[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Dumbledore has been acting weird recently, who knows what he's doing."

Amidst the discussions, a sharp voice suddenly came out from the crowd.Professor McGonagall frowned, and asked sternly, "Who? Who said that?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, look at each other, no one admits.

Professor McGonagall scanned the audience suspiciously, and there seemed to be no trace of the familiar faces she had been with for a long time.She let out a breath and let go of the sentence.

But her interest suddenly dropped, she knew that the rumors in the Daily Prophet that Dumbledore was an old lunatic and an old fool were very popular among Hogwarts students, and not many students thought that the Dark Lord was real. After all, the wizarding world is really peaceful on the surface; but she did not expect that even among the Hogwarts staff, among those colleagues who have been with Dumbledore the longest and have the highest trust, there may be There are doubts about him.

Professor McGonagall shook his head slightly, waved away the frustration in his heart, cheered up, and said: "The headmaster's office is closed, either the headmaster himself did it, or Hogwarts thinks that we should have a new headmaster... ..."

She pursed her lips and continued: "Let's just think that Albus has something to close the principal's office."

Facing the slightly suspicious eyes of the audience, Professor McGonagall bit the bullet and continued: "From now on, everyone must remain vigilant and exchange any news in time."

The brief meeting ended in a hurry, and Professor McGonagall walked out of the conference room first with his usual tough posture, straightening his back.

For some reason, Trelawney saw some bluff in her back.She lowered her head, pushed her glasses, and the omens of the tarot cards seemed to be unfolded before her eyes again.

Her voice was soft, almost like the whisper of a mosquito: "If..."

"What?" Professor Flitwick asked loudly, thinking he was speaking to him.

"..." Facing the eyes of the surrounding teachers who looked over because of these words, Trelawney pulled the big scarf on her shoulders uneasily, "Disaster, misfortune, the omen of the Tarot cards..."

She was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey.The lady from the school hospital said sharply: "I don't believe in your mysterious and messy things, don't come here to disturb people's hearts."

"In times of crisis, what we need is unity," the senior school doctor lady scanned the crowd, "it's trust, not doubts."

After speaking, she strode away.

Trelawney closed her mouth, her eyes were slightly distracted, as if she was looking at some unknown future, but she didn't say anything, just left the meeting room with the flow of people.

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Meanwhile, the Death Eater estate in London.

Harry, who knew nothing, was happily opening Sherlock Holmes' letter.Irony with Sherlock has almost become one of his daily routines, how do you say it?Joking is good for your health, right?

Sherlock wrote in his latest letter:

"Watson blogged about my case-solving story and it got a lot of attention. It seemed like I had become an internet celebrity detective, and they called me a 'hat detective'. I started to suffer from reputation problems, and I traveled I will always be besieged by the media, and it will bring more and more b commissions. God, the pursuit of the media makes me feel very troublesome, who wants such an honor."

Harry clicked his tongue a few times deep in his heart. What he said, he looked very dissatisfied on the surface, but in fact he was showing off almost overflowing the letter paper.

He rolled his eyes wide - rolling his eyes after reading Sherlock's letter is one of his daily routines - he took a piece of letter paper and began to write a reply:

"You became popular too fast. There was no trace when we met last time..."

At this point, Harry stopped writing.Ink condensed on the tip of the quill pen, dripping down.Harry frowned slightly, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, his premonition was calling the police to him, it seemed that he had missed some very important news.

Harry put down his quill and looked back at the two sentences he had just written. His eyes wandered between those short words, and finally stopped on the three words "too fast".

He hesitated for a moment, but continued to write on the letter paper: "The media will not suddenly promote a person for no reason, be careful of the possible pushers behind it. The promotion is also a very effective method. I think, you are so smart, Maybe realize something?"

Watching Hedwig fly away with his reply letter, the ominous premonition still lingered in his heart, Harry frowned, always felt that there was something wrong with Sherlock's letter.But recently, he always feels all kinds of things are wrong, and he is almost annoyed by this feeling.

"Harry?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Harry turned around in response, and saw the Dark Lord standing at the door with a smile, his long hair was a little messy, with traces of long-distance travel, and there were faint, inconspicuous dark circles under his eyes. Obviously just got back from work.

