Hogwarts time travel

In the Hogwarts auditorium in the early morning, students lined up and entered along the door of the auditorium. The prefects of each house stood aside, looking at the students with serious expressions, holding notebooks in their hands, and recording from time to time What.

The students were silent about this group of prefects, and none of them dared to breathe.

Professor McGonagall looked at the students and the prefect silently, with a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Still thinking about points?" Professor Sprout, the herbal medicine professor, walked to Professor McGonagall and said softly.

"Ah, yes." Professor McGonagall woke up like a dream, and looked at Professor Sprout, "I always feel that this model... is very unhealthy."

"How can there be a completely healthy system in the world? There are only relatively healthy ones, that's all." Professor Sprout said.

"You don't understand what I mean," Professor McGonagall frowned deeper, "I never expected a completely healthy system, I just want these children to have a relatively gentle school life, and their school days should not Spending too much impetuousness and anxiety, the size of a person's achievements should not be measured by cold points."

"Dumbledore didn't use points to determine a person's future. He just wanted to use resources reasonably. The average resource distribution in the past was too unfair to those gifted children, so that an excellent magic master could only Is it fair to be a teller in Diagon Alley?" Professor Sprout asked.

Professor McGonagall looked at Sprout fixedly: "Are you a lobbyist sent by Dumbledore?"

"It's just that I can't see you getting angry with Dumbledore. He is really under a lot of pressure now and needs you to stand by his side." Professor Sprout said with a sigh.

Professor McGonagall was about to speak when a Frisbee flew past her eyes.

Spike Frisbee!

How dare someone play with such a dangerous prohibited item in front of Professor McGonagall in the auditorium during the day? !

Two reckless figures ran out of the crowd, looked around blankly, saw the frisbee spinning faster and faster in mid-air, and shouted happily.

"Success! We succeeded!"

"What did you succeed in?!" Percy came out sullenly, grabbing one in each hand, "I'm going to tell Mom...you're finished..."

As he spoke, he pulled the Weasley twins out of the auditorium, but was blocked back by a Slytherin prefect calmly.

"How many points should they be deducted for using prohibited items in the corridor?" Slytherin's prefect said with a half-smile.

Percy's face was gloomy, he was going to continue the lesson

Percy was about to speak, but Professor McGonagall had already walked behind him, causing him to shrink his head unconsciously.

"What about the stuff?" asked Professor McGonagall.

The Slytherin prefect was stunned for a moment, and pointed to the Frisbee that was still spinning violently in the sky.

"The Frisbee is coming!" Professor McGonagall waved his wand, the Frisbee struggled twice, and reluctantly fell into the hands of the professor.

Looking carefully at the Frisbee in his hand, Professor McGonagall was surprised to find that the outer edge of the Frisbee did not have the dangerous design of a mace blade, but was replaced by a circle of soft rubber. There was a groove in the center of the Frisbee, which seemed to be able to put something.

"What's this?" Professor McGonagall asked the Weasley twins, his tone never soft.

"Uh..." Gemini looked at each other, feeling a little strange, but they answered honestly, "It's a Frisbee."

"Oh, it's a Frisbee." Professor McGonagall nodded seriously, then suddenly turned to Percy and asked, "Is there a rule in the school rules that you can't play Frisbee in the corridor?"

Percy was taken aback for a moment, and the next moment he shuddered. Is Professor McGonagall defending them?

Are you dreaming?

But he didn't stay in a daze for too long, he came to his senses in the next second, and shook his head again and again, "There is no rule, no."

"Then it's not a violation of school rules." Professor McGonagall stroked the frisbee, gently placed it on the palms of the Weasley twins, and stroked the hair of the two red hairs, saying something encouraging.

"You two would make great... er... toymakers," said Professor McGonagall, after a moment's thought.

The Weasley twins took the frisbee with question marks in their minds. They were all ready for the point deduction, and transferred the points to Ginny in advance. Didn't expect that the points were not deducted?

They have always been opponents of this point system, and expressed their opposition through a lot of pranks. They didn't expect that Professor McGonagall, the supporter of this system in their mind, would actually help them?

Is this a dream?

They were still in a daze until they got back to the dormitory.

On the other side, Professor McGonagall calmly left the corridor amidst the eyes of the students looking at each other, and Professor Sprout followed quickly.

"Minerva, are you serious?"

Professor Sprout could see clearly that now McGonagall planned to use practical actions to oppose Dumbledore's system.

Why did ordinary frisbees not count as prohibited items? How did Filch collect the pile of frisbees in Filch's office?

In the final analysis, it was just taking advantage of the word game, harmless, but it showed the separation between McGonagall and Dumbledore.

Is Hogwarts facing a schism?

Professor Sprout looked a little unhappy.

Professor McGonagall walked in the direction of the principal's office, and Professor Sprout followed suit with hesitation.

The stone beast at the door of the principal's office was still standing there coldly, and seemed a little indifferent to Professor McGonagall's arrival.

"I want to see Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said firmly.

"Dumbledore is receiving guests," said the stone beast.

"I can wait," said McGonagall.

The stone beast was silent, and it didn't expect Professor McGonagall to be so determined.

After a long time, the stone beast jumped aside, revealing the upward ladder behind it.

Professor Sprout hesitated for a while, but in the end she didn't follow up, because she felt that she was not very suitable for following up. The ideological dispute between the vice-principal and the principal could not justify her support. It is better to stay away, so as not to hurt herself. .

On the other side, Professor McGonagall knocked on the door knocker of the principal's office.

"Come in." Dumbledore's old and tired voice sounded from behind the door.

Professor McGonagall's heart softened, and Dumbledore was probably under a lot of pressure. Isn't it too cruel to force him like this?

But on second thought, maybe it would be better for him to let Dumbledore give up this crazy idea.

Strengthening his will, Professor McGonagall pushed open the door and saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, with a tall figure sitting opposite him, which made Professor McGonagall feel inexplicably familiar.

look familiar?

The man turned his head and waved to Professor McGonagall with a smile, "Long time no see, Dean."

It's Loya!

Professor McGonagall felt as if he had been separated for two years, but the boy in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes.