"Albus! You promised me! ”

In the large circular headmaster's room, Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed.

The portraits that covered the entire wall no longer closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep, they opened their eyes one after another, staring with great interest at this rare scene.

Some of the paintings depicted with fruit plates, beer, and food were even more crowded.

They nibbled on apples and held beers as they watched as the greatest White Wizard of all time, the President of the International Confederation of Magic, the President of the Wizards Guild, the First Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin, and the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, were sprayed wildly by their own Vice Principal.

With a wave of his hand, Dumbledore slid a glass of chilled lemonade from the side of the table

"Minerva, drink something, relax....."

"Take it easy?" Professor McGonagall's piercing gaze stared at Dumbledore through the square lenses

"What did you tell me? You'll follow along the way! This time it was good luck that Zhang's peculiar props played a big role, but in case... In case something goes wrong.

How do you ask me to deal with parents?

Let me go and say to parents who are grieving the loss of their children

'You were relieved to have your child at Hogwarts, but due to the negligence of our Headmaster, your child died in an accident. ’

Is that so? Albus???! ”

Dumbledore stared silently at his Headmaster, the lady who had given everything to Hogwarts after losing her husband.

He suddenly realized that he had so many excuses, such as leaving Fawkes behind, that he was so pale in front of Minerva McGonagall.

The small chatter disappeared, and the portraits fell silent, and after a while, Principal Dippet whispered:

"Albus, Minerva is right, you shouldn't ignore the safety of the little wizard."

Dumbledore nodded slightly:

"That's right, Minerva, I apologize to you, as you said, I promise you....

Well, I promise, there will definitely be no next time! ”

Professor McGonagall slowly regained her composure, and she suddenly asked:

"Tell me, Albus, what is it that would make you give up caring for a young wizard, I know you, if not something very important........ I mean, nothing is as important as the safety of the little wizards.

You know...."

Dumbledore stood up, his face serious, his blue eyes staring at McGonagall, and said softly:

"I went to see Tom...."

Professor McGonagall frowned:

"Tom? Who is Tom? Worth it...."

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her face turned pale, and she looked at Dumbledore in horror, her voice trembling a little:

"You mean the guy who can't even mention his name??"

Dumbledore nodded slowly.

"He's ??? in the Forbidden Forest"

Professor McGonagall's voice was somewhat distorted.

Dumbledore still nodded softly.

Professor McGonagall jerked to her feet and pointed at Dumbledore:

"You..... You... Albus.... You... No, I need to evacuate the little wizard immediately! ”

"Minerva, it's nowhere near as bad as this!"

Dumbledore called out to McGonagall, whispering something to her.

It was a long time before Professor McGonagall regained her composure, and she breathed deeply, eleven years had passed since the shadow of Voldemort, and she did not fear for her safety.

But she feared a repeat of the tragedy of the past, and Voldemort did not dare to come to Hogwarts, but every day young wizards received bad news that their parents or other relatives were killed by Voldemort.

At that time, pain and sadness hung over the school like a dark cloud that would never go away.

"Now that you've got everything planned.," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her face still ugly, and she looked at Dumbledore and let out a sigh:

"That's just like the past, like the Order of the Phoenix, we believe in you unconditionally, Albus!"

With that, Professor McGonagall left preoccupied, and she had to take care of the students.

Dumbledore stared at Professor McGonagall in the background, standing like a statue.

Dippet raised his glass:

"To Minerva McGonagall! Albus, you have an enviable Headmaster, and if I had such a Headmaster at the time, Hogwarts would probably be even more prosperous!

Tom, he probably won't be ...... either."

Dumbledore shook his head:

"It's all gone, Armando, it's not your fault."

At this moment, Snape's cold, low, angry voice came from outside the headmaster:

"Albus!! You promised me!! ”

Dumbledore:............

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The sunlight shined through the carved windows, casting a fragment of light and shadow, and Zhang Xiao slowly opened her eyes on the soft small bed in the school hospital.

It was an extremely comfortable deep sleep, and he only felt as if his whole body had been washed, and a thick layer of iron clothing had been removed, revealing a refreshing feeling from the inside out.

"Dude, are you awake?"

Zhang Xiao turned his head and found that Ron was lying on the bed next door, holding a large bag of snacks and eating them in a big gulp.

Ron shrugged, pointed to the snacks piled up at his bedside, and said enviously:

"I have to say, Zhang, your popularity is so good! Ever since the news of your injury and coma spread, I think half of the school has been there, and they've brought you all sorts of things.

Especially girls! Man, you can't imagine how crazy those girls are! They even cried! ”

Ron seemed to be saying something incredible, and Zhang Xiao felt that he seemed to be quite envious.

"Finally the gifts filled the room, and Madam Pomfrey had to forbid visits, and let me sift through some of them.

By the way, this one is yours too, okay? ”

Ron shook the snack in his hand.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help laughing:

"Of course it doesn't matter, Ron, is it just you? What about the others? ”

Ron opened a box of chocolate frogs, looked at the cards inside, threw them aside, and said vaguely:

"Malfoy just lost his strength, rested for a while and left, Neville's injury was not as serious as expected, Harry just scratched a little skin, by the way, man, do you know how long you slept?"

"How long?" Zhang Xiao was really curious, if Professor Snape's potions were so good, could he have asked for more or boiled it himself?

"Five days!" Ron held out his palm, "Five days!" ”

He jumped out of bed, found Bibi Duowei beans from the mountain of snacks, tore open the package, and threw one in his mouth:

"As for me, it's every day to see if my good friend is awake, though Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey have repeatedly assured you that you're just too tired to rest.

But everyone still cares about you, so they chose me to check on you every day. ”

Ron suddenly retched:

"Phew, what a strange smell it is! Damn, it's definitely a cow's nose! ”

Zhang Xiao felt a warm current in his heart, hot, he jumped up from the bed and stretched beautifully:

"Resurrection with full blood! I feel empowered now! ”

Ron spit out the residue in his mouth, looked at Zhang Xiao's back, hesitated for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Zhang... Can I ask you something? ”

1. Recommended ticket 2. Commuter pass

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