readx; Chapter 495: Dumbledore with insomnia

"Their response is very flat, but I don't think those who bully the weak and afraid of the hard will dare to refuse your arrangement. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Then there's the giant thing, we plan to arrange for Hagrid to be an envoy, but he's been making trouble these days, and he only listens to Dumbledore. But for two days, Dumbledore couldn't be contacted. ”

"Didn't Dumbledore leave the Headmaster's office?" asked George calmly.

Not only did he never leave the Headmaster's office, but he also changed the spell that guarded the statue so that no one could see him. If it weren't for the house-elves, knowing that food was delivered to the Headmaster's office every day, we would have thought Dumbledore had left the school. ”

Fudge frowned and said in annoyance, "The teachers also have a lot of complaints about his plans, why he resurrected Voldemort, and what else he did before. Everyone was waiting for him to give an explanation. ”

George pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I should go see him too, it's going to be a holiday soon, and we should know everything before the holiday."

As for Hagrid's affairs, he also needs to deal with it himself, this is his proposal, Hagrid has been listening to him, and he should not stand by at this time.

With that, George and Fudge made their way to the principal's office.

Five minutes later, they made their way to the empty hallway in front of the headmaster's office, where they also saw a familiar man, Snape.

He had a gloomy face, his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the hallway, his hair was messy, his greasy hair was worse than ever, his gloomy face was a mixture of anger and resentment, and his dark circles under his eyes matched his pale face, which looked like a walking ghost.

Fudge whispered in George's ear, "Snape has been here for the past few days since he woke up, and he's angrier than anyone else, and wants to know everything. ”

Seeing that Snape had no intention of getting out of the way, George raised his wand and gently clicked, and a crisp bell rang from the tip of his wand to the stone wall behind the monster. The sound permeated the stone walls, echoing continuously.

After a short while, with a booming sound, the stone wall opened, and a fiery red flame bird flew down the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore's voice came out, and he said in a calm tone, "Severus, I need to talk to George alone, and I'll tell you everything." ”

Snape glared at the bird with a fierce look of rage in his eyes. Then, under George's gaze, he silently stepped aside and got out of the way.

George turned back to Fudge and said, "If you have anything else to do, then go back first, we don't know how long we'll talk." ”

Fudge shook his head busily and said, "It's okay, I'll just wait here, these things are the most important things." ”

The monster in the hallway came to life and jumped aside. George walked down the hallway and up the spiral staircase. The spiral staircase slowly moved upwards like an escalator, and with a bang behind it, the wall closed again.

At the top of the staircase, stepping up the stone staircase, the gleaming wooden door was a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

The door creaked open, and Dumbledore opened it in his pyjamas, his sleepy eyes saying, "I was still sleeping." ”

He said lightly, "It's been a hard few days, I haven't had insomnia like this in years." ”

He scratched his messy silver hair with his hands and yawned as he walked towards his office. At this time, Dumbledore, like a lazy old man, couldn't see at all that this was the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world. It is even more obvious that he has been criticized by the entire wizarding world in the past few days.

George looked at the furnishings in his office, it was his first time in the principal's office.

It's a spacious, beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of funny little sounds. On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares, spinning and belching small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of the old headmasters, all of whom look condescendingly at the unexpected visitor in their frames.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the desk sat a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat that was used for every sorting ceremony.

"Look at it, it's pretty good here, I think the Headmaster of Hogwarts will soon be you. This will be your office from now on, will you like this style?" said Dumbledore calmly, like a retired Headmaster doing the handover ceremony.

George shook his head and said, "No, there's no way I'm going to hang so many portraits in my office. If I had to do that, I'd replace all the portraits with portraits of beautiful women. ”

He couldn't stand it, and he was watched by a group of shriveled and thin elderly people anytime and anywhere. It's hard for not only him, but any normal person to accept such a scene.

He didn't know how the Headmasters of Hogwarts had come over the years, or if they were already old and old when they became Headmasters?

George's words caused the portraits to explode in an instant, and one after another, the wizened, withered old headmasters shouted at him in a sharp voice.

"How dare you talk like that? We are the Headmasters of Hogwarts. We represent the tradition of the school, we represent the heritage of the school, we are the history of the school, we are the culture of the school. ”

"We are the inheritance of the school, we represent the honor of the school, we represent everything about the school, how dare you speak to us like that. This rebellious stinky boy, you crazy rebellious stinky student. ”

The portraits yelled at George in anger, venting their anger.

George stretched out his fingers and plucked his ears, and said in an extremely impatient voice, "Enough is enough." ”

He pointed to the portraits and said disapprerovingly, "You're nothing, you're just a bunch of useless portraits." You're of no use for anything, except for spending time with a useless old man every day, and the only fun you have left is probably dozing off every day, right?"

"Compared to other portraits hanging in the school," he said, "they were able to look at the students every day and see what the school was like." What do you do every day? The memories of the day, the memories of being a headmaster that have long since ceased to exist. ”

"If no one reminds you, maybe you can't even remember your name, right?" Or do you need to listen to Dumbledore tell you bedtime stories every day to be able to sleep?"

(To be continued.) )