readx;? Chapter 653 The Burning Wizard of Passion

"Dolores, Umbridge!" George whispered the name, "this person must be an opponent of the opposition behind it." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What about Horace?" Harry asked curiously.

George recalled, "Horace-Slughorn had a good reputation, he was a clever and careful man. He likes to be in the company of the strong, but he will not take the initiative to steal the limelight, and his character will not take the initiative to stand opposite me. ”

"Are you going to stop those people from talking about this?"

Hermione looked at the growing wave of opposition on the other side, and there was some uneasiness in her tone, and in this situation, almost no one could stand up and speak out in support of George.

Her doubts and objections just now were immediately suppressed by the other party in the form of buttoning her hat, and now the entire bar is completely against George becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Why stop? isn't that interesting?" said George, with an understatement on his face, observing the performance of the naysayers.

"But their opposition will affect your desire to become the Headmaster of Hogwarts!" reminded Hermione in a whisper.

George smiled and said softly, "If their momentum is really big enough to change my mind, I'll be happy to see this." ”

Hermione looked at George with a puzzled expression, not trying to understand what medicine was sold in his gourd.

George didn't explain much, and in his opinion, any change requires actual action. Those wizards don't mind changing their minds if they can come up with actions and enlightenment that are enough to make him change his mind.

Neither the game, nor the future of the entire wizarding world, can be turned into a one-man show for him. He was happy to see new powers in the wizarding world, and he was happy to see changes in the wizarding world, even if those changes were not so good. He also had the faith to bring that strength to the ditch where he needed it.

The worst thing is precisely the disregard of no one else, and it is not fun to push the entire wizarding world forward by one person.

Old John said loudly, "We are not against the great Mr. George Soros, but we need to be responsible for our children and our descendants." Our children, our juniors, deserve a better education and a more competent principal. ”

He waved his hand and said excitedly, "We can't just sit by, we can't sit idly by. What we need is not silent silence, what we need is a positive response from the Hogwarts Board of Directors. ”

He repeated impassionedly, "The Hogwarts Board of Directors should listen to the voices of the inhabitants of the wizarding world, and not lazily throw all the burdens on the great George Soros." ”

"At such an important moment, the great Mr. George Soros deserves more quiet time while he focuses on improving his strength. ”

At this time, Old John was like an indomitable fighter, his eyes were burning with a raging fighting spirit, and his heart was shining with the brilliance of justice. It was simply the most glorious moment of his life, and everyone supported and approved of him.

The others waved their arms and responded enthusiastically to Old John, and they said loudly, "It's a matter for all of us, it's about our children, it's about our descendants." ”

A strong sense of responsibility, a strong sense of mission, haunted the hearts of those wizards. At this moment, they seem to be heart-to-heart, holding hands, working together for the same thing, the same idea.

John Sr. exclaimed, "It doesn't matter if the Hogwarts Board really cares about the future of wizarding or not. But we must care about the future of the wizarding world, and it seems to us that at this moment, the headmaster of Hogwarts needs an authority with a lot of experience in education. ”

"That's right. The others loudly agreed, "The Headmaster of Hogwarts needs an authority with a lot of experience in education. ”

"Maybe we should take the students' opinions into account?" said Walker, Jr. suggested, somewhat humbly.

As a young wizard who had not been graduating long ago, he also had a very good impression of George. Think about it, a student younger than him, a junior he had ever seen at school, not only became the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, but would soon be the headmaster of Hogwarts.

The thought of this made him excited, and he couldn't help but want to see his classmates and become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Or a great young wizard who is more representative of the future of the students. Little Walker suggested to the others.

No one cared about what little Walker said gregariously, they couldn't see him, they couldn't hear what he said.

They pushed little Walker aside and squeezed him from the bar to the middle of the bar.

They greeted each other cordially, they talked warmly, they talked about the importance of Hogwarts, they talked about the great mission they had on their shoulders.

Everyone seemed in high spirits and eager to try. They are surrounded by a sense of mission with a heavy responsibility on their shoulders, and a sense of responsibility that determines history makes them feel happy.

At this moment, they are no longer ordinary wizards, they are ordinary wizards who determine the future of the wizarding world, they are with the great figures of history, they have honor.

"The Hogwarts School Board, we have to listen to us, the headmaster of the school, it should be up to us to decide. The Headmaster of Hogwarts needs an authority with rich experience in education, like..."

"It's like .....," said Old John, for example, and he was so excited that he forgot the name of the candidate for principal.

Everyone else looked nervously and expectantly at Old John, who was at this moment deciding the future and history of the wizarding world. They are deciding, for more than a thousand years, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Old John turned his mind anxiously, desperately recalling, what is the name of the principal candidate?

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his whole person became restless.

In the eyes of others, the burden of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and the heavy sense of mission have made Old John a little breathless. They immediately felt the same way, and only felt that the whole bar seemed stuffy and irritable. It's like a scorching summer afternoon, with a humid, steaming heat wave surrounding them.

They held their breath and did not dare to gasp loudly, and they looked at Old John with expectant eyes, wanting to hear him say a headmaster who would make everyone feel that everyone was looking forward to him.

(To be continued.) )

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