or whether he really likes Emma...

Although Emma Carter was indeed attractive to him, who was not to all the first grade boys?

Emma and Hermione didn't know the inner drama of the savior. They stood in front of Hughes with their heads lowered like children who had made a mistake.

The two of them made up their minds to humbly accept all the criticism and education from Hughes.

The three of them stood a little apart.

Hughes folded his hands and looked at the two of them, but did not criticize them for a long time.

The two waited for a long time, but the storm of criticism they imagined did not happen.

Emma quietly raised her head to look at her brother, only to find that Hughes glared angrily, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, Emma can still tell if Hughes is really angry.

Obviously, his brother was not really angry today.

She gestured to Hermione "Yeah!"

Then she changed her submissive look, held her brother's arm with her little hand, and started acting coquettishly.

Hughes glanced at the professors from the corner of his eyes, and then whispered: "Okay, stop shaking."

Then he pretended to yell loudly: "Although you didn't take the initiative this time, you can't quarrel with others in the auditorium just because they slander me!"

"I don't care what your reasons are. Students should be friendly and harmonious. If there are any conflicts, you should ask the professor to help you coordinate."

"What do you do today, where do you put the school rules and regulations, Ang?"

"Although some people falsely accused me of being an evil wizard in public, I am very touched that you defended me. But you should not argue with others. You must know that facts speak louder than words."

"It's really unladylike."

"Fortunately, you didn't attack your classmates with magic, but this is not as simple as criticism."

……

Hermione wanted to defend herself, but Emma pulled her and blinked wildly.

Hermione, who received the look, immediately thought of something and burst into tears, with regret on her face.

As smart as Emma, ​​when she saw her brother accepting her coquettish attacks with his front legs, he started to change his face and yell at her with his back legs, and he immediately understood.

She knew that Hughes planned to excuse them, so she took the lead.

Look, there was something in these words. It reached the ears of Dumbledore and others, and they were beaten up and beaten.

Make others feel embarrassed to blame the two little girls.

This is called counterattack.

Hughes continued to perform, but Snape saw Dumbledore's speechless expression. Even McGonagall turned away in shame, and the remaining two deans were trying to suppress laughter.

As a result, Old Bat had to stop his proud disciple's clumsy acting skills.

"It's okay as long as you mean it. We didn't say who we were going to punish, so don't cause any trouble."

The acting was exposed, but Hughes acted like nothing was wrong and said to the two little girls: "You see, the professors are still very reasonable. If you have any difficulties in the future, please contact the professors."

"Considering that everything happened tonight for a reason, you will definitely have nothing to worry about. I haven't thanked the professors yet."

After the two little cuties bowed their thanks, Dumbledore waved all the students present to go back to their dormitories.

George was still a little worried about Ron, but McGonagall reminded: "This is still Hogwarts. George, you have to believe in the school and Mrs. Pomfrey."

"Patsy, take your brother and Harry back. Ron will stay here for observation overnight. I guarantee you will see him in the auditorium tomorrow."

Patsy looked at Ron, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and nodded.

Flitwick also followed suit: "And you, Penello, go back too."

Hughes was about to go back with his friends from the "Lighthouse of Wisdom", but Dumbledore kept him.

After instructing Madam Pomfrey to take good care of Ron, the group left the medical room.

Several professors gathered in the principal's office, held a small meeting, and then went back to prepare for tomorrow's troubles.

Before Snape left, he motioned to Hughes to go in alone. Dumbledore needed to talk to him alone.

Now that both of them were collaborators behind the scenes, Dumbledore didn't say too much and directly asked Hughes what he thought of this farce.

Yes, in Dumbledore's opinion, this was just a painless farce.

Although he attaches great importance to the development of wizards, this farce can only become a weapon for politicians to attack him personally, and cannot determine the outcome of a wizard battlefield.

Hughes said that Dumbledore saw clearly.

"It is foreseeable that the enemy does not want you to stay in the castle. From this, it can be speculated that there must be something they want in Hogwarts, but because you are guarding the school, they cannot get it."

Dumbledore smiled silently and did not confess to Hughes.

Hughes was furious. "Principal, since we want to cooperate, we should be honest with each other. What bait did you put in the castle?"

Nick Mailer's Philosopher's Stone!

Hughes knew, but he couldn't tell him directly, so he could only act with Old Dengtou.

Obviously, because of Hughes's act of pretending to be stupid, Dumbledore still let Na Mei go.

"Excuse me for showing off. Besides, don't you also have reservations about me?"

"Ok?"

Hughes didn't know what Dumbledore was referring to?

He was hiding a lot, but he believed Dumbledore wouldn't notice.

To Dumbledore, Hughes' confused expression was simply a clumsy performance.

