novelslam Chapter 240 Professor McGonagall's doubts
Chapter 240 Professor McGonagall's doubts
Chapter 240 Professor McGonagall's doubts
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore sat in a chair, holding a mirror in his hand, chatting gently with a child.
From time to time, laughter came from inside, as if amused by Dumbledore's cold joke.
After a while, the voice of "Annie, it's time to eat" came from the mirror again, and the girl said "goodbye" and left quickly.
Dumbledore put down the mirror and glanced at the time, unexpectedly, it was time for dinner.
In front of him was a large claw-shaped table with a shelf behind the seat on which stood a tattered pointed wizard hat.
"How about the lyrics I just prepared, Dumbledore?" The hat writhed and split a slit from the brim.
"It's pretty good, the lyrics are as good as ever, the students will love it!" Dumbledore commented.
"But, you didn't listen at all!" the Sorting Hat shrieked.
It was very dissatisfied with being left out.
"You only care about chatting with that little girl, isn't she talking more interestingly than me?!"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, isn't this obvious?
The Sorting Hat is almost self-inflicted.
The Sorting Hat obviously didn't have this kind of self-awareness. It muttered a few words and then asked, "Have you gone to Nurmengard?"
Dumbledore's mood fell rapidly, he was silent for a moment, and shook his head: "No."
"Why, didn't you go to the United Wizards Conference? The conference is held in Austria, so close."
Dumbledore did not speak.
"He keeps writing to you, saying that he is sick and in poor health, and wants to see you." The Sorting Hat followed closely and gossiped.
Dumbledore finally raised his head and said in an old voice: "I saw him, what should I say?"
The Sorting Hat grinned and said, "Tell me about the current situation, have a heart-to-heart talk, and take care of each other's physical... health, isn't it good?"
"This has already been discussed in the letter." Dumbledore glanced at a locked cabinet, which contained a stack of letters from Nurmengard.
"Writing a letter and meeting are two different things." The Sorting Hat persuaded with the tone of someone who had experienced it.
It seems that it also had an epic country love story with a certain women's hat.
Dumbledore said softly: "The time difference caused by the delay between letters and letters is only comparable to the microsecond difference in the germination time of natural yeast—"
The Sorting Hat interrupted: "Once the communication becomes too efficient, there is no need to look up and look at each other, and some affection will quickly depreciate without being noticed...
Dumbledore, I have also read the book "Charing Cross Road". "
"Oh, who gave it to you?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"William, the Christmas gift he gave me, this kid is really good, it's the first time I've received a gift from someone other than you.
I remember his family lived near Charing Cross Road, right? "
"Yes, a beautiful street. I visited once, but William hasn't lived there recently. He bought a house in the wizarding village."
Dumbledore was delighted to be able to divert the conversation away from Grindelwald.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Dumbledore looked towards the door and said softly, "Come in."
A tall witch in emerald green robes opened the door and walked in.
The Sorting Hat shut up immediately, and it also felt that it was not a good time to discuss Dumbledore's relationship issues in front of Professor McGonagall.
"Good afternoon, Minerva." Dumbledore gestured for Professor McGonagall to sit down on the chair.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore, I have something to discuss with you, do you have time now?"
"Of course, all day." Dumbledore laughed.
"But don't worry, first some honey butter almonds? This is a little gift from Annie."
With a wave of Dumbledore, a plate appeared on the table.
Professor McGonagall politely refused. She was past the age of eating snacks, and she handed over a document.
"This semester, there are a total of [-] students who want to apply for the fund. I have already reviewed all of them. The quota is here, and you need to sign."
Dumbledore took the list and read it carefully.
Hogwarts does not charge tuition fees at all, and even provides a bursary fund for those poor students to ensure their smooth graduation.
"I think it's time to increase the amount of our bursary fund, which is too small," said Dumbledore.
Lockhart wanted to buy seven books at once, and the amount of stipends was still not enough for those students with poor financial needs.
"But the school director..." Professor McGonagall hesitated. "I think Malfoy would object."
"Let Professor Snape talk, and he will find a way to get it right." Dumbledore said confidently.
"I remember, didn't Professor Snape just persuade Malfoy to donate seven light wheels to Slytherin House in 2001?"
Dumbledore laughed and said, "That's too generous. If I knew Malfoy was so enthusiastic about education, I shouldn't have changed the broom so quickly..."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore with small eyes, and she pursed her lips, not very happy.
They didn't win the Quidditch Cup last year, and this year, Slytherin College has changed their shotguns... Could it be that the Quidditch Cup has also become a lifetime series?
Wait... The Gryffindor House Cup has not been won for several years!
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips even tighter.
"Of course, if the school directors don't agree, we can let the snuffers dig gold mines all over the world. I remember that Newt's family has a lot of snuffers."
Dumbledore told another very cold joke, and Professor McGonagall felt a burst of coolness, which made her goosebumps rise from the cold.
"Principal, there is one more thing about William's class schedule."
"What's the matter?" Dumbledore's tone didn't change at all.
"He has chosen all twelve courses. There are many time conflicts here. Do you need to apply for a time converter for him?" Professor McGonagall asked.
If the student loves learning too much, the professor can write all kinds of letters to the Ministry of Magic, telling them that the owner is a model student and will never use it for anything other than study.
Of course, there are very few students who meet the conditions, and they must be the kind of good students who are both good in character and learning.
Dumbledore crossed his hands and shook his head, "No, it's entirely up to him which class William wants to take, and he just needs to give him the exam at the end."
Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, but nodded. "Well, it seems that you have made up your mind. You always have your own reasons."
Dumbledore helped his glasses on the bridge of his twisted nose, and asked, "Any questions?"
"It's about... the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, everyone let me ask, especially Professor Snape.
During this time, you went to Austria to hold a wizarding conference. We heard that Lockhart is going to be a professor? "Professor McGonagall frowned.
Lockhart was a complete mess, and during school he caused all sorts of problems.
Lockhart told anyone who would listen: He would make a Philosopher's Stone before graduation, captain England to the Quidditch World Cup, and become Britain's youngest Minister for Magic.
Lockhart also craves attention and awards.
He asked the principal to start a school newspaper, just to see his name printed on it.
This was also Hogwarts' first newspaper, but it was full of praise for him, and then it was terminated.
Seeing that these "feats" didn't win him attention, he moved on to grander, more dramatic approaches.
Professor McGonagall didn't like the student at all, let alone come back to teach.
What a disaster.
So, why did Dumbledore want him back?
Wouldn't it be true that the two had some kind of special deal as Snape had guessed?
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(Thanks to "LIEbe" for the reward)
(End of this chapter)