Popular Web NovelsChapter 569 Who would say no to ginger cookies?Chapter 569 Who would say no to ginger cookies?
In the evening, dark clouds covered the sky, and misty rain fell on the green grounds. Hogwarts Castle spent the first day of the new school year, and the bustling castle gradually became quiet. Come down.
After dinner, warm yellow lights shined through the windows. The professors returned to their offices to review the students' summer homework and prepare for tomorrow's teaching content. At the same time, in the principal's office , Phoenix Fox, who was curled up on the bookshelf rubbing a book to scratch his itch, suddenly stopped.
Most of the books displayed on Dumbledore's bookshelf are Christmas gifts from others. Professors who have worked in the school, students who graduate on time every year, friends who have exchanged experiences at home and abroad, it seems that everyone Everyone thinks that this old professor is a person who loves reading.
Every Christmas morning, Fox would always see his office piled with books, but only a few people knew that Dumbledore would only read a few things that interested him, such as fairy tales, Muggle studies, Books such as a collection of cold jokes, and other books such as "Change Trends in Magic," "The Development of Alchemy in the Past Ten Years," and "Major Research Breakthroughs in the Magical World" will only be handed over to Mrs. Pince and become the library. part of the collection.
The books that can be stored on the bookshelf of the principal's office are extremely rare, and each one has unique characteristics.
This phoenix, which has passed through nirvana countless times and is particularly sensitive to magic, retracted its wings and opened its eyes wide. It clearly sensed that the medium-sized but thick book in front of it was emitting some kind of fluctuation. Strong and obvious.
The outer sheepskin cover of the book buzzed and vibrated, as if it could not wait to be opened. Fox quickly took a few steps back and called twice to the white-bearded old wizard who was bending over the desk not far away and looking through documents.
"Oh, don't worry about Fawkes, it's just..." Dumbledore put down his quill and stood up slowly, walked around the desk and chair to the bookshelf, first reached out and stroked Phoenix's head, and then He took out the book calmly, "In Muggle terms, this is just a phone call...well, just a book talk..."
The trembling book fell into Dumbledore's hands, It suddenly became quiet. A red bookmark rope stretched out like a tentacle. After searching for a while, it reached into a certain page in the book and gently opened it. A rough voice immediately came from the book. Ringed: "Albus, if you move any slower, I will cut off the contact!"
Dumbledore watched the portraits on the pages of the book gradually come to life, and the colors gradually became brighter and more vivid. He held the book and slowly walked back to the desk and sat down. He waved his wand and turned over the portraits of the previous principals in the office, and chuckled: "Oh, Alastor, please be considerate of my old bones. I can't run to open the book..."
The portrait of Mad-Eye Moody on the page of the book becomes lifelike, blue and faint. The demon eyes kept turning, and the beard and scars on his face seemed to come to life. They squirmed slightly as he spoke: "Why don't you show consideration to me, a lame person! I have a lame leg and I have to run around for you, from Diagon Alley To Knockturn Alley, from Knockturn Alley to Ben Nevis, from Ben Nevis to Nurmengard in Austria, and finally to Germany... Merlin on top, no one with normal legs and feet would be in such a short place. Traveling so much time is simply abusing a cripple!"
"Oh, we have discussed it, haven't we? You don't have to do this alone, Remus and Sirius are willing to run a few times for you! A place."
Dumbledore always had a gentle smile on his face as he listened to his old friend's complaints, but his eyes dimmed for a moment when he heard the name of a familiar place.
"Those reckless young people are not reliable, and they are not even as good as students who have not yet graduated!" The portrait on the page waved his hand impatiently, and Moody muttered, "I'm not kidding you. No more gossip, I'm in a hurry, let's talk about what I learned."
"It's an honor to be this audience."
"The little guy you selected is great. He found the three smartest brothers and sisters in the giant tribe and drew some weird things on one of them. Look. I don't understand, it's just alchemy stuff, and the result is that the giant tribe has completely changed..." Mad-Eye Moody laughed and shook his terrifying head, "If you don't see it with your own eyes, no one will It's incredible to believe that giants who are similar to trolls are actually running schools. I happened to run into them when I went there..."
