"What's wrong, Headmaster Dumbledore."

In the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor of the castle, Professor McGonagall, who was talking to Dumbledore, keenly noticed that at that moment, Dumbledore's eyes were a little dazed.

He just seemed to be wandering?

"It's nothing, Minerva, I didn't get a good night's rest last night." Coming to his senses, Dumbledore looked back at Professor McGonagall across the desk.

"Anything else to say, Minerva?" His voice was as amiable as ever, as if it had this kind of magic that could make people involuntarily calm down.

"Actually, I do have one more thing to say. That's about Defense Against the Dark Arts class and the regular wizard exam, and the ultimate wizard exam. ”

At this point, Professor McGonagall paused and looked at Dumbledore again, apparently worried that Dumbledore would not be able to hear what she was about to say because he was distracted.

"Please continue, I'm listening, Minerva."

"While I agree with your educational philosophy, I also believe that our priority should be to instill in our students the spirit of Hogwarts.

But not everyone's first thought is about the ethereal thing like the spirit, Headmaster.

When the Ministry of Magic and other magical companies come to Hogwarts to recruit, the most important thing is the students' grades.

Defence Against the Dark Arts is a very important indicator. At this point, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, and she still couldn't figure out Dumbledore's rhetoric.

"You're still unhappy that I hired Lockhart, are you, Minerva?"

"Of course, I'm not happy that you've used such a parallel trade as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. But you're the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I can't interfere with the decisions you make.

Maybe you hired Lockhart for something I don't know about, but I can't tolerate students abandoning their studies.

I've heard that Philius is already working on the Ravenclaw students who are about to take the general wizarding exam and the ultimate wizarding exam.

I also intend to do the same, and run a teaching program in Gryffindor that is also aimed at these students. ”

"Of course, Minerva. Although I would like to see that the students can learn this knowledge independently and independently, just like William. Dumbledore's words sounded like they meant something else.

"Not everyone is as obsessed with magic as William, and that kid will be farther in magic than all of us." Hearing Dumbledore mention William, Professor McGonagall had a smile of relief on her face.

"Even the man who can't name himself doesn't show such talent and achievement at this age."

"Yes, he's good, but with more talent comes ambition, Minerva.

I'm really worried that he's gone astray, and I'm afraid no one will be able to stop him at that time. Dumbledore's words concealed concerns about the future.

He seems to be too pessimistic about William's future, always thinking about the worst.

"I think that kid is good, Headmaster, you seem to be thinking too complicated." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, as if she was going to be on William's side today.

"He has real friends and a perfect family, and that alone is completely different from that person.

What's more, he has been learning from me about the Animagus, and I can feel that he is not a hypocrite. ”

"The world is more complicated than you think, Minerva. We can never decide where the future goes. ”

"Say whatever you want." Professor McGonagall took the initiative to put an end to this pointless argument, and as usual, neither of them was fully convinced.

"I have one more thing to do today, about the small stove taught by our deans, I think you should come and give a few lessons to the students.

After all, when it comes to Defence Against the Dark Arts, you're clearly more of a voice. ”

"I haven't taught in a formal way for years, and it's hard for me to devote myself to teaching." Dumbledore politely declined Professor McGonagall's request.

Indeed, as he said, there was so much to deal with after defeating Grindelwald and becoming the greatest White Wizard of the century.

“………… As you know, Cornelly comes to me for almost everything these days. I'll seriously consider your suggestion, though, Minerva. ”

"Yes, Headmaster. I would still suggest you think about it, students are eager for you to give them some useful knowledge.

If nothing else, I'll take my leave, and I need to prepare a lesson plan for next week's lesson. ”

With that, Professor McGonagall stood up, nodded to Dumbledore, and turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

"Why did you get distracted, Dumbledore?" After Professor McGonagall left, the portrait of Phineas Nigelles Black behind Dumbledore asked, somewhat puzzled.

"I just sensed something interesting." Dumbledore waved his hand, and the strange silverware on the slender leg desk swirled into clouds of silver smoke.

Seeing this scene, the other headmaster portraits also crowded to the portrait where Phineas was, which was the best place to see the excitement, and the portrait was placed in a high position, not blocked by Dumbledore's body.

"Okay, okay, don't squeeze, Dipet, don't lean on me, I don't like men!" Felias grumbled as he pushed Dumbledore's previous headmaster, Armando Duppert, aside.

The two of them came from opposite colleges, and they rarely looked at each other.

"You like men! Your whole family loves it! Principal Dippert shot back fiercely.

"You say it again?" With a wave of his hand, Phineus' nose crooked off, he drew his wand from under his robes.

They often get into fights over small things, which are about to become a repertoire in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

"Don't make any noise, just focus on the screen." Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, an unknown headmaster interrupted the argument, and then the group of unscrupulous old fellows looked together in the direction of Dumbledore's desk.

Then they saw as the rising silver mist gradually transformed into a microscopic map of Hogwarts, floating like a projection above the office, on the eighth floor of the castle.

William and Nick were down the hallway to the eighth floor of the castle.