The Death Knell

And where the girl couldn't see him, in the principal's office, Deathstroke was talking to Dumbledore.

The old principal drank honey water and ate piles of cockroaches. He looked over his crescent-shaped glasses to the other side of the desk. The phoenix named Fox stood on the shelf behind him, looking a little wilted at this time.

"I informed you that I came here to talk. Hagrid complained to me that you slaughtered magical animals in the Forbidden Forest."

Lao Deng said this, but he was still eating and his voice was very muffled.

Su Ming shook his head. He sat on the sofa on the other side of the desk and smoked, looking unusually calm: "Believe it or not, it was the spiders who started the attack. They wanted to eat my students, so I had to let them eat them. "

Dumbledore tilted his head, probably because he didn't understand the joke. His long white hair looked messy under the wizard's hat:

"But Hagrid treats spiders as his pets. He says they never hurt anyone."

"It is really a pet that should be kept in a glass tank at home instead of allowing it to invade the school's land. The Forbidden Forest belongs to Hogwarts. He is just a caretaker and ranger, and it should not be up to him to decide where to go. What kind of things are there in the woods? Today he can raise big spiders, tomorrow he can raise dragons, and then the day after tomorrow the Ministry of Magic will come and capture him and send him to Azkaban to lock him up. You and I both know that he can do it."

Lao Deng nodded and pushed the plate with jelly beans on the table: "So he complained that you killed his pet, and you reported him for embezzling school property... Why don't you each take a step back? That's it. How about forget it?"

"Of course, but principal, you also know the threat that giant spiders pose to students, right? Anyone who inadvertently steps into their territory will be dragged to the nest and eaten. That is the nature of that kind of creature. If the school board knows this , they will also think about whether their children in school are safe.”

Su Ming tasted a jelly bean. It was mint-flavored and tasted like toothpaste.

"I know..." Dumbledore nodded. He also ate a multi-flavor bean, but frowned: "I don't like multi-flavor beans, but someone gave me this. This is It smells like booger, so salty, cough... But many magic potions require the venom of giant spiders. If some spiders automatically 'grow' in your own forest, you can greatly reduce the cost of purchasing this. It can also bypass the 1946 ban on raising magical animals for use as experimental materials, and the school directors are willing to save some money."

"Did Newt Scamander propose a ban issued by the British Ministry of Magic? He is also quite famous in the United States. People say he was the first wizard to capture Grindelwald." Su Ming took out one from his belt The gold bar came and was placed on the table with a slap: "His idea is good, but the law is mainly aimed at the trend of hybrid magical animals that was popular at that time. Let's do this, I will give Hagrid some compensation, and I will take the students to the next class. Farther away in the Borderlands, to be honest, there are too many giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest, there are some problems with biodiversity, and there are too few types of ingredients for me to teach."

Lao Deng didn't refuse, but he didn't accept either. He just glanced at the gold bar and stopped paying attention, as if he didn't have any reaction when he heard the death knell said that he wanted to conduct off-campus teaching.

Maybe the mention of Grindelwald reminded the principal of his lover who was in another high-level prison, Nurmengard, and he felt a little sad.

"Okay, I will tell Hagrid. Next, the centaur Bain complained to me, saying that you beat more than 30 centaurs in their tribe. His original words were, 'Everyone feels like their brains are coming from their ears. It leaked out', do you have any explanation for this?"

Deathstroke crossed his legs, leaned back tactically on the chair, and picked his ears with his fingers:

"He lied. The ear canal is not directly connected to the cranial cavity. Anyone who makes mummies knows that if you want to take out a person's brain, the correct way is to put an iron hook through the nostril. Bain the Centaur hates humans. Maybe you should ask Firenze, you will know that I only had close contact with the centaurs for a while, and no one was hurt."

"Well....."

The old mage took a breath, picked up the cup, drank honey lemon water and rinsed his mouth, thinking that the incident was over.

Then there were some miscellaneous complaints. For example, the fishmen in the Black Lake said that someone was flying around on the water and affecting their spawning. Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary received a few small spiders that were eaten raw today and caused tongue damage. Cases of being stung, someone being scratched on the butt by a wild wolf, etc.

They were all trivial matters, and Dumbledore just talked about them casually. He seemed to believe the explanation given by Su Ming, and finally he asked the key topic:

"Why do you give Potter and the others different gym lessons?"

Yes, if Hermione's classes were disgusting but interesting, Gryffindor and Slytherin's PE classes in the second period of the morning were completely different.

In addition to running around the Black Lake, they only learned a weird gymnastics called 'Time is Calling'? Dumbledore didn't understand why.

The principal arranged all first-grade physical education classes on Monday morning just to see what physical education was. However, the two classes for the same age group were different, and he was confused.

"They are so energetic." Professor Wilson replied: "It is my rule to teach students in accordance with their aptitude. Didn't you see that Draco didn't even have the energy to quarrel with Harry after class?"

Even without Hermione, Neville still filled the vacancy of the trio, and Malfoy deliberately laughed at Ron because of their unpleasant first meeting on the Hogwarts Express.

He also suggested, 'Potter, you'd better keep your eyes open and avoid associating with depraved wizards. The Weasley family is a disgrace to pure-bloods, and they breed like pheasants. ’

After speaking, he flapped his arms and cooed, imitating a hen laying eggs, while his two followers laughed.

If Professor Wilson, who claimed to be 'lost on the road of life', hadn't come back in time, Ron would have almost come to blows with Draco.

But this is not good news. Although the red-haired boy escaped the beatings of the two strong followers, he was deducted five points from Gryffindor by the professor for showing the intention of taking action first. This was only the first semester of the new semester. Just two classes.

Slytherin didn't deduct a single point, and Draco sneered at the Harry trio on the other side of the crowd. He felt that the gifts given on the train at the beginning of the school year had an effect.

Of course, he was wrong too.

In the next eighty minutes, the professor spent twenty minutes teaching them a set of incomprehensible gymnastics, and spent the remaining hour running.

The professor caught a few wild wolves from nowhere and chased them behind the crowd. No one dared not run away for fear of being bitten by the wolves.

After class, the students from the two colleges helped each other out. They probably collapsed when they returned to the dormitory. Even if there were tough guys who could insist on going to the cafeteria to eat, they would probably fall asleep halfway through the meal.

After hearing what Su Ming said, Dumbledore showed a strange expression, as if he was smiling bitterly.

But he couldn't say that it was wrong to do so, because in this way, the freshmen in the Lion House and the Snake House no longer hated each other, because the physical education teacher was now their common enemy.

This made Lao Deng see "unity with prerequisites", and he gradually fell into thinking. This professor from the United States seemed not only to teach the students in the two classes, but also seemed to be hinting something to himself... ..

It's just that the methods are a little too unruly. Americans, alas... are not formal at all.