Dumbledore's smile grew wider, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. The scene, the blue eyes were a little dazed: "It seems that in this war, we will not face those big guys with thick skin and flesh."
"But they don't want to join us either!" Book page Moody's muffled voice came from inside, "It seems that except for the two little guys, no one else can convince them."
"This is enough, the war between wizards is inherently We shouldn't involve other races." Dumbledore came to his senses and said gently and calmly, "Tell me about the subsequent investigation. Are there any unusual findings?"
"I got some information from Bo Jin Blog and Mundungus. Starting about two weeks ago, a group of unidentified people began to secretly search for a person. The name and identity are not clear. There are almost no clues, only a picture. Photos of when he was young, but the guys who are looking for him said that the person they are looking for is at least a hundred years old, so it would be difficult to find him. "The portrait on the page suddenly paused at this point, as if he heard something, and he was cautious. Looking to the side, the portrait's movements suddenly froze, and only the sound of thumping footsteps could be heard.
Dumbledore was not in a hurry, he heard clearly the sound of Alastor's crutch hitting the ground.
After a while, the portrait on the page came to life again. Mad-Eye Moody took out his curved wine bottle and took a sip: "I am currently in a bar in Germany. It is very uneven here. Same. Someone is looking for the person in the photo, and the search intensity is even more intense than in Britain... The matter you asked me to investigate is being spread everywhere, and there is no need to ask specifically. The wand maker who is as famous as Ollivander has disappeared, leading to this The new little wizard next to me has to buy his wand somewhere else, and there is quite a stir..."
"I think he has been killed, Alastor..." Dumbledore said softly, "Talk about Nurmengard. What's going on there?"
"Oh, how should I put it..." Moody's magic eye in the portrait suddenly stopped moving, as if he glanced at Dumbledore through the page of the book inadvertently, and said in a deep voice. Said, "No one cares about that prison at all. There is only one staff member who regularly delivers food. As for the famous dark wizard..."
"..."
Dumbledore rubbed his knuckles on the book cover, his deep eyes hidden behind crescent-shaped lenses, flashing with azure light, "I know, Alastor, Come back as soon as possible, they can't hold it anymore, the Order of the Phoenix needs you to take charge of the work."
"Got it"
The portrait on the page gradually faded, and the agile one. The magic eye lost its vitality and became fixed, staring straight ahead motionless. The originally vivid portrait became rigid and lifeless.
Dumbledore slowly closed the book and sat behind the desk without moving for a long time. He did not put the book back on the shelf or reopen the documents he had reviewed before.
Loren pushed open the oak door of the principal's office and saw this scene.
Night falls slowly, and the thick and dark night completely covers the dark clouds. The bright candlelight in the office burns quietly. Phoenix Fox curls its wings and nestles on the bookshelf. Its small head faces the desk and its eyes stare straightly. He was looking at the old principal in a daze, or rather staring at the magic book in his hand.
Loren closed the door, came to the desk and sat down in a familiar manner. Looking at the old principal who had no reaction, he hesitated for two seconds and said tentatively: "Voldemort is attacking Hogwarts!" ..."
Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, the sadness in his mind was swept away, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "That is really good news."
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"What were you thinking about, principal? I didn't even respond when I came in."
"I was thinking about some difficult philosophical issues."
Loren raised his eyebrows and said "Philosophy Three" Lian: "Who am I? Where do I come from? Where am I going?"
"Well..."
Dumbledore's gray eyebrows slowly knitted together, "Sounds simple. Straightforward, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that these three questions can trigger countless thoughts and imply countless answers, but there are no answers that can really answer them. It is really a philosophical question. I once had a similar question, that was in When I first graduated from Hogwarts..."
"Hiss..."
Loren took a breath of air and hurriedly interrupted the old principal's deep thinking: "Philosophical concepts are too broad. Let's focus on the practical problems in front of us."
