Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Inside the office.

Professor McGonagall sat behind the desk, with a sneer on her lips, looking at Dumbledore standing in front of her.

"Sorry, Albus, I almost didn't recognize you after not seeing you for so long."

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly, but he felt bitter in his heart.

After so many years, Minerva's ability to mock people is still so powerful.

The two of them are now like the dean scolding students.

Dumbledore instinctively lowered his head, with a hint of flattery in his voice:.

"Minerva, I have already gone to the Ministry of Magic to find Fudge. They will send a team of Aurors to manage the Dementors, and such things will never happen again."

"Isn't this what you should do?" Professor McGonagall's expression remained unchanged: "You have to take action after something happens, and you still want me to praise you~?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore said quickly: "I just want to say that fortunately there was no problem this time, thanks to you and Wayne."

"If you were in school, you could also solve it easily."

Professor McGonagall said decisively, which was both trust in Dumbledore and disappointment in him.

"Albus, what are you doing? Why did you leave school at the beginning of the term!" Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with an 'angry' look.

"Minerva..."

Dumbledore still didn't tell the story about the Horcruxes and Tom. This secret was too crucial.

The more people knew about it, the greater the risk of the news leaking out.

Now he didn't even know how many Horcruxes Voldemort had. If more people knew about it, and Voldemort heard about it, he would move other Horcruxes.

It would become even more difficult to find.

Even... Voldemort might make more Horcruxes, which would be a nightmare.

So far, only Wayne, Grindelwald, and Nicolas Flamel knew about it.

And the result of choosing to conceal it was that he was scolded by Professor McGonagall for half an hour.

In the end, Dumbledore felt that he had lost his mind.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall finally remembered that he was just a vice-president, so he let him go.

But she also made Dumbledore promise that he would not disappear without reason this semester.

After leaving the office, Dumbledore sighed.

Finally, he passed this level.

Fawkes flew out to play as soon as he came back, so he could only walk back to the office by himself, ready to rest for a while, and then let Wayne come to discuss Crouch and the Holy Grail.

The little wizards he met along the way greeted him with surprise, which also made Dumbledore smile more.

When he arrived at the eighth floor, the gargoyle stone beast suddenly came to life.

"Oh my God, Dumbledore, you are back?"

"I almost forgot that you are the owner of this place."

The gargoyle stone beast's expression was vivid, making Dumbledore's eyelids twitchJumped.

Did McGonagall teach it this?

"I have no plans to resign recently." Dumbledore forced a smile: "No need to make such a fuss, right?"

"Well, it's not long, but I'm a little uncomfortable with your sudden appearance."

The gargoyle twisted its body and asked: "So, what's the password?"

Thinking that the gargoyle was joking with him, Dumbledore also laughed: "Colorful Sundae, my memory is not that bad."

"No." The gargoyle shook his head, with no intention of opening the door.

Dumbledore: "???"

"Stop it, I'm very tired now. I changed the password after the school started. How could I remember it wrong?"

The gargoyle still refused to let him go: "This is the previous password, not the current one. You can't go in if you don't answer it correctly~"

"I didn't remember changing the password." Dumbledore has begun to doubt his life. Is his memory really that bad?

"You didn't change it. It was Lawrence who changed it." The gargoyle said as a matter of course.

Dumbledore's breathing stagnated and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What Lucius Malfoy said yesterday suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Do you think this is your headmaster's office and you can go in whenever you want?"

Dumbledore wanted to pull Lucius Malfoy here to show him that entering Fudge's office is indeed much easier than going back to his own office.

Just then, the gargoyle stone beast let out a light "huh" and suddenly jumped away, clearing the passage behind it.

"Lawrence asked you to go in. Remember to memorize the password next time, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore: "..."

Dumbledore walked into the passage with black eyes. Even with his hundreds of years of quality, he felt the urge to curse at this moment.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't stop this kid.

Even the password of the principal's office can be changed. If it's a while later, will he become the former principal?

Old Dumbledore, who was a little angry, pulled open the bronze door knocker and walked quickly into the office.

"You're back. Come on, sit down. Please wait for me."

Wayne was sitting at his original seat, writing furiously at his desk, as if he was writing a letter to someone.

