"It's possible to choose anywhere--"

Dumbledore's expression was serious, repeating the words of the Sorting Hat softly, and the portraits on the walls, eager to discuss the ridiculous and inexplicably awe-inspiring title of 'Hogwarts Descendants', were trying to suppress their silence for fear of disturbing Dumbledore's thinking.

"I have to thank you,"

After a long time, Dumbledore's tone became lighter, and he sat down in his chair and nodded at the Sorting Hat,

"The wisdom of the four founders is Hogwarts' most valuable asset, and tonight, it prevents me from making a terrible mistake."

With these words, Dumbledore got up from his chair and walked around the table and paced around the Round Office,

"A specific choice for a certain age is really a wise statement,"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Even I can't completely avoid the trap of prejudice, can I?" ”

No one was needed to answer, Dumbledore was just talking to himself.

"--Amosta is very similar to Tom, which is something I have always feared, and this concern is so strong that I know that he and Tom are two completely different people, and I dare not completely put my mind at ease... I must admit that my Slytherin background magnified my concern for the similarities between him and Tom, but it was just a terrible prejudice! ”

"That's just the way it is, Albus!"

When Phineas saw the stitches, he said loudly and happily,

"We all know that a powerful wizard is privileged, and that the child, though he sometimes flouts the law and disdains the rules, is always kind, as evidenced by what happened tonight... The more and more unsuccessful guys in the Ministry of Magic can't stand a few tosses from him! ”

Phineas had a bad reputation during his lifetime, and after his death, it was obviously impossible for him to be very popular among his peers, but there was some truth in what he said, so the former headmasters remained silent, neither agreeing with his words nor refuting them.

And this was already a very powerful encouragement for Phineas, who looked around triumphantly, his dark eyes dripping and turning,

"We should forgive such a talented young man for his insignificant mistakes and patiently guide him back to the right path."

"What made you so accommodating and friendly tonight, Headmaster Black?"

Dumbledore stopped in front of the golden branch in Fawkes' habitat, looked up at Phineas's portrait, and said softly.

"I already know what I mean, don't I?"

Phineas's goatee trembled with a sly smile, and he said to Dumbledore cautiously, in a sleek tone,

"Since we can be lenient with the mistakes that Amosta Bryan has made over the years, then, Albus, my great-great-grandson..."

"Aha!"

Armando Dipet, who had been skimming Phineas for a long time with contemptuous eyes, exclaimed excitedly,

"I knew you were planning this, the conspiracy was revealed!"

Phineas's confusion caused outrage, and for a moment, the voices of verbal and written criticism were incessant, and in the midst of those fierce rebukes, Phineas shouted loudly,

"You are jealous, gentlemen, the noble Black family is immortal, and the noble Black family will never be a traitor!"

"Please stay calm, folks, and keep arguing, I'm afraid Argus will come to the door!"

Dumbledore shook his silver eyebrows, looking a little helpless, at a certain moment, he was even a little afraid that one day he would be hung on this wall, in the face of the daily noise of his ancestors, from helplessness to compromise, and even one day he was happy to join in....

"I think you must understand, Headmaster Black,"

Dumbledore, who had regained his composure, said sternly, "Sirius's sins cannot be forgiven, right? ”

"I was about to tell you this!"

Phineas was overwhelmed by his colleagues, forgetting to be respectful to Dumbledore and yelling fiercely

"My great-great-grandson, you all keep saying that he took refuge in the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name, and betrayed the Potters, but you can't come up with any actual evidence, do you, Dumbledore, that kid grew up under your nose, you know very well what kind of person he is, how close his relationship with that Potter is, you can see it, he can't betray the Potters, there must be a misunderstanding in this!"

"Joke!"

Not surprisingly, the rhetorical refutation of the local man is again Principal Armando Dippet,

"That great-grandson of yours sent away thirteen innocent souls with a spell in broad daylight, and one of them was his best friend!"

Once again, effective communication has stopped, and meaningless conflict has flare-up.

More than a dozen former principals crowded into Armando's frame to pull the two principals Dippert and Blake apart, but somehow, the fight turned into a scuffle.

This time, Dumbledore didn't immediately say anything to stop him, he frowned and muttered softly,

"Even in those times of lies and betrayal, it was a puzzling thing, the truth... The facts of the crime are clear..."

"Albus--"

Dalyse Devante was the only headmaster who didn't join the Portrait Talk Brawl, calling Dumbledore's name,

"What are you going to do about Amosta Blaine?"

Dumbledore's brow furrowed, ignoring the scuffle of portraits and returning to his seat, once again staring at the dome with his fingers crossed, and fell into a long contemplation....

..........

Amosta didn't expect the wall of fire to stop Albus Dumbledore and his phoenix entirely, he only hoped that the magic would buy him a few more seconds.

For the next five minutes, he barely stayed in one place for more than three seconds, constantly apparition and shapeshifting, constantly smoothing out the traces of mana, and in the end, even with a considerable reserve of mana, he was tired enough in the process of crazy transformation and transposition.

"You really didn't chase me?"

Amosta stayed in a jungle where he had gone deep on his past mission, holding on to a towering giant tree and gasping slightly.

"Hmph, even if you know?" Amosta straightened up and smiled slightly, "A gentleman can be bullied. ”

The brilliant starlight of the endless starry curtain and the cool air of the primeval jungle in the middle of the night calmed Amosta's slightly throbbing mood, and after thinking about it, he changed into his usual wizard's robes and teleported back to Hogsmeade.

Late at night, Hogsmeade looms in the thick fog, running through the commercial streets in the center of the village, in the mist, there are many shadowy black shadows, most of these guys are also regulars in the underground world, and they come here to trade or issue commissions, but they don't want to be exploited by brokers like Forlì, so they hope to use Albus Dumbledore's name to deter the object of the transaction from messing around.

Ignoring the wizards, Amosta strode past the Wizard Costume Store and the Literati Residence, heading in the direction of the Three Broomsticks Bar.

"Oh my God, oh my--"

Just as Amosta was about to reach the entrance of the alley of his temporary residence, he unexpectedly heard the sound of humming and chirping from the dark alley on the other side of the bar, and it sounded a little familiar.

After thinking for a moment, Amosta walked towards the alley where the noise was coming from, and at a glance he saw a large, drunken figure leaning against the edge of the garbage cans, humming and chirping.

"Hagrid, how could it be you?!"

Surprised, Amosta trotted over, holding his breath to cut off the stinking breath, and then, leaning down to ruffle Hagrid's shaggy beard,

"What is it that makes you get drunk late at night? And what makes you cry alone? ”



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