Halfway through breakfast, the army of owls arrived. A small note also reached Gail's hand in the busyness of everyone looking down at the mail.

Looking at the words "Dumbledore's body" on the note, Gale pursed his lips and slipped the note to Severus. When Seaver took it, he saw that it read, "How about ten in the morning?" Vanilla milk tea is a great drink. ”

"I guess it's for last night." Gail shoved the bacon into his mouth and lowered the fork.

As the Headmaster, and the mastermind behind Remus's enrollment and the dangers of the Full Moon transformation, Gale could be sure that Dumbledore was absolutely aware of the fact that they had gone to the Screaming Shack together last night. Based on this, Gale glanced at Remus's different mental state from the previous one, and felt that Dumbledore must have been able to guess what they had done last night.

"Do you want to tell the truth?" Severus wiped the note out of sight and looked sideways at Gail's face. His eyes were right on Gail's ears next to his neat short hair, and he thoughtless of the cat ears he had encountered that day, and felt a little hot at the root of his ears.

Gale glanced at Travers, who was listening to their conversation with his ears pricked up, and didn't shy away at all: "Tell you the truth, it's glory." Maybe it could be the most glorious thing the house has ever done in Slytherin, rather than relying on the reputation of the ancestors. ”

With a "squeak", Travers' fork slammed across the plate, making a screeching sound. Some of the people in the neighborhood also had a bad face, but strangely, all of them quickly controlled their feelings.

But it is clear that they accused themselves of good manners, but they still did not agree with Gale's words. Now, a seventh-grader, presumably named Brown or Brownie, said, "Pardon my rudeness, Chief ......."

"If you know it's rude, you shouldn't open your mouth." Gail said idly, directly interrupting the other party's words. Although he had finished his breakfast, he didn't plan to waste the rest of his time listening to others say uncomfortable things, "I know what you want to say, it's nothing more than that Voldemort's current achievements should be worthy of Slytherin's pride, right?" ”

The first half of the Slytherin table fell silent because of Gail's words, and some of them gasped violently when they heard Gale call Voldemort's name, as if they were going to pass out at any moment.

Brown pursed his lips and said nothing, while Gale smiled indifferently and glanced around the students near him before speaking at an extremely slow pace: "I'm assuming that Voldemort is at most fifty years old this year. I don't know what I'd be like when I'm fifty, but it's clear that during Voldemort's schooling—oh, I think you'd be able to imagine, he should have been a Slytherin student too—there wasn't anything world-famous about Slytherin or anything that pushed the wizarding world forward. At best, I guess, he's just a student with better grades. Clearly, Severus was much better than the man who was complacent about the glory of his ancestors. ”

"That Excellency never flaunted his pedigree, Chief. Please do not speculate and slander the reputation of His Excellency. Another person who Gael's unfamiliar mouth opened his mouth and caught the omission in Gael's words.

"Slytherin is best known for his Parseltongue, and every time he says Parseltongue in public, he is silently reminding you of his bloodline." Severus said with a cold face, "Shoddy means, a bunch of fools. ”

Severus's last two sentences, the first half of which are about Voldemort's inferior methods, and the second half of the sentence are saying that anyone who surrenders to such inferior means is a fool. Such a sharp shot immediately made those who were originally blue-faced blushing again.

Some of them quickly adjusted their mentality and withdrew their gaze to continue with the breakfast they had not yet eaten, while others looked at Gale and Severus with unconcealed hatred, as if they were their own enemies.

Slughorn didn't care about himself, as if he was completely unaware of the dark tide of his academy's students. He's lost a lot of weight lately because of his depression, but that hasn't made him look any more energetic. On the contrary, because of the weight loss, the folds on his face have become more, and the loose skin makes him look very old and haggard.

Professor McGonagall also noticed the situation at the Slytherin table, but because the matter did not break out, and Professor McGonagall was not a Slytherin administrator, she did not intervene. As for Dumbledore, who had been smiling, it was estimated that everyone present could not guess why he was silent on this matter.

At ten o'clock in the morning, ten minutes after the start of the second period, Gail and Severus visited the principal's office again.

"My kid, would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore gestured to the couch, motioning for Gale and Severus to sit on their own.

