From when Owen was away, carrying out his righteous cause.

On the other side, on the eighth floor.

The brass door in the shape of a griffin slowly opens.

What caught my eye was a pot of blooming roses on the table.

With the blessing of magic, the delicate buds of the roses drip with droplets.

It's like a silent cry.

The Sorting Hat and Gryffinddorf were placed in a cupboard next to the Meditation Basin.

And Professor Dumbledore—he was hunched on the bookcase, Tom's journal on one side and two letters in his hand.

Judging from the material of the letter, it was never sent by the same person.

One was parchment, which was common in college, and the other was a type of Muggle paper.

"Well—your old lover has sent you another letter?" At this time, in the principal's office, a thin wizard with straight hair, a black robe, and an indifferent face walked in.

His voice was inexplicably more hateful.

I don't know if I'm angry with someone's heart.

"Here you are, Severus!" Dumbledore naturally put everything in his hand aside, and even a few Muggle fantasy "The Lord of the Rings", "The Hobbit" and "Elven Diamond" were piled up in the corner of the bookcase.

Then he picked up a glass of pear juice from his desk, moistened his throat, and continued, "How did you deal with the basilisk's corpse?" ”

"The inventory has been completed, precious magic materials." At the mention of the basilisk, the genius potions master's face changed for the better.

He was able to promise Dumbledore to play this boring game because he had left the basilisk to his own devices.

"That's good."

"Would you like some candy?" Dumbledore smiled as he sat in a chair covered with soft purple cushions embroidered with stars.

"Dumbledore!"

"All right, Severus! Take it easy. The old headmaster was still smiling, you know, just now, in the letter Owen had sent him, but he swore that Snape had refused to give additional magical instruction to the young wizards of the other houses.

How to create a clique within Slytherin.

even tried to overthrow his position, become the principal himself, etc.

In short, Dumbledore had never seen such a hodgepodge of lies, fabrications, speciousness, and gossip in all his years of coaching.

From a literary point of view alone, his letter is enough to leave a name in the history of Hogwarts.

Just as the Chancellor and Professor Snape were chatting without a word, there was another knock on the door of the Chancellor's office.

Then the deans of the other four faculties were present.

Professor McGonagall was the first to speak, "I'm sorry I questioned you, Albus. ”

"It's a great idea! Be sure to keep going. ”

"That's right, you didn't see the inquisitive eyes of those little wizards, oh! Merlin's beard, this is simply the happiest two weeks I've been coaching. Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, also said with a bright eye.

"I've seen it, Felius."

Dumbledore raised his hand, and his face became strange.

He pulled out a report from the stack of pastime stories that Owen had sent earlier.

"You take a look at this first."

He smiled and handed the letter to Professor Flitwick.

"It's-"

After taking the letter and glancing at it, Professor Flitwick's face instantly plummeted one hundred and eighty.

"Slander! Feign! What an insult to Ravenclaw! ”

Angrily, he handed the letter to Professor Sprout beside him, "Look at his lies! ”

The Hufflepuff dean, who had been silent since he entered the door, looked embarrassed.

When she knew that Dumbledore's plan was mainly carried out by her own little dark wizard, she secretly screamed in her heart that it was not good!

Originally, he was a troublemaker, but now he has been acquiesced by the principal!

That kid hasn't turned the sky upside down?

Therefore, every time the dean met to discuss how to proceed with the next big drama, she remained silent.

But this time.

[That idiot Lockhart is going to flee to the United States, and he is going to spread Hogwarts rumors and make a mess about the school, but you don't have to worry, because he is now lying in a corner of the corridor on the third floor, and he sincerely repents!]

Also, I suddenly came up with a good idea, the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets should not be open to young wizards, but Ravenclaw can, there is a magical house in the castle!

Pretending to be a little bit, Ms. Rowena shouldn't be angry!

Or - was that the house really built by her?

Hey, hey—I'll be the heir to Ravenclaw from now on!

- Attach the relevant plan with the letter. 】

Uh- Professor Sprout's expression moved slightly, and then he coughed lightly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what do you think of this plan?" ”

"Although—" He glanced at Professor Flitwick, then reassured, "I don't think that lady would have bothered with a twelve-year-old wizard fifteen hundred years from now. ”

"From the perspective of the plan alone, it is indeed very reasonable."

"I basically agree with the plan."

"Albus! You—" Professor Flitwick tried to retort, but was interrupted by a glass of sherry juice soda with ice and snails handed by Professor Dumbledore.

The professor, with a straight face, took a small sip in displeasure.

Then he said in a low voice: "After the matter is over, we must clarify this matter!" ”

"Of course—" Dumbledore replied with a smirk.

"Next, we have to continue to increase the intensity of this incident." He continued.

"But it's not until after Christmas."

"At least let the little wizards have a peaceful holiday!" The old headmaster said benevolently.

Then, the rest of the professors, except for Snape, smiled kindly.

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Early morning.

Early in the morning, there were bursts of exclamations from the auditorium door.

Hermione walked up the stairs in confusion. She studied the spell too late last night. I didn't sleep until one o'clock, and now the whole person is fluttering, and my eyes are sore and swollen and I can't open them at all.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, the auditorium was crowded with young wizards, and everyone gathered in front of the bulletin board in the courtyard, looking at a notice that had just been posted.

"Yes, Dueling Club." Harry pointed to the notice and said, "At two o'clock this afternoon, the Great Hall will reopen the Dueling Club. ”

"Dueling Club?" Ron on the side said suspiciously.

"The Dueling Club was very popular at Hogwarts in the past." At this point, Hermione, the Humanoid Encyclopedia, slowly began to explain, "It has a long history, at least hundreds of years. ”

"It's just that later, because of the little wizard's injury during the duel, the school canceled the dueling club."

"Professor Flitwick is restarting the Dueling Club?" Hermione, the little witch, squeezed through the crowd and finally saw the full picture of the announcement.

"Did that guy participate?" After glancing at the announcement, she suddenly spoke.

(End of chapter)