It was almost two days before everyone understood what Dumbledore had said to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Vio had just been discharged from the hospital and was in the last row of the library, accompanied by Hermione, with a group of Gryffindor students who had made an appointment to review together, asking each other multiple-choice questions about herbalism.

They restrained the sound of their discussion and even made sure that it was at least close to the "buzzing" of flies, so that everyone was startled when Mrs. Pince appeared before them again with a feather duster in hand.

Neville stammered and explained that he hadn't taken Riffel (Neville's pet toad) in his pocket to the library again, and Mrs. Lepins just waved her feather duster impatiently, and then glanced sternly at them one by one, "Who's Virgo Santril?" Professor McGonagall was waiting for her outside the library. Get out right away. ”

Vio and Hermione glanced at each other, and then Vio followed Mrs. Pince away with some trepidation.

She almost subconsciously held her breath and sucked out of the library, and saw Professor McGonagall standing under the papyrus carved column on the porch, and Vio was almost running past Mrs. Pince's feather duster, which stressed her a lot.

"Reviewing your homework, Miss Santriel?" Professor McGonagall asked gently.

Vio nodded, "Professor, you're looking for me?"

"It's not me, it's the principal. Professor McGonagall replied briefly, "Come with me, your parents should be too." ”

She didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked in front, as if hinting that the principal's office would know everything, so Vio didn't ask much.

They turned a corner, went downstairs again, and stood in front of a gigantic stone monster that was so ugly.

"Chilled strawberry juice. Professor McGonagall said.

VIO had been in the principal's office before, so he knew it was a password.

The monster came to life and jumped to the side, the wall behind it cracking in half, revealing a spiral staircase that rose slowly like a plant growing.

As soon as Vio and Professor McGonagall stepped on, the wall slammed and closed behind them like the last time.

They spun and rose as if they were on an escalator, until they came to a gleaming oak door, which Professor McGonagall held on the sphin-shaped brass knocker and opened.

As soon as VIO stepped into the principal's office, he noticed that nothing had changed. It was still the same beautiful and spacious round room as last time, and the walls were covered with portraits of many of Hogwarts' former headmasters, who made realistic purr sounds in the frames, but occasionally opened their eyelids and stole to look at the visitors.

Then, sure enough, she saw Mr. and Mrs. Santriel. Both ignored her. Only Dumbledore smiled kindly at her.

After listening for a while, Vio roughly understood what had happened.

The Santrill couple were discussing with Dumbledore about the VIO transfer, and they were holding a letter of admission for the next semester from Beauxbatons, a French school of witchcraft and wizardry, which was said to have been obtained by Sigoness on a special trip back to the French Ministry of Magic to do something there.

Seeing Dumbledore nodding his head frequently, as if he was about to sign the transfer consent form, Vio wanted to be able to express his opinion that he did not want to transfer.

But Madame Santrill told her to be quiet, or else Dobby would come and take her away.

She changed her previous image of a little woman who snuggled up to her husband most of the time and became very domineering. Vio had no choice but to sit in the armchair next to him at Dumbledore's beckoning and wait for the final result.

The Sorting Hat moved around the table next to her, as if eager to say something to her unobtrusively. Vio tilted his head to the hat.

"What do you think of Hogwarts?" asked the hat softly.

"Not bad. Vio replied ambiguously, she hadn't thought much of that kind of question. Anyway, it wasn't her choice to come here in the first place, and she had never seen the school's notice. If it was the real Santriel, she might have said so.

"It's that simple?" Hat, visibly unconvinced, "do you know what the gentleman and the lady just said?

Despite this, VIO subconsciously glanced at Dumbledore Newga, who was sitting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window and listening carefully to the Santrill couple's explanation of the reasons for the transfer, after all, another magical person was locked up.

At this moment, a soft, ethereal cry sounded, and suddenly a beautiful bird with feathers as bright red as flames appeared on Dumbledore's shoulder, and its long tail feathers hung lightly on Dumbledore's arm, which contrasted sharply with the old man's long silver beard.

"Oh, please pause for a moment, Fox may have some important information to tell us. Dumbledore said.

Fawkes looked at him affectionately, and spat out a flame in which a letter floated and Dumbledore took it.

With an expected smile, he handed the letter to the Santrielles, telling them not to open it for a moment, and then he pressed the button for some reason, and Professor McGonagall appeared in the door again, this time followed by Professor Snape and Mr. Malfoy.

Due to the increase in numbers, the number of high-backed armchairs immediately became significant, and Vio stood up, ready to give up his chair, but Dumbledore only flicked his wand, and several beautiful chairs appeared beside her.

Mr. and Mrs. Santrill handed him the letter, and Vio took the opportunity to see the envelope of the letter, stamped with a large and beautiful "W" stamp on it, which looked like an official letter.

"W"? Which organization would it be? vio didn't think about it for a while.

Professor Snape's expression changed subtly when he received the letter, and instead of sitting down, he paced to the door, away from them, and lingered near the gilded perch where Fawkes was now perched.

Vio stared at him for a moment, but apart from the slight surprise at first, the professor's expression didn't change much.

Mr. Malfoy looked very bad, and sat down in a hurry to say hello to the Santriels, without even thanking Dumbledore.

"Yes!" Mr. Malfoy said, staring at Dumbledore with cold eyes, "You're back." The Board of Directors suspended you, but you returned to Hogwarts on your own initiative. (To be continued.) )