If he didn't believe that Hughes was not a smart kid, he might have doubted his own vision.

So he simply said it bluntly, "What's going on with your mutual aid study group? Do you still need me to emphasize it?"

"Oh~ So you mean this."

"Didn't I say that I want to change the wizarding world? What could be more effective than fundamentally changing it?"

"I'm not accusing you of forming a small team, but of your strange magic."

"Principal, you know that I have inherited magic, but one person's energy is limited, so I want everyone to help me pass on the magic."

"Pretty!"

Dumbledore stared into Hughes's eyes, obviously thinking about whether Hughes' words came from the sincerity.

"Then why not leave it to the school?"

"Ha ha!"

Faced with Dumbledore's rhetorical question, Hughes rolled his eyes and said hehe.

They have been foxes for thousands of years, but Dumbledore actually wanted to chat with Hughes.

Hughes almost asked Dumbledore: "Do you think I am mentally retarded?"

He would definitely not tell Dumbledore that he did this in order to harvest a huge amount of influence in the future.

Hughes didn't explain, so Dumbledore could only guess secretly, so the two looked at each other speechlessly, and the scene fell into silence.

After a long time, Dumbledore said in an uncertain tone.

"If I want to join your study group, what are the requirements?"

Hughes couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he had to answer honestly.

"Currently, the study group has no plans to expand its membership. At most, after Christmas, depending on the learning status of the existing six people, the membership will be expanded through introductions from old members."

"Of course, the number will not be too much."

"After all, reform has always been about trying to cross the river by feeling the stones. Now it is a pilot project. Only by seeing the specific results can we know whether this study group plan will work."

……

Hughes was still talking, but Dumbledore's eyes became more and more complicated.

He thought to himself: "That's so well said!"

"Cross the river by feeling the stones."

"Why didn't we know how to do experiments and pilots first?"

"Maybe he can really surpass us, Gellert..."

Hughes noticed that Dumbledore was distracted again, so he had to stop his "speech".

"Principal? Principal?"

"Ok!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Hughes, why don't you continue to introduce your ideas."

"Introduction? Didn't you listen at all?"

"Oh no, I'm listening. It's just that people like to reminisce when they get old. I'm sorry about that."

Just when Hughes said it didn't matter, Dumbledore's next sentence revealed his true thoughts.

"Can you let Harry join your study group?"

See the picture poorly.

Hughes' face suddenly stiffened as if he had been hit by a cold wave.

It's not that Hughes is stingy or xenophobic, he simply looks down on the "savior" who loses himself after being praised a few times.

He refused with a cold face, but Dumbledore still wanted to fight for it.

"As you can see, the enemy can't wait to attack us. We don't have much time."

Hughes secretly mocked: "It's not us, it's an attack on you. Just let those rats in the stinking ditch come. I'll clean them up and finish it in a minute."

But he said on the surface: "Principal, you are too worried. They only dare to make small moves, which shows that your intimidation power is still there. Don't panic, the problem is not big."

Dumbledore was a little annoyed when Hughes tried to evade him again and again.

how?

Is it that I, the White Devil, can no longer bear the knife?

Or is your Slytherin light gone?

"Give Harry a chance."

He did not use polite words and his tone was firm.

But Hughes was not false at all.

"No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dumbledore looked through his half-moon glasses with sharp eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Why not, give me a reason? Unless, you don't want to share the inherited magic at all, you just want to cultivate followers who are loyal to yourself."

Dumbledore was so narrow-minded and defensive.

Hughes smiled disdainfully.

"The school group is not my personal property. I will gradually expand it in the future, but I want to make it clear that we will only recruit gifted students."

Dumbledore instantly retorted: "Harry is very talented..."

Hughes was not weak and asked: "Where is the talent? Is it to be in the limelight, to be jealous, or to fly around on a broomstick?"

"No, you don't know. His soul is extraordinary. I can guarantee that he is very talented."

Of course Hughes knew what Dumbledore was referring to.

11 years ago, Avada chewed a big melon and rebounded, Voldemort's soul was broken into several pieces, and one piece got into Harry Potter's mind, so Harry showed a trace of Voldemort's talent.

For example, no one knows yet that Harry is a snake whisperer, and the Potter family does not have this ability.

In order to firmly interrupt Dumbledore's fantasy, Hughes decided to let out a little inside story.

He just heard him say a meaningful sentence, and he believed that Dumbledore would understand it.

"Haha! If it's not your own 'wisdom', how can you grow to it?"

Hughes emphasized the word wisdom.

When Dumbledore heard this, his eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.

"you know?"

Then he muttered to himself in a panic.

"No, no, no. How could you possibly know..."

Hughes waved his hand to interrupt Dumbledore's mad words.

"No matter what I know or what I don't know, I will give you a clear answer. I can help Voldemort, but with all due respect, Harry Potter... let's forget it!"

Hunting geese all day long, the geese pecked their eyes

Dumbledore felt that Hughes had repeatedly rejected him, and was very angry when someone discovered the core secret of the savior plan.

He stared at Hughes coldly and said, "I am the principal of Hogwarts. What if I say I am not allowed to have study groups?"

Hughes didn't talk nonsense. He aroused a powerful magic power and looked at him.

At the same time, the professors who were still in the castle suddenly stopped their movements and looked in a certain direction.

Snape thought thoughtfully, then sighed: "How could it have happened like this when I was gone?"

Even in Filch's dark office on the first floor, Mrs. Norris was frightened by this magic power and raised her back hair.

"What's wrong with you, Loris? Relax, relax..."

Dumbledore calmed down instantly.

Thinking back to the magic that Hughes used in the auditorium, its range could cover the entire Hogwarts.

At this time, he woke up.

Hughes is no longer the student who needed the school's protection before the summer vacation!

"What's going on? How can such a big change happen in just one summer vacation?"

Dumbledore couldn't figure out why Hughes was out of his control.

(System voice-over: "Three consecutive draws of ten, that's how domineering!")

He didn't understand, but he still needed to rely on Hughes to be his back-up against Voldemort, so he had to try his best to seal the gap created tonight.

"Okay! Since Harry can't get into your eyes, I won't force him anymore."

"Ah~"

"It's just Harry's fault that he doesn't know how to work hard."

Dumbledore feigned pity, then tried to appease Hughes.

"However, it doesn't matter if the conditions are strict. After all, inheriting magic also requires excellent students to inherit it. On this point, you are doing the right thing and I support you."

Finally, Dumbledore resorted to diversion.

"By the way, when will you start collecting Horcruxes? The privilege I gave you must not be wasted."

"If I don't take action for a long time, some professors will start to question my orders."

Hughes couldn't figure out why Dumbledore's thoughts were so jumping, so he could only find ways to deal with them.

"I don't know how many Horcruxes Voldemort has."

"However, based on the idea that he made the Ravenclaw diadem into a Horcrux, I speculate that he also made other founder's relics into Horcruxes."

"After I occasionally went out to investigate, my suspicion was confirmed to a certain extent."

"And I roughly know the whereabouts of a few Horcruxes, but I just haven't brought them back yet because I didn't want to alert them."

Dumbledore originally just wanted to change the subject, but who knew that Hughes was really investigating Horcruxes.

"Aren't you running a study group? What, do you really know the whereabouts of the Horcrux?"

"Principal, don't look at me as just a student, but I also have friends outside."

So what friends do you have? They are all familiar with the plot.So, Hughes started to grin.

But Dumbledore secretly kept an eye on it and prepared to take the time to inquire in private.

"Okay! I won't ask too much. Anyway, we'll see the result in the end."

"Let's stop here tonight!"

"I'm going to have a headache tomorrow~"

Hughes said a few words of relief, then stood up and left.

Third floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.

This is the most frequently used office item, and this year it temporarily belongs to Chilo.

Since each teacher has his or her own personal style, the place has a strong smell of garlic.

"I'm sick of this smell."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I ask Master to be patient a little longer just to cover up the smell on my body..."

There were two human-height mirrors on either side of Quirrell. Hearing the sound of disgust coming from the back of his head, he excitedly turned his head and apologized.

Voldemort, residing on the back of his head, apologized humbly to Quirrell, not caring.

This environment is at least much better than living in Albania.

Voldemort recalled his trembling soul hiding in the forest after his failure. If he hadn't met Quirrell by chance, he might not have been able to realize his wish in his life.

I only heard the question from the back of my head: "How is the investigation by Hughes Carter going?"

Quirrell became more respectful and humble.

"The Carlo brothers haven't replied yet. The information we know so far is similar to what was reported by the Daily Prophet..."

Voldemort would definitely be dissatisfied with such a result and would be furious.

"The charm magic that was put in place with so much effort was easily broken. Should I say that the kid is amazing, or is the magic of the succubus from hell just like that?"

"Do you know how much I promised in order to trade that magic with the Dark Council?"

"There are bastards like that who only eat and don't work. Aren't they just investigating a Muggle? Isn't that all that's needed?"

"Master, times have changed."

Quirrell subconsciously uttered: "And Carter is not a Muggle, he is a mixed-blood..."

"Ah~~~"

"Damn it, I know, you don't need to remind me. This time it's just a small punishment. Next time, don't interrupt me again."

"I was wrong, I was wrong. Please forgive me, master. I still want to help you get the magic stone."

"Just you? Haha, if I don't kick Dumbledore out of Hogwarts, I'm afraid you won't even dare to go to the sixth floor?"