The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

Except for Dumbledore, all the other professors are here. Snape is sitting next to Dumbledore's seat with a gloomy look on his face. Lockhart is chattering to Barbling, who has a light in her eyes. She "appeared" to be very interested. When Ricardo glanced at her, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, which made Ricardo feel like he was being seen through.

Flitwick glanced at Ricardo, and then his eyes widened.

"Merlin's beard, why do I feel like you...you seem so different from before you went back?"

He remembered that before Christmas, Ricardo still exuded a strange persistence, a feeling of insisting on something and pursuing something.That kind of persistence seems a little bit pathological to him, as if if he can't get it, it will become his lifelong obsession.

In his eyes, being obsessed is not necessarily a good thing, especially when you don't get what you want.In the end, obsession is likely to become a person's lifelong inner demon - this is a word taught to him by an Indian friend.

As a professor, Flitwick knew the dividing line between obsession and persistence, and because of this, he was full of worries about Ricardo's behavior.

Ricardo Silva has almost reached the dividing line and is tentatively trying to walk towards that path full of obsession.That road was full of thorns, which would make him bleed, but he was so happy with them, persistently and painfully heading towards the extreme that should not exist.

But now... Ricardo seems to have come out on his own?

That's something to celebrate - right?Flitwick felt very relieved, but still felt a little strange.

Is it really so easy to get rid of something that a person is obsessed with?Can you really watch it alone?

"Maybe," Ricardo said noncommittally, "After all, I have basically mastered what I can master..."

Basically, all the experiments in that book were carried out and basically understood. The magic pattern breakthrough was also pointed out by Nico Flamel. His current task basically came to an end, and now he is naturally relaxed.

"Maybe...may Merlin protect you."

Flitwick whispered.

"By the way, did anything happen this Christmas?" Ricardo felt a little uncomfortable, took a bite of steak, and changed the subject.

"Recently? Nothing seems to have happened - right!"

Flitwick suddenly knocked on the table to signal him to lower his head, and then whispered in his ear: "I recently saw that Lucius Malfoy - the father of the Slytherin boy - ran to Headmaster Dumbledore's office, and then ran out angrily, as if he had been mocked!".[-]

"Also," he suddenly looked around and then said with a smile, "During the period of time you have been studying, Dumbledore seems to be full of opinions on Severus - look at Slytherin's score! "

Ricardo looked up and couldn't help being surprised: "Merlin's beard - the lowest one in the four houses is Slytherin? The highest one - is Gryffindor? What kind of magical unfolding is this?"

"Obviously, Dumbledore favored the little lions," Flitwick said, looking like he was watching a show. "I don't know why, but this year's headmaster is particularly harsh on Slytherin, especially these few nights. , he simply didn't sleep to find the Slytherin Night Walker, and then handed it over to Severus triumphantly, deducting Slytherin points in front of him - Severus was so angry that Got it!"

"In addition, he often sat in on Potions classes and demanded fairness at all times, even when Severus yelled, 'This class will be taught by you, Boo... Albus Dumbledore.' , he directly waved his hand and shouted that everyone was dismissed from class!"

Ricardo imagined Snape's mood at that time, and couldn't help but mourn for three seconds, and then laughed.

"But what does this have to do with Gryffindor's point deduction? At least, Gryffindor shouldn't be number one, right?"

"Well, well...since the headmaster took over the night patrol, no Gryffindor has been caught wandering at night - can you understand what this means? And there is another Gryffindor named Hermione ·Granger’s little girl, this girl’s answering speed is ridiculously fast - you know, she can quickly add points without deducting points, Gryffindor’s points - well, I can only say that she understands everything .”

Ricardo nodded and smiled meaningfully.

"This is really a big deal - I mean, it's unbelievable - well, how could the headmaster, who has always been 'fair', cover up for Gryffindor? Filius, please allow me to explain to you Just rub salt in the wound." He said the word "fair" hard.

"Oh, you want to ask me how I feel now?" Flitwick's eyes were sly, "Actually, this thing is not a big deal. For me, this academy score cannot prove whether my students are excellent or not. ——If the excellence of Ravenclaw needs scores to prove, then it is not Ravenclaw. It cannot add an amount to my end-of-month salary, let alone add any tools to my office. How do I get this high score? What are you doing?"

Valley</span>The two of them looked at each other for a long time. Suddenly, Ricardo grinned, and at the same time, Flitwick also laughed.

"You know that's not what I'm asking, Filius."

"Of course I know." Flitwick took a sip of tea.

"So...?" Ricardo tilted his head.

"But smart people wouldn't say it."

"But the Riddler deserves a beating."

"Well," Flitwick shrugged, "there's no need to talk about things we all know, right?"

Ricardo nodded. Sure enough, something seemed to have happened to Dumbledore. It was very likely that he had not come to school a few times this semester.

The person who warned him not to get too addicted before was probably Dumbledore; but the person he met during that encounter before Christmas was probably not Dumbledore himself.

So, where did Dumbledore go?

All the professors should have guessed it - Severus should have been informed - even some students must have known -

From this we can only draw one conclusion: Dumbledore believed in Severus Snape.

Okay, there’s nothing worth analyzing next, just—

"Just, Filius, do you think Dumbledore will come before the duel?" Ricardo asked.

"Before the duel?"

"Before the duel." Ricardo said calmly.

Flitwick's eyebrows furrowed, but he quickly let go and stared blankly at Ricardo.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

After a long time, Flitwick burst into laughter:

"It's really yours, Ricardo! I originally thought it was a performance arranged by that guy and Dumbledore, but it turned out to be a trial between you and him! No wonder the location is the Quidditch pitch!"

"It's just an attempt," Ricardo replied calmly, "If you don't touch the mountain, you don't know how high it is. I just want to see the gap between myself and the highest."

Flitwick gradually stopped laughing because of the young man's clear eyes.

That look was full of confidence and determination, vaguely carrying the unique high spirits of that age.

"It is indeed necessary to strengthen now..." he mused, "Judging from Dumbledore's own character, he will respect every opponent who challenges him, but..."