Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Dumbledore stopped and pouted as if he was aggrieved, "You said it in such a general way that I don't know how to help you... Let me guess, are you saying that only I can do it or only the principal can do it?

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Thinking back carefully later, Lucius's strong interest in the scene at that time made the two professors' positions very awkward. Dumbledore was highly skilled, but it could not be said that his Legilimency would not be noticed by others.

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Or maybe Dumbledore really didn't like using that spell on non-hostile units?

Jody wasn't sure, but luckily Dumbledore guessed what they wanted.

"There is nothing in this world that requires someone to do it. Mr. Malfoy was discussing this with me just now."

Dumbledore's gesture made Malfoy's originally good expression grin a little too much.

"As long as I am willing to respond to your voice, I can give you the answer. In the end, I am just a bad old man who is greedy for strange-flavored beans. Everything will be fine, I believe you."

After saying this, the old man blinked, his smile still calm and contagious.

Jodi helped Quirrell retreat into the crowd, and the Thestral flew away with the carriage in the air.

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"Professor Quirrell, what's wrong with you?" Speaking of which, Quirrell doesn't seem to have a girlfriend. Counting the Slytherin girl just now, this is the first batch of girls who have come to care about Quirrell's haggardness.

If Jody read it correctly, there should be a girl who took out a camera and secretly took pictures.

As long as he is a handsome guy, does he look good if he is haggard?

Quirrell's haste made the girls' concern fail to achieve the effect they expected. Jody followed Quirrell from a distance and vaguely heard the Slytherin girl muttering to him about 'snake people, freaks'.

What.

Without further communication, the two went straight to the principal's office on the top floor.

The gargoyle spread its wings and blocked the doorway tightly, "Password!"

"Strange-flavored beans!" The two of them spoke almost at the same time, both looking impatient.

Quirrell was eager to remedy the situation, and Jody...was of course also eager to remedy the situation, but he was more curious about the gadgets in the principal's room.

Dumbledore asked if only the principal could do it, indicating that he had guessed what Quirrell needed. The strange-flavored beans were the password for the principal's office, so the voice saying "I am willing to respond to you" would only refer to the walls of the principal's office.

Headmaster of all generations.

The two of them were convinced of this answer.

However, upon entering the principal's office, the excitement in the room almost made the two of them think they had gone to the wrong place.

There were at least four principals fighting fiercely in the two largest portraits. Several female principals were chattering without knowing what they were talking about. A male principal with a depressed face was forced to make black tea next to him.

There are other things they are doing such as playing chess, singing, playing cards and dancing.

In the higher frames, the calmer principal is huddled in a chair with earplugs in, reading a book.

"Headmasters, I am Quirrell, the current..."

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I know." An impatient voice on the wall interrupted his self-introduction, "Ravenclaw guys should speak more skillfully! How did I educate you?"

"I'm sorry, that..." Chilo was stuck for a long time and finally failed to recognize which principal this was.

You'd be surprised if you recognized him. The principal and monitor had notes on his face. It seemed like he lost badly in today's card game.

"Phineas! What qualifications do you, an old Slytherin snake, have to speak against a Ravenclaw?" A woman at the same card game shouted dissatisfiedly and then turned to comfort Quirrell.

"Don't listen to him kid, it's never a bad thing to be polite."

Ignoring the commotion here, Jody looked around in the office.

There is a lot of snacks on the coffee table at the corner of the table, the desk is full of silver magic instruments, and the tattered Sorting Hat is placed on the high bookshelf. It can sort, sing, tell cold jokes and play tricks.

When the time came, he took out a larger sword of Gryffindor from under its pocket.

Maybe you can try to see if you can pull out the sword? Check whether you are also part of the protagonist's halo?

Jody stopped next to a large cabinet, guessing that it might be an S-class pensieve.

Before he could decide whether to explore further, Jodi was startled by a loud cry.

He turned around and saw an old, bald bird in the huge birdcage.

...Red-crowned Spotted Chicken?

Just kidding, of course you wouldn't keep something like that in the principal's office.

The one standing in the cage could only be the Phoenix Fox.

Jodi really didn't expect the phoenix to look like this when he saw it for the first time. It was stooped, with dull fur, curled up lazily in the cage, showing the twilight of the hero.

But even so, the phoenix is ​​a proud creature.

Jody just got a little closer and felt a wave of heat hitting his soul, as if even his consciousness could melt.

"Jody! Be careful, don't get too close!" Fox's cry attracted attention, and Quirrell warned.

After being disrupted, Quirrell took some time to wait for the opportunity to speak again, "Sorry, principals. I wonder if you have heard about the restoration of the shelter?"

"Ah! Yes, the shelter!" Phineas jumped up exaggeratedly and even threw away the cards in his hand, "When can you repair it? It's so uncomfortable to feel like I can't use up my strength every day!"

Hearing a negative answer, Quirrell perked up and said, "That's right. The protective circle of the seven-fold door will fight back against the rewriting. We need the principal's authority to continue repairing it."

"Principal's authority!?" Phineas screamed strangely, with vigilance written all over his face, "How do you know this thing, and what is your purpose?"

"In order to repair the sanctuary, we must have the authority of the principal to continue repairing it. Otherwise, we can only repair it at the cost of destroying the Holy Spirit Palace. We want to keep the Holy Spirit Palace and the Accidental Curse. So..."

"Hey, come to Dumbledore about this kind of thing, don't let the dead worry so much!" Phineas began to preach without mercy.

"If it is convenient for Mr. Dumbledore, of course we will not disturb you, but you also know that Mr. Dumbledore has just left school..."

Jody was skeptical from the beginning as to whether the portrait could give an answer, but now from what he heard, it seemed that Principal Phineas was indeed the most unlikable principal.

This guy is on the same level as Snape and loves to bully his juniors.

Jody was more concerned about his own situation than what was happening over there. He felt indescribably uncomfortable all over as he was being roasted by the heat wave.

He had already touched the wand during the difficult movement, but he did not dare to cast the spell easily because he considered whether the burn on his soul would affect Mordria.

Just when he was struggling, the intimidation that had kept him immobile suddenly loosened.