In an instant, all those things that were wrong were gone, Harry's eyes began to light up, and he greeted him happily: "You're back!"

Half complaining and half excited, Harry hugged the Dark Lord's arm, and began to mutter: "It's really hard to see you these days."

The Dark Lord patted Harry's head, leaned closer and pressed a kiss on his forehead, and then walked into the room with Harry: "The busy things are finally over, and I miss you so much all of a sudden."

"Isn't things particularly complicated in Europe?" Harry asked understandingly.

"There is one thing." The Dark Lord nodded, and pulled Harry to sit down at the desk. "The situation in each country is different. I always have to sit in Europe and deal with it in time."

His eyes roved over the scar on Harry's forehead, then looked away.He looked at Harry apologetically, and said in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, Harry, it seems that I still have to be busy in Europe for a while, and I haven't had time to accompany you recently. Are you bored?"

"Well," Harry stuck out his tongue cutely, "it's a little bit, but you have so much homework assigned, you can't take it easy!"

The Dark Lord laughed, and his gaze swept across Harry's desk, across the piles of magic books, and saw an unopened letter, signed Will Graham on the envelope: "You Answering your new friend?"

"Yes," Harry picked up the letter on the table casually, and opened the envelope while speaking, "I just finished reading Sherlock's letter, and I haven't had time to open Will's letter yet."

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "What are you talking about?"

Harry pulled the letter paper out of the envelope, glanced at it, and paid attention to the general content: "Will is sharing with me a case he encountered recently, oh, he said that his hallucinations have become more and more serious recently, I'm really worried about him..."

"Oh..." The Dark Lord pondered for a while, "Harry, you know, I've been really busy recently, and I don't have time to accompany you. Do you want to... go to America? Meet your new friends?"

"Can you?" Harry raised his head in surprise, "Will did invite me to America before! I haven't been to America yet!"

"Of course." The Dark Lord couldn't help but patted Harry's head again. "There will be a lot of turmoil in Europe recently, and I'm worried that it will affect you. Go to the United States to have fun!"

The Dark Lord's actions were very efficient. He had just agreed that Harry could go to the United States to play, and everything was ready the next day.

He led Harry to the fireplace where the international Floo network was activated, and reluctantly brought Harry the amulet, and told Harry: "There is a branch of the Burster family in the United States near Baltimore. If you have anything to do, you can contact me. They, remember to keep the contact information. In addition, the arrival point is a small magical manor, very close to Baltimore. This is the house of the Burst family, and it is well protected. Violetta Burst is waiting for you there .He will protect you on weekdays, and you stay there at night, don’t wander around. The fireplace in the house is connected to the international Floo network, which leads directly to the Death Eater’s manor. Remember to contact me at ordinary times and come back when you have something, you know?”

"I know, I know," Harry responded casually, he couldn't wait to play, he hadn't been to America yet!Reluctantly pulling his mind back from the distant America, Harry made a face at the Dark Lord, "Don't worry, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, and—"

He waved his wand playfully, and added: "Don't forget, I have the best tutor in the world, and I

Be able to protect yourself! "

The Dark Lord laughed along with Harry.He gently pulled Harry's hair back, revealing the scar on his forehead.

Staring at the scar, the Dark Lord was still a little worried, he frowned and adjusted the position of the amulet for Harry, "This amulet is a rare and exquisite product, don't take it off your body, carry it with you, understand? "

"Understood, understood," Harry agreed, he glanced at the blazing fireplace, and looked at the Dark Lord expectantly, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Can't wait to play, huh?" The Dark Lord was amused by Harry's urgent little expression, he flicked Harry's forehead, and sighed, "Go, go, good journey."

On the contrary, Harry felt a little embarrassed. He moved closer to the Dark Lord and gave him a hot kiss.Lip parting, Harry hesitated, and said shyly, "Thank you for your preparation, sir. I will miss you. So, goodbye?"

"Goodbye." The Dark Lord said goodbye to Harry, shaking his head with a smile. "Have fun."

Powder from the floo net was thrown into the flames, and the green flames roared up and then disappeared in a flash, engulfing Harry's figure.

The Dark Lord stared at the burning fireplace for a while, the smile on his lips fading away.The shadow reflected by the flame flickered on his face, bright and dark, showing an unpredictable look.