"Have you encountered any difficulties in real life, Loren?" Dumbledore blinked, put the magic book on the table, and poured him a cup of hot cocoa with the teapot. "Speaking of which, the past few years In the middle of the year, after the annual opening banquet, we would have a good chat. Last night I specially prepared ginger biscuits, but the guest waiting for me was not you..."
"Your office was too crowded last night. , I'll make room for them." Loren waved his hand and started talking about serious matters, "There is a malicious senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic working part-time as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the school, and there are a large number of dark wizards outside the school. Searching for the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, Voldemort and Death Eaters are lurking in the dark waiting for opportunities to act..."
Loren sorted out various events during this period one by one, focusing on the first section of today's Defense Against Dark Arts. What happened in class, he glanced at the simple black wand on the table, paused and said: "If this continues, in less than two classes, Harry will have a head-on duel with Professor Umbridge, Headmaster. What are your plans?"
Dumbledore looked at the little wizard with black hair and black eyes in front of him. Although his face was still childish, he already showed some demeanor that was far beyond that of an adult. Alastor was right...
Throw it out of your mind With all kinds of thoughts, he pretended to be confused and asked: "The plan...what plan?"
"Of course it is a plan to deal with Voldemort and the Ministry of Magic, otherwise what else could it be?" Loren turned over a page. Rolling his eyes: "Vacate the auditorium and let Professor Umbridge have a duel with Harry..."
"Sounds like a good idea..." Dumbledore frowned and fell into thought. She nodded seriously, and couldn't help laughing until she saw his eyes rolled to the sky, "Actually, I think your plan is very good..."
said At this point, he took a sip of hot cocoa and squinted his eyes comfortably: "Let Umbridge lead the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to pursue it. With proper guidance, they can follow the clues and find out who Voldemort is." Above all, as long as someone steps forward to ensure safety at the right time, Voldemort's traces will be exposed and the Ministry of Magic will be on our side. Am I right?"
Loren did not deny it, only grinned: "This is a development under ideal conditions."
"I will try my best to create conditions for this plan..." Dumbledore revealed A hint of a smile, "As before, I need you to pay attention to Harry's condition at all times, especially his dreams..."
White steam floats from the brown-black hot cocoa, and the rich aroma fills the air, and the conversation The content gradually returned to the normal chat between a professor and a student, about the experience of the O.W.L.s exam, what are the tips on transfiguration, what new products have been launched by the honey candy store...
It's time to turn off the lights. , Loren drank a shallow layer of the bottom of the cup, glanced around the table inadvertently, and whispered: "There is one more thing..."
Dumbledore's eyes moved slightly and he breathed calmly. After a moment of confusion, he glanced at the elder wand with his peripheral vision and looked at Loren calmly.
"There should be some more ginger biscuits. Give me a break. I haven't had the chance to go to the supermarket during the summer vacation. I only bought a few on the train. My snack reserve has been exhausted."
The old principal was obviously stunned. For a moment, a bright smile broke out on his face.
...
Bite a ginger biscuit and chat with the Fat Lady for a few words, Loren walked into the portrait hole and saw that the Gryffindor common room was still a lively scene.
I saw Lee Jordan, George and Fred sitting among a group of innocent-looking first-year freshmen, taking things out of a big paper bag and stuffing them into the mouths of the little guys. Every freshman was chewing something in their mouths, with clear stupidity in their eyes, and they all ate with gusto.
The newly appointed prefects Parvati and Neville were standing nearby, hesitating to speak, but hesitant to speak, looking like they wanted to go up to persuade but did not dare.
In a few seconds, the first-year students felt as if their heads were hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and they all fainted in their seats. Some plopped to the ground, unable to get up with their hands and feet, and some just collapsed on the armrests of the chairs, their eyes dull and their tongues hanging out.
The onlookers laughed loudly. George and Fred squatted down with clipboards with spring clips and carefully observed the delirious first-year students holding quills. Write and draw.
(End of this chapter)
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