HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

A sunny afternoon.The professors of Hogwarts sat around Professor Sprout's office, chatting with each other happily.Even Dumbledore, who has been on the verge of nothing this semester, appeared at the table—it can be said that, except for Umbridge, almost all the professors gathered here.Naturally, no one wants to invite the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, who is a dangerous person who will spoil all the refreshments on their table.

As usual, Dumbledore was surrounded by all the professors sitting in the middle like stars - he didn't particularly care about such an honor, but it was obvious that the professors were used to such a seat.The old man's eyes shone happily, and he glanced from Professor McGonagall beside him to Professor Snape sitting in the shadow of the curtain, and laughed as if thinking of some anecdote.

"Minerva," he said with a smile, "I heard that the Gryffindor players worked very hard. I guess they are very confident of winning the next game?"

"Yes—I exempted them from homework, so that the children can have more time to practice," Professor McGonagall blushed a little, "after all, as soon as you enter the office, you can see the Quidditch cup on the table. It's become a habit for me on the bookshelf—"

The next Quidditch team was a match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Although the two deans showed that they didn't care about the outcome on the surface, they secretly hoped that their side would win.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Snape turned his gaze immediately.He didn't waive homework as blatantly as Professor McGonagall, but Slytherin always got the reserved use of the Quidditch pitch from him in time, and the time was so intensive that Gryffindor almost couldn't do it. place to practice.

He showed a provocative smirk: "I think it's a bit too early, Professor McGonagall."

"If this year's Quidditch Cup were to be moved to the dungeon, I would definitely feel extremely guilty for taking away the glory of Gryffindor." He said slowly, holding Professor Sprout I took a sip of the brewed coffee.

"If that's the case," Professor Flitwick interjected enthusiastically, "it would be very difficult for Severus to get rid of the habit of seeing the House Cup in his office—after Harry Potter came to Hogwarts Slytherin won the House Cup for seven consecutive years before this."

Snape's sallow cheeks flushed suddenly, and he pouted a little resentfully: "If it weren't for Potter, Slytherin would be the house with the highest score every semester!"

Dumbledore looked at the professors joking with each other with a smile on his face, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Yes, Severus has made a huge contribution to helping Slytherin win the house cup every year," Sprout helped them refill their drinks, teasing Snape kindly about the various houses. Discriminatory behavior, "Fortunately, a Potter came, otherwise I would probably see a green hall at the end of every semester-what is the difference between that and staying in my greenhouse?"

The professors burst into laughter, only Snape gave a 'hum' half-ashamed and half-dissatisfied.Watching them laugh for a while, the corners of the professor's mouth in a black robe couldn't help but curl up, and a light and relaxed smile flashed in his eyes.

But the professors can't enjoy the pleasant afternoon tea time for long.Although it's the weekend, because there is an extra Umbridge in the school who wants to stick his eyes behind them and spy on them from time to time, in order not to let her say that they are collectively plotting something bad (this is really a kind of funny ridiculous suspicion), they had to stand up after drinking the last drink in their hands, and left Professor Sprout's office one after another.

"Goodbye, Pomona." Dumbledore stood up and smiled slightly at the herbal medicine professor. "Thank you for your hospitality. The pastries are delicious."

"Ah, goodbye," Professor Sprout smiled. "Are you going out anytime soon?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "I'm going to rest at school for a few days. I can almost feel my old bones protesting against me when I'm out these days."

"Why don't you ask Severus to make some potions?" she suggested, "He will be more than happy to help."

The old man blinked his eyes in surprise: "But he must also be happy to laugh at me when dispensing the medicine. I have a restless heart that doesn't match my age." He smiled and said, "Thank you for your suggestion." ,I will think about it."

"You have to admit, Albus," said Professor Sprout, "that Severus is telling the truth, and as annoying as it sounds, he's a nice boy."

"Of course, I know." There was a light smile in Dumbledore's blue eyes. "Severus is a very, very nice man, even though the look on his face often says otherwise."

Dumbledore was indeed a little tired. Although he always acted as energetic as a centenarian, the long hours of running around and exhausting his energy to track down Voldemort's secrets still overwhelmed his energy.Therefore, although he returned to Hogwarts, not many people knew of Dumbledore's return except the professors who attended the tea party that day, and Umbridge was naturally included among these people who did not know the news.

In fact, it is precisely because Dumbledore has been away from Hogwarts for so long that Umbridge dares to try more and more blatantly to make the school her own—naturally, Fudge, as Minister of Magic, is behind the scenes. A lot of strength.

In just a few short days, the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, which was used by the professors to tease each other before, was over, and Umbridge also successfully canceled it with her No. Harry and the Weasley twins were disqualified from the Quidditch match - because they couldn't resist fighting Malfoy at his provocation.

This made Professor McGonagall very angry.In her opinion, Potter and the Weasley brothers did not do the right thing, but they are not to be punished so severely. I went to find Dumbledore once, and this time it was indeed a few boys who were too impulsive and made a mistake, and they couldn't justly go to Dumbledore to cancel Umbridge's punishment for a while.

Naturally, the strength of the Gryffindor team was greatly affected by this, and the Quidditch Cup would definitely be lost.

Before Professor McGonagall's annoyance completely dissipated, something happened to Harry—this kid was such a troublemaker.

When the elderly dean was woken up in a panic by the students of his own college in the middle of the night, he felt a headache and was helpless.But Potter's problems are often not ordinary problems - Hearing Neville say that Potter had a headache in the middle of the night, McGonagall quickly recalled what Dumbledore had mentioned about Potter's scars sometimes - that's not What ordinary scars.She put on her dressing gown and followed Neville to the Gryffindor tower.

Soon, she heard the boy who woke up from the pain in the middle of the night say something absurd - he said that he dreamed that Arthur Weasley, who was thousands of miles away, was bitten by a snake.