Hogwarts players never admit defeat

This complacency only lasted until dinner time. During dinner, I discovered that Daniel had been avoiding his Cheng Zhenle and had a bad feeling.

Next, he heard the truth about Daniel's spiced version from Ron, who still maintained a specific program - a roasted chicken drumstick in each hand.

Facing the curious looks from Harry and Ron, Cheng Zhenle gritted her teeth and nodded, recognizing Daniel's version.

Harry, Ron, and everyone around him, including Hermione, were stunned.

Ron opened his mouth in shock and gave his evaluation: "You are such a good brother. Before you die, you thought about giving Daniel and the others a brother."

Harry nodded in agreement with Ron's words. Although he was the savior, he actually seemed to act as the peacemaker and link among the trio of Harry, Ron and Hermione most of the time. And positioning.

The only girl in their trio, Hermione, who was also present, had a different view.

"Smith, you are really a very responsible friend."

She looked at Cheng Zhenle with eyes full of approval.

In fact, Daniel's version was just an artistic reworking of what Cheng Zhenle said at the door of Potions class.

Added environmental descriptions, psychological descriptions and a large number of adjectives, and replaced the fan art that Cheng Zhenle said in his farewell before "fainting" that he did not understand with Cheng Zhenle's "last words" in which he still cares about their studies. .

Facing the glances from all directions on the long Gryffindor table, Cheng Zhenle looked at the senior sister who was talking to a Ravenclaw who kept looking at him and realized that he It seems to be famous in this strange way.

The grilled chicken legs that had a different flavor in front of me didn't seem so delicious anymore.

Mechanically chewing on the roasted chicken legs, Cheng Zhenle accepted the social life calmly.

"Smith, Professor McGonagall asked you to go to her office to find her later."

It's Prefect Percy who's in charge!

He was the only one who looked at Cheng Zhenle with approval in his eyes.

"Okay." Cheng Zhenle glanced at the curious eyes of the people around him, and immediately added: "I'll go now."

Professor McGonagall's office is located near the Transfiguration classroom, and the interior is very Gryffindor-like.

Many of the knick-knacks are the same as those in the common room.

But Professor McGonagall was not alone in the room. A familiar old man with a white beard was sitting on the fabric sofa to one side.

If Cheng Zhenle's memory was correct, then this was the principal, but he immediately became confused, why was the principal here?

How could he, an ordinary student, alert the principal when he fainted?

"Smith, sit down."

Professor McGonagall asked Chengzhenle to sit down with a calm look. This atmosphere of being surrounded by teachers made Chengzhenle feel a little nervous.

"Good boy, don't be nervous. Leo, let me call you that." Mr. Dumbledore, the principal, said soothingly with a smile.

"Of course." Cheng Zhenle relaxed his nervousness a little.

"Leo," Dumbledore looked at him, his eyes full of comfort and a smile, "I heard Minerva say that she was the one who sent you your admission letter. You have been at Hogwarts recently. Okay?"

Cheng Zhenle did not expect that this was all the principal asked, so she responded obediently: "Life at Hogwarts is great, Principal Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's eyes were still full of comfort, and he asked gently: "If you encounter something, you can tell me. I clearly know what naughty things children of this age will do."

Professor McGonagall on the side also said: "As long as you tell us, we will make the decision for you."

Her tone was much more serious.

As the person they were talking to, Cheng Zhenle was a little confused at this time.

What's going on here?

Did he think he was bullied and committed suicide in anger?Wait, it looks so familiar. Someone must have told a strange version in front of the professor.

For the sake of the innocence of his classmates, Cheng Zhenle quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, no, professor and principal, I think you have misunderstood. I was not bullied."

"So why did you faint last night? According to your roommates, you were saying goodbye to them before you fainted?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Cheng Zhenle had to take out the series of remarks he made in Potions class, and with the concerned eyes of Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore, he said bravely: "I don't know exactly how I fainted. When I felt dizzy, I thought I was going to die, so I said goodbye to my roommates."

Because he had already spoken once before, he spoke more smoothly this time, but I didn’t know if his expression could hide it.

"But-" Professor McGonagall still wanted to say something.

"Okay, Minerva," Professor Dumbledore interrupted her, then looked at Cheng Zhenle gently, and said to him as if she believed what he said: "By the way, Leo, you didn't eat your dinner. Now that you’re full, why not go to the kitchen and eat for a while? Today’s raspberry pie is delicious.”

Then Cheng Zhenle winked and smiled at him with hesitant eyes, "I think you know where the kitchen is."

Through this sentence, Cheng Zhenle confirmed his inner suspicion that the principal knew about him and his roommate's search for a kitchen.

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Cheng Zhenle quickly walked to the kitchen dejectedly. In the room he had just left, Professor McGonagall was talking to Principal Dumbledore about him.

"Why don't you let me continue asking?"

"Okay, Minerva, he said he was not bullied. As for the truth about fainting, if he doesn't want to tell you, don't ask him." Dumbledore took out the candy he found somewhere and stuffed it into his mouth.

Under McGonagall's disapproving look, Dumbledore stuffed another candy into his mouth and said, "Students also have the right to keep secrets they don't want to tell."