Lucius Malfoy stood there, beside Dumbledore's desk, furious. Beside him stood a trembling Dobby. Dumbledore, on the other hand, sat comfortably in his chair, leisurely brewing black tea for himself...... He didn't seem surprised at all to see Brandi and Hermione come in.

"Good morning, Barton, Granger. I'm still wondering when you're going to be here. He smiled, "It seems that Miss Granger's head is much brighter than I thought, at least in some ways." ”

"Professor, we're here to ask ......" Brandi was impatient to ask his question, but Mr. Malfoy was staring at him, and he really didn't know how to tell him tactfully about what he was going to become a women's clothing boss without a trace.

Fortunately, Mr. Malfoy interrupted him empathetically before he could finish his sentence.

"Maybe your parents didn't teach you to come first, Mr. Barton." He glanced coldly at Brandy, "I have some personal matters to discuss with Dumbledore, and you'd better get out of here before I'm angry." ”

"I don't think it's your turn to order us, Mr. Malfoy." Brandi said, "Professor Dumbledore is our headmaster, we'll just listen to him......"

A sudden roar interrupted his words.

"Oh, that's what I'm here for!"

Mr. Malfoy's eyes were filled with rage, and he glared at Brandy viciously. "The Board hasn't reinstated Dumbledore yet, he's not the Headmaster of Hogwarts yet!"

"Alright, Lucius, don't be angry."

Mr. Malfoy immediately turned his head away, his face cold and terrifying.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, as if to soothe a child who had been robbed of his candy. "I think I need to explain to you that just yesterday morning, after Amicus was taken to St. Mungo's rescue, the other eleven directors got in touch with me - to be honest, I was on vacation in France at that time, when owls flew in quick succession, but the whole town was in chaos, and even the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic fell from me like hailstones, scrambling to erase the memories of the Muggles. The directors told me about the pressure they were under, as if they had become public enemies of women as soon as Gildero's story came out. They wanted me to come back and clean up the mess right away, and they seemed to admit that I was a better fit for the job than Ammycus. ”

"However, we didn't have a board meeting to discuss the new Headmaster, Dumbledore." Mr. Malfoy tugged at his collar impatiently and said irritably. "I do not believe that a verbal request has any legal effect until it is published in writing."

As he said this, Hermione's body suddenly shuddered.

"Brandy!"

She whispered, her elbow quietly touching Brandy. "Listen to me, Dobby might want to ......"

Hermione leaned forward and whispered a few words into Brandi's ear...... From time to time, fingers were tweaking over Mr. Malfoy and Dobby.

………… Ha?

Brandi was stunned by this somewhat bold idea, and hesitantly pulled her wand out of her pocket under Hermione's prodding. "Isn't it...... Are you serious? If I make a show like this in the Headmaster's office, Professor Dumbledore might kill me! ”

"Oh, don't worry, just chant a spell into the air, and I'll take care of the rest." Hermione nodded cleanly. "As for communication, let me do it. However, I think as soon as we start acting, the professor should be able to understand what we are trying to do. ”

"But ......"

"How can there be so many problems, go quickly!" Impatiently, she reached out to Brandi's forehead and gently pushed him in the direction of the corner.

On the other side, Mr. Malfoy and Dumbledore's conversation continued.

“…… But what if they don't have a formal board meeting? ”

Mr. Malfoy's face was unnatural. "What do you mean by that, Dumbledore? Can I understand that you are accusing me of deliberately not attending the meeting? ”

Dumbledore waved his hand.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that...... I just got some weird and ridiculous information that the directors seem to think that you once threatened them with cursing their families if they didn't agree to suspend me as principal? Of course, I would never believe that Lucius would do such a brazen thing, would I? ”

Dumbledore's calm smile froze suddenly, and his curious gaze shifted imperceptibly from Mr. Malfoy's side and glanced behind him. Subsequently, he quickly returned to normal......

Mr. Malfoy, who had been told the truth by Dumbledore, fought back his anger and tried to maintain his expression, not noticing the latter's strange behavior just now.

"It's natural, Dumbledore. I'm not going to use this kind of tactics. He said dryly, squeezing out a smile. In fact, the main reason why the board of directors still doesn't agree to reinstate you is that until now, the culprit who opened the secret room has not been caught in the real sense of the word - although that Lockhart is boasting about the diary of a mysterious person who is the murderer of the secret room, but everyone knows that this is a joke, how can a diary run to the secret room with long legs and release the basilisk on its own? ”

He wiped the sweat from his head and reached out to unbutton the first button on his big hat.

"All in all, we must thoroughly identify the murderer this time - to see people alive, and to see corpses when dead. Otherwise, the school will be in a constant state of anxiety and fear, which is not good news for the school's reputation. ”

"I may need to refute you, Lucius. Gilderoy wasn't joking this time, the murderer was undoubtedly a diary, Voldemort's diary. ”

Hearing Voldemort's words, not only was it too hot indoors but he was also frightened by the name, Mr. Malfoy only felt more sweat coming out of his body.

"But what about the proof! That's what Minerva said last time, but she couldn't prove it, she said that the so-called diary had been destroyed during the fighting. Mr. Malfoy asked sarcastically. You don't think I'm going to take your word for it......"

Under his gaze, Dumbledore raised his hand, and he realized that the tip of Dumbledore's nose was also covered with beads of sweat.

"Hell, what are you doing in the room so hot?" Mr. Malfoy asked irrily.

"There's no way, I'm old, and I can't store calories in my body." Dumbledore grinned and reached out. "It's not March yet, old man, I have to keep warm......

Damn old man, this is clearly trying to drive me away.

Lucius held back the anger in his stomach and cursed in his heart.

At this moment, a heavenly voice came from his side.

"Mr. Malfoy, perhaps I can help you hang your coat on the hanger."

Lucius turned his head in confusion.

The mudblood, Hermione, was standing next to him, with an apt expression of timidity and reluctance on his face......

Looks like Dumbledore was just asking her to help him with his coat?

Considering that it was really undignified for a pure-blood family to let a mudblood serve him, he struggled a little inwardly, but it was as hot as a big stove, and he only felt that his whole body was going to be soaked with sweat. So he pretended to look at Hermione indifferently, and slowly took off the big coat, intending to hand it over to Hermione—but the latter cowered, and was not willing to reach out to take it!

And just as he was about to insult him, Dumbledore suddenly took out a black object, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"By the way, Lucius, this may be the evidence you've been obsessed with finding." Dumbledore said, lifting the thing up. "Minerva did think it had been destroyed at first, but yesterday the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic came and searched it meticulously, so they found it in a pile of rubble - luckily, I almost didn't seem to find any evidence to uncover the truth."

In the center of the little black book, there is a burnt round hole running through it.

"......I see," Lucius stabilized his mood, he felt a light in his hand, and the big that he handed into the air was followed by a pair of hands. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly to Dumbledore. "If that's the case, I don't seem to have the means to question it anymore. The Aurors must have checked this thing. ”

"I think so, but what's interesting is that after our investigation, we found out that this demagogic diary was originally first obtained by Mr. Barton, who is a Muggle. Thankfully, Mr. Patton didn't use it until it was stolen, but when it comes to it—how the hell did this thing get to Mr. Patton? According to him, the journal seems to have been caught in his spell book at first......"

Lucius stared at the journal and forced himself to speak.

"That's not something we can guess." He said unnaturally, trying to restrain himself from pulling out his wand. "Maybe someone did this on purpose, trying to damage the school's reputation through the secret room...... Probably guys from other magic schools. ”

"Well, maybe......" Dumbledore said with a smile. But overall, I think with this thing, I think my position as headmaster has been kept. ”

Lucius was stunned for a moment, his chest heaving violently, but in the end, he couldn't say a word of cruelty.

"That's right, Dumbledore." He restrained himself and turned away. "Then it's time for me to take my leave, Dobby, it's time to go!"

With that, he walked briskly towards the door. He unscrewed the door...... There was no sound of shredded footsteps behind him.

"Dobby? Do you hear me, hurry up! ”

No response. He turned around angrily—and then he froze.

Dobby stood next to a grinning Hermione, holding in his hand his thick coat, which was so big for it that most of its head was covered. But it didn't want to let go, and Dobby looked at it excitedly, as if it were a priceless treasure.

"The master gave Dobby an overcoat," it trembled with excitement, "the master gave Dobby the clothes!" Dobby caught! Dobby - Dobby is free! ”

On the other side, in the corner of the wall that has been overlooked. Brandi was sweating profusely, her wand shaking, a circle of undetectable lines of fire that radiated a compelling warmth into the room.