Seeing the boy's serious look, Dumbledore almost blurted out "Principal Lawrence".

I was really confused.

Five minutes later, Wayne put away the quill and parchment and smiled at Dumbledore.

"Principal, you are finally back."

Dumbledore said with a fake smile: "If you don't come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter this office anymore."

"What are you talking about."

Wayne made way for Dumbledore to sit back on his throne, and he went to the opposite side.

The young man said sincerely: "Your office is large and quiet. I just used it a few times. You won't be angry, right?"

"How many times is how many times?"

"Well... come every day."

Okay, okay.

Dumbledore was so angry that he laughed.

You might as well just sleep here. The bedroom is upstairs.

But if he really wanted to get angry at the boy in front of him, Dumbledore found that he couldn't do it.

Wayne completed the task assigned to him very well, almost perfectly.

He diverted the conflict from Dean Thomas and others' suicidal behavior, and finally made a big thing small, and a small thing nothing, and it became an internal solution of the school.

When Sirius Black sneaked into the castle, he also kept the Dementors out.

Most importantly, if Wayne hadn't taken action yesterday, Harry's injury would have been light, and it would not be impossible for him to be smashed into a pulp.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore's depression also dissipated by half.

It's normal for children to be a little lively, and Wayne didn't do anything bad.

It just made him, the headmaster, almost unable to return home.

It's good now, so there's no need to ask people to find him.

"Mr. Lawrence, I've met Barty." Dumbledore took out the Holy Grail that Crouch gave him.

"Let's not discuss the Holy Grail issue first. I heard him say that you want to support him in his campaign for Minister of Magic?"

"That's right." Wayne answered very straightforwardly: "I think Crouch is more suitable for the position of Minister than Fudge, at least for me."

"Headmaster, you won't start to be hostile to me because of this, just like you are wary of Voldemort."

A lie needs more lies to cover it up.

And the more lies you tell, the easier it is to be exposed.

As long as you tell the truth, you will have no weaknesses, and you don't have to carefully consider whether every sentence will reveal flaws and inconsistencies.

The whole person will be very relaxed, without any psychological burden.

Wayne couldn't say every word sincerely, but whenever he could avoid lying, he would choose to tell the truth.

For example, Wayne had never thought of hiding his relationship with Crouch, otherwise he would not have let him hand over the Holy Grail to Dumbledore.

His directness even surprised Dumbledore, who didn't expect Wayne to be so frank.

After a brief moment of surprise, he was deeply relieved.

He liked this way of communication.

Dumbledore said in a gentle voice: "Of course not, I remember I said many times that the only thing you and Tom have in common is that you both have excellent talents."

"Besides that, I can't think of any other point that can connect you."

"I don't oppose your desire for power, and I won't stop you."

Many people have a misunderstanding about Old Dumbledore, that is, he is a person with a strong desire for control.

All wizards in the magic world are his pawns. After Harry entered school, every step of his actions was carefully planned by him. As long as an ambitious wizard appeared,Master, either become his enemy or become a part of his plan.

But in fact, if Dumbledore was really so amazing, he would not have been tricked by Voldemort on the Resurrection Stone and died after a year.

The reason why Dumbledore calculated so much is because the magic world is in a period of transition and there is no one who can carry the banner.

After his death, no one can stop Voldemort, and with the influence of the prophecy, he chose to let Harry die first.

What Dumbledore opposed was always Voldemort, Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who would endanger the overall safety of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, not a normal ambitious person.

Wayne made such a choice because he understood Dumbledore's character.

"It's not that I yearn for power, I just need an environment where I am not disturbed by power." Wayne looked at Dumbledore and shook his head: "I am a delicate person. I can't be like you, who is restricted and harassed by the Ministry of Magic all day long and still not angry."

"So, if you choose someone who gets along with me to take the stage, everyone will have less trouble."

"It's a very free and easy idea." Dumbledore sighed with some envy.

I envy Wayne's clear goals and his ability to put them into practice.

Even though he knew that this was the easiest way for him, he didn't allow himself to do so because he was too willful.

"Then how did you convince Barty?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Since the failure of the last election for minister, all of Barty's ambitions have disappeared. When I met him this time, I seemed to see the tough director of the Law Enforcement Department more than a decade ago."

