HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

After Dumbledore came to find Snape that time, Hogwarts was calm for a month.

This somewhat relieved the nervous students—they discussed privately, thinking that the so-called heir of Slytherin might have noticed that it had attracted too much attention and decided to give up.

Naturally, Snape didn't dare to take such chances.On the contrary, the calmer the weather, the more uneasy he felt, but Dumbledore just casually comforted him and asked him to "wait patiently".This feeling of helplessness made Snape extremely irritable.

And in this case, a cute new co-worker who thinks he should take credit for the monster's disappearance becomes even more unbearable.

……

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Snape!"

The two people who were discussing something in a low voice stopped, and Dumbledore turned around: "Is there anything, Gilderoy?" He asked gently.

The man with the blond curly hair gave a knowing smile and a thoughtful wink: "Well, Mr. Principal, I have planned a wonderful little activity to inspire the students - oh, I guess Miller The baby must have told you, right?"

There was a smile in the old man's blue eyes: "Yes, Minerva already mentioned it to me."

Snape snorted softly beside - mentioned?More or less complained.

Dumbledore ignored the Potions professor beside him: "Indeed, morale boosting-I think this is what we need now. Then, look forward to your arrangement, Gilderoy."

"Of course, of course, I won't let everyone down."

Snape didn't think Gilderoy Lockhart could do any good at all, but he wouldn't question Dumbledore face to face—however, he had to wait for only himself and Dumbledore to do it.

So he glared at the other party secretly, reached out and took Dumbledore's arm.The old man nodded to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, turned around and continued to discuss with Snape in a low voice.

……

When NO.14 had breakfast in February, everyone knew what method Lockhart used to boost morale.

When Snape reached the Great Hall, he thought he had gone through the wrong door.

The entrance was bright pink, and most of the professors had already arrived, and they were conjuring large pink flowers on the wall under Lockhart's command.

Professor McGonagall put on a tense face, but for the sake of his colleagues, he didn't refuse. The other professors didn't care much about arranging the auditorium, and they were sitting on the side at the moment.Professor Flitwick was turning the sky light blue, as arranged by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, with some colorful heart-shaped confetti falling down.

"Yes, that's right, this is perfect!" Lockhart jumped up and down excitedly, and when he saw Snape walking in, he cried out happily: "Oh! Professor Snape! You came just in time! Wait a minute You have a very important role to play! I know you must be extremely honored!"

Snape's footsteps paused, his gaze was slashed at the other party, and he walked to the professor's chair with a livid face and sat down.

Dumbledore was the only one on the professor's seat with a happy expression, and seemed to like the atmosphere very much.Seeing Snape's ugly face, he blinked happily at him.

Snape saw with his own eyes that the pattern on the back of Dumbledore's chair was silently changed by him to be the same as the big pink flower on the wall.

Soon, the arrangement of the auditorium was completed, and the footsteps of the students rang out in the corridor one after another.

"Oh, oh! My dear students will soon see the little surprise I have prepared for them!" said Lockhart cheerfully in his pink robes. "But let's start with a good breakfast. , what do you think?"

At this moment, an owl flew from the window and stopped in front of Dumbledore with the letter.

The old man took down the letter and glanced at it, stood up, nodded apologetically to his colleagues, and hurried away without even eating breakfast.

After such a meal, almost all the professors were tortured, but once they showed their intention to leave, a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would give full play to his talent for chattering, and it was annoying.Finally, when the breakfast was almost over, even Mrs. Sprout, who was always good-tempered, looked bored.

"Everyone, Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart seemed to be finally satisfied with the attention of the students, stood up and said loudly.He began to gleefully introduce everyone to the 'little surprise' he had arranged - the so-called friendly little Cupid with a greeting card.

Snape heard Professor Sprout groan under his breath: "I thought this unpalatable breakfast was over."

However, Lockhart didn't find the dislike of his colleagues at all: "I believe my colleagues are willing to actively participate! Why don't you ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make ecstasy/soul/drugs! If you are interested , Professor Flitwick is more proficient in enchanting magic than any wizard I have ever seen, that cunning old dog!"

The Potions Professor's entire face was already blue, and he exuded a menacing aura.Professor McGonagall, who was sitting between the two named professors, looked at the two colleagues, sympathetically reached out and patted the back of the little Professor Charms who had buried his face in his hands.

Not to mention how annoying the professors are to the dwarfs who keep barging into the classroom and interrupting the class all day, even Dumbledore, who missed breakfast, was not spared in the end-as the 'greatest white wizard' ', his followers are numerous.

It happened when the professors complained to Mr. President about the 'bad behavior' of the new colleagues.

With a bang, someone didn't know who opened the door to the principal's office for the little dwarf, and let him rush in with little golden wings and a harp.

"Here is a love poem for the soundtrack to convey to Mr. Albus Dumbledore." The dwarf said sullenly.

The professors who were dissatisfied and complained in a low voice suddenly stopped in surprise, and turned their eyes to Dumbledore who seemed to be interested.

Seeing this, the old man pursed his lips and laughed: "Oh—I didn't expect that there was a kid who wanted to tell me on this special day." He relaxed and said politely, "Then, please tell me." ,gentlemen."

The dwarf glanced at him, and seemed to give up the idea of ​​climbing up to sit on the old man's lap, and stood still and plucked his little harp.

"He shines brightly, and guides us on our way;

I love his gentlemanly attitude, as if walking out of a fairy tale;

Her white beard and hair are like clouds in the sky;

I hope he is happy and well, and will always be our dear principal. "

Dumbledore applauded lightly with a smile on his face, with a grateful look on his face: "I'm very-very touched." The old man stepped forward and shook the dwarf's hand.

"Thank you for your message, sir."

The author has something to say:

Hey, actually, when I wrote the message to Dumbledore, I thought about being a spoof... But I still let go of the principal, and my serious writing style

I really love the principal, oh, the principal is indeed my ideal type.

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