"Black tea and milk, thank you."

According to the house-elves in the kitchen lately, Mr. Headmaster's sweet eating condition seems to have entered a period of remission and has improved. Except for some very sweet desserts when I am busy, the taste tends to be normal at other times. Because of this, Gail dared to drink in the headmaster's room, otherwise he was not sure if his throat would be spoiled by sugar.

"Do you want pickled candy?" Dumbledore enthusiastically recommended a classic, German sweet wrapped in honey to Gail, and didn't seem to be trying to hide anything.

Gail was bloodied in his heart by this silent but lethal show of affection skills, and he let out a "hehe" and did not answer.

Severus glanced at Dumbledore with a bit of a strange look, thinking that he seemed to have found something, but pursed his lips and said nothing.

In fact, Dumbledore called them, and it was not a big deal. First of all, I asked about Remus's transformation last night and Severus's role in it.

"I misjudged the strength of the werewolf transformation virus, and most people are more accustomed to oral potions than direct injections into the human body, so the potion must be strengthened......" Severus was not surprised by the results of last night. He injected Remus with potions several times, and it was only at the critical point that he barely managed to control Remus's transformation. It may have been a miracle in the eyes of Ciris and James, but for Severus, it wasn't a success, and he had to continue to improve.

Dumbledore nodded, somewhat understanding what Severus meant—after all, he also had some seniority in potions, even though he wasn't a master.

"The other thing, then, is about Gail. May I ask, what happened this morning? Dumbledore turned to Gale after encouraging Severus.

It has to be said that Gail is a good boy, he is talented and hardworking, has a loving heart, knows what is right and what is wrong and works hard for it. But sometimes he always does something according to his mood, which makes Dumbledore sometimes helpless, although this is the passion and stubbornness that is unique to young people.

Gale grinned at Dumbledore's blue eyes hidden behind the round lenses, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Headmaster, in fact, your relationship with Voldemort is still a layer of paper and you have torn your face, and with the help of Mr. Grindelwald, you should have begun to encroach on the interests of the family, right?" ”

"Yes." Dumbledore didn't deny it at all. You must know that whether it is an ordinary person or a wizard, fighting a war is actually a very money-burning thing. In one way, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were working to destroy Voldemort's power structure from the ground up.

"I don't think I should force my classmates who are just stupid in their hearts to fight Voldemort's camp, so I'm going to start a moral education at Slytherin House. It was just a simple smacking of them this morning, nothing. Gale spoke his mind and didn't feel anything out of place.

In fact, he felt that the Slytherin students were in some ways just as stubborn and hot-blooded as Gryffindor. If he was just an ordinary Slytherin student, it would have been a shame that he and Severus had "strayed" into the Central Hall, saw the portraits of the four founders, and became friends with them.

As a result, Gale, who has a special affection for Hogwarts, feels that he really can't accept that the final reputation of Slytherin House will become a bad thing, or that the impression that "Slytherin = bad guys" will spread widely.

For this, although Salazar is Godric's lover, Godric is still a little surprised: "You are my blood descendant!" Of course, Godric just called two vents to vent, not that he had any mustard in his heart.

Dumbledore's smile was as kind as ever, he clasped his hands on his knees, and muttered a little before he spoke in a tone that spoke to a friend: "Gail, your ideas are good, but if your ideological education only means arguing with them about Voldemort's good or bad, then I have to say that it is a wasted effort." Teenagers always stubbornly believe that they are right, and they can never listen to the advice of others. I guess you have something else in mind, right? ”

Gail nodded hurriedly. He's not stupid, how can he not know that adolescent children are a bit rebellious? I did that this morning, on the one hand, to vent the anger that I had been holding back, after all, it was because of Voldemort that the entire British wizarding community was broken.

You know, he finally found such a place where even the air is full of energy, but he can't practice with peace of mind, but he has to worry about chaos or something at any time, it's really annoying! There are also those diehards who are obviously defeated by their subordinates, but they are still unwilling, which makes Gail even more upset. A verbal blow to them—it didn't seem to happen, Gail thought, but at least their day started with an uncomfortable start, and it was better than nothing—and that was Gail's little revenge. Gail Green's magical life

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