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"I have learned some of Mr. Crouch's past." Wayne tapped the handle with his fingers.

"He has a son who was imprisoned in Azkaban by him. After in-depth investigation, I found..."

"It seems that the Crouch family has no descendants?"

Dumbledore's face immediately became strange.

Wayne continued: "Mr. Crouch is now unable to do it, but with the help of the Phoenix King, the glory of the Crouch family should be able to continue."

This is not to lie to Old Dumbledore. Except for concealing the existence of little Barty, everything Wayne said is true.

The big one was ruined, and Crouch had to consider the continuation of the family. After learning about the magical power of the Phoenix King, Crouch was tempted.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. This was indeed an irresistible temptation.

The first question was answered, and he looked at the Holy Grail on the table again.

"Can you tell me about this cup?"

"I also got it by accident." Wayne picked up the Holy Grail and played with it: "You should have seen that there is a powerful seal on it. I can't tell what wonderful changes will happen after it is unlocked."

"Indeed, I studied it all night and couldn't shake the huge magic on it."

"So youHave you agreed?" Wayne asked curiously.

"Still considering it." Dumbledore looked at the Holy Grail.

If he hadn't detected any dark magic from the Holy Grail, he wouldn't even consider it and would have rejected Crouch directly.

But the unknown in the magic world means danger, and he is still hesitant.

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"Give it a try." Wayne urged: "I'll let the Phoenix King take care of it, and I can save him even if he's not dead."

Dumbledore's face darkened.

What kind of words are these.

The reason why the Triwizard Tournament was suspended was because it was too dangerous, and some students died during the competition.

After so many people's efforts, if there is a problem in the first session, there will be no possibility of restarting it in the future.

"I'll study it again. "Dumbledore decided to check the Holy Grail again in detail. He would agree only after he was sure there was no problem.

"Then give me an answer as soon as possible." Wayne stood up and said, "I'll leave first if there's nothing else. Hermione is waiting for me to have lunch."

"Wait." Dumbledore looked at the boy helplessly.

"Did you forget something?"

"No." Wayne scratched his head in confusion.

"Password!" Dumbledore's beard fluttered.

"Oh, yes, the password is spicy hot pot." Wayne smiled embarrassedly.

After he set the password, he himself never used it.

The other professors knew that Dumbledore was not in school, and they would not come to the principal's office.

So...the first person to be stopped was actually Dumbledore himself?

"This is a good dish. If you are interested, you can try it. Colen made it very delicious. ”

After saying that, Wayne ran away.

He was afraid that Dumbledore would be furious and want to challenge him in the Imperial City.

“.......”

“This kid…”

The only feeling Dumbledore had now was exhaustion.

Occupying his office, changing his password, and even using his elf!

The only person who could empathize with him the most now was Snape. Only the two of them had experienced this kind of helplessness of being angry and having no way to deal with each other.

After sulking for a while, Dumbledore managed to calm down.

Beginning Thinking about what Wayne just said.

It has nothing to do with the Holy Grail, which can be put off for a while, he has plenty of time to study.

It has something to do with Crouch.

What Wayne said just now woke him up.

The Crouch family... has no descendants.

The same is true for the Dumbledore family?

Originally, there was a single descendant in their generation, but he died as early as the 1940s.

Before there was no Phoenix King, Dumbledore had never thought about this.

But now he has some thoughts.

He is no longer capable, and this is how his life will be, but he still has a brother who has proven his ability.

Being able to give birth to a wizard as gifted as Graydens proves that Aberforth is very good at giving birth.

Why not ask Wayne to help Aberforth regain his youth and continue the bloodline of the Dumbledore family?

The more he thought about it, the more Dumbledore was tempted.

But for a moment he didn't know what price he should pay to invite the Phoenix King.

Crouch paid his loyalty, what else can he give?

Gurgle~

Suddenly, there was a strange sound from his stomach, and Dumbledore realized that he hadn't eaten for a day.

Thinking of the spicy hot pot Wayne had just mentioned, he tapped his fingers and prepared to try it.

On the other side.

Wayne finished his meal, took the letter he had just written from the principal's office, and returned to the common room.