Hogwarts: A Thousand Layers of Fluorescence at the Beginning

Crazy, crazy, this world will still look like a madman after all!

When Draco watched White pointing the wand at Dumbledore, the left brain punched the right brain hard, and the right brain kicked the left brain back not to be outdone.

The whole world begins to collapse. what happened? what happened?

At the end of his life, the first-year students singled out Dumbledore, who sent away two Dark Lords one after another.

Hallucinations are all hallucinations. I actually found trouble with such an evil star. Could it be that I would dare to point my wand at Dumbledore in the future?

“Stop it, hit it, stop it!”

“Stop it!”

Draco Malfoy’s mind has been broken. Just thinking about that scene has completely destroyed him.

“I was wrong.”

Draco’s words were slurred, and his face was covered with tears mixed with snot. No matter how arrogant Draco was, he knew that if White took action against Dumbledore, things would get serious.

Things would continue to escalate. It was originally just a lesson for White, but it would be interpreted as a provocation to Dumbledore by those rival families who saw their family survive the period of liquidating the Death Eaters.

Even if Dumbledore didn’t care, Fudge from the authorities would take it for granted. Under the guise of asking for an explanation, Dumbledore broke into Malfoy Manor again and took away the last Galleons of the Malfoy family.

Not to mention, Draco was struggling to breathe while looking at him, and his body was so high with pus. Senior, I have a ridiculous idea in my mind.

If it is White, he might win!

But White can even kill Dumbledore, how can he, Draco Malfoy, leave alive?

Don’t fight, he will be beaten.

Why did it get to this point! It ‘s all that guy’s fault.

He had to encourage people to beat up White at noon. If it weren’t for him, how could he dare to fight against that guy? It’s both

White’s and that little Gryffindor wizard’s fault for saying that word,

Goyle!

“Draco, if you’re scared, you’d better hide under the sofa now.”

Snape was agitated and full of firepower. He was going to catch White now and use the power of mind grabbing to find out who made him play with his teeth like this!

“Professor, I was wrong, I was wrong. Draco cried, crawling towards Dumbledore and Snape

“I shouldn’t have listened to Gower, and I shouldn’t have led people to surround White.”

Draco has completely forgotten Slytherin’s teachings about honor. At this moment, he is walking on the ground with no face.

It’s good that he can avoid being expelled after causing such a big disaster, and he still dares to talk about Slytherin. ?

The wand in White’s hand has been pointed at Snape and Dumbledore.

“Containment?”

Snape’s face was stiff.

Didn’t Crabbe talk about the conflict?

Didn’t Malfoy say that he was bullied by White one-sidedly in the morning?

Why is it being surrounded now?

Snape felt a chill in his heart, as if he was doing it again wrong

“Professor, I was really wrong. I should not have allowed that bastard Goyle to call White and the little Gryffindor witch a mudblood.”

Dumbledore’s face hardened.

Snape’s hands softened when he heard those three words.

White actually fought for this?

Snape’s neck was stiff and he looked at the figure standing in the lounge, like a mountain. Standing White, with such determined eyes and decisive actions, had he ever defended Lily’s reputation like this?

Snape thought about how many times he had thoughtlessly criticized the theory of blood in order to gain a foothold among the Death Eaters. Agreed, maybe I didn’t…

A thought that I had never dared to think about in the past took root in Snape’s memory, sprouting and blossoming into a blood-stained flower in the blink of an eye.

Could it be that, in fact, it was really… that afternoon, It wasn’t that the Mudblood blurted out the words out of anger, but that he had recited it silently in his mind many times, but remained calm and didn’t speak.

“The senior student lying on the ground.”

Snape suddenly hoped to find a trace of stain on White to relieve himself a little bit, no, even a little bit of guilt.

Draco cried and told the truