HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

For a moment Dumbledore saw panic in Snape's eyes.After a while, the Potions Professor calmed down, and his face became very bad because of a certain possibility that he thought of.As if thinking of something, he didn't listen carefully to Draco Malfoy's words, left the four without a word, turned around and strode away.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore looked away from where Snape left, and smiled slightly at the terrified students, "Don't worry, gentlemen, your Headmaster will investigate this matter. "

As he said that, he looked at the mud on the bodies of several students—they were probably frightened, and they might have fallen a few times on the road, and even their hair was covered with some mud.

"I think you'd better go back to your own academy to sort it out—there aren't many people in the school now." He said calmly.The three little Slytherins also calmed down now, and returned to their usual appearance.

Hearing this, the blond boy, who was trying to maintain a reserved and proud expression, couldn't hold it any longer, a flush of embarrassment appeared on his face, and he ran back without even having time to say hello.

Dumbledore, who was left alone in the garden, smiled helplessly, and had to continue his walk alone.

Although he didn't pay too much attention to the follow-up of this incident, Dumbledore can somewhat infer some endings from the fact that Harry was not punished and Snape's attitude towards Lupine became worse.However, he didn't spend too much energy on these small conflicts - the two professors are already adults, and they should have enough sense to deal with conflicts.

Naturally, unavoidably, the Potions professor came to his ear again and spoke ill of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.But he always encountered such a situation once or twice a year-Dumbledore felt that unless the Potions Professor got his coveted position of Defense Against the Dark Arts one day, this situation would probably continue forever .

Time passed by so unhurriedly, as if it was just a blink of an eye, and the final exam at Hogwarts came.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore didn't need to worry about the arrangement of the exams. His right-hand assistant, Professor McGonagall, arranged everything in an orderly manner early on.And all he needs to do is to entertain the Ministry of Magic party who came to the school on the last day of the exam.

Two other people came with Fudge. According to the Minister of Magic, they were representatives from the Commission for Execution of Dangerous Creatures. One of them was tall and burly, with a large shiny ax in his belt. He was obviously arranged to execute Buckby. Gram's executioner.

Listening to Fudge complaining that he had to be a witness to witness the execution of the Hippogriff because he was going to Hogwarts to check on Black's situation, Dumbledore smiled politely: "Come on, Connelly , at least discuss whether you need to take over this unpleasant mission after the result of the appeal is in - let's focus on those dementors sent by the Ministry of Magic first?"

Without giving Fudge time to answer, Dumbledore continued: "I think you should be able to see from the letter I wrote to you before that the dementors have caused far more harm to the students than after Black broke into the school. The damage done—they repeatedly tried to get close to my students, I think you know what that means, Connelly?"

Fudge took the teacup Dumbledore handed over, took a sip nervously, and cleared his throat.

"I think there must be some misunderstanding, Albus," he said. "Perhaps those students did something to confuse the dementors? You know, their intelligence is not particularly outstanding, but the dementors Not going to kiss the students, you can rest assured that they are all under the control of the Ministry of Magic."

Dumbledore frowned, but soon relaxed.He glanced at Fudge, who was unwilling to let Hogwarts out of control: "Anyway, I don't think dementors are suitable for being placed in Hogwarts. Connelly, we need to consider the needs of the students —Depriving children of their joy is a rather inhuman act.”

Fudge was silent for a moment - he could probably guess what the other party was thinking, nothing more than considering that the children of some Ministry of Magic officials also went to Hogwarts - such as a certain little gentleman who was scratched.

But Dumbledore doesn't care about all the considerations in Fudge's mind. All he needs to do is to find a way to ensure that those dementors will not appear in Hogwarts again in the next school year-even though the Ministry of Magic has repeatedly assured him that dementors Monsters would never harm students' lives, but the events of this semester have shown that they will not follow the Ministry of Magic's orders 100%.The elderly are not willing to gamble on the possibility of accidents. You must know that some spiritual injuries are far more unbearable than physical injuries.

The matter about the dementors hadn't had time to discuss a result, and the representative from the Committee for Execution of Dangerous Creatures couldn't wait to interrupt them.

The burly man with the black beard had been stroking the edge of the ax he wore at the back during their conversation, apparently impatient to complete his mission as the execution time approached. , I couldn't help urging.

For a moment, Fudge's expression took on some displeasure at having been provoked by authority.

"Is the time almost up?" Dumbledore asked a little surprised, standing up from his chair, "I hope you don't mind taking me with you - I promised my beloved pet who was about to lose his teacher, and promised I'd be there for him—you know, there's always a need for comfort in sad times."

"Of course no problem." Glaring at McNeil secretly, Fudge answered first, and also stood up.

Hagrid opened the door for them.He was obviously very sad for Buckbeak who was about to lose his life, and even seeing his most respected Professor Dumbledore didn't cheer him up much.

Dumbledore let several people from the Ministry of Magic into the cabin first.He patted the arm of the half-giant behind the back of several people with a comforting mood.

"Thank you, Professor," said Hagrid in a low voice.

The old man shook his head. "I'm sorry I couldn't help, Hagrid." He looked into the cabin, and Hagrid closed the door behind him.

Executioner McNeil was watching the innocent life that was about to be killed by the window at this time. He seemed to have an unusual enthusiasm for this job, but Fudge called him back.

"We have to read the official execution notice to you, Hagrid." Fudge said to the pale Hagrid and McNeil who couldn't wait in the room.

"I'll read it faster, and then you and McNeil will have to sign." He unfolded the tight rolls of parchment, "McNeil, you have to listen too, this is the procedure—"

The bulky executioner drew back reluctantly.

Dumbledore averted his gaze from the few people in the room.Whether it's the heartbroken Hagrid, or the officials from the Ministry of Magic who are about to execute an innocent life, he doesn't want to watch any more.

He turned his gaze to the corner of the room, and was stunned for a moment—a broken milk jug was scattered in Hagrid's dustpan, with wet milk still on it, as if it had just been broken.

At this moment, Fudge had already started asking Hagrid to sign the execution notice, and the half-giant was in a trance, his hands shaking uncomfortably—he couldn't imagine that Hagrid would still be interested in making milk tea under such circumstances.

He stood up, put his hands on the professor of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts as if to comfort Hagrid, and glanced out the window without a trace.

"Please wait, McNeill." He stopped the executioner who was impatiently walking towards the back door, and calmly said under the displeasure of the other party's gaze: "You also have to sign."

Fudge seemed to have just reacted: "Yes, McNeill, you want to sign too."

They watched as the tall executioner impatiently signed the paper.Dumbledore comforted Hagrid softly, and then they walked out through the back door together.

There was a silence.Two officers from the Commission on the Extermination of Dangerous Creatures froze at the back door.

"Where is it?" said the little wizened old commissioner in his shrill voice, "where is that monster?"

"It was chained here just now!" McNeill said angrily. "I saw it! Right here!"

Dumbledore came out from behind several people and glanced at the already empty pumpkin patch: "That's really weird." He said, with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Pick!" Compared to Dumbledore, Hagrid didn't hide his surprise at all, he sobbed excitedly, "It's gone! It's gone! God bless the little eagle's beak, it's gone! It must have broken free! Piccolo, you clever boy!"

McNeill was so angry that he threw his ax into the bushes that served as the fence: "Someone untied the rope! Search this place! And the woods—"

But no one is willing to waste this effort with him.

"McNeill, if Buckbeak was really stolen, do you think the thief would walk with him?" Dumbledore said calmly, still sounding with a hint of a smile in his voice, "If you want to search, you have to search." Sky... Hagrid, I'd like a cup of tea, or maybe a tall glass of brandy." He turned to the overjoyed Hagrid.

"When—of course, Professor," said Hagrid, his voice changing with joy, "come in, come in..."

Dumbledore leered at him from behind half-moon lenses with smiling blue eyes, and followed the excited half-giant into the room with three Ministry of Magic officials behind him.

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1551 This chapter has 2333333 words... The professor made a scene in the first paragraph [-]

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Part [-] is finally coming to an end!happy!

The next chapter ends the third part!

I can finally write a love line! ! ! !Excited! ! !

These two are so slow that I have no enthusiasm! ! ! ! [I don’t know if there are little angels who can see the change in feelings, anyway, I think... if there is, there is nothing]

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Read the introduction again, the short story...I'm sorry for you hhhhhh【by the dregs who never have the ability to write short stories】

Exam today!wish me good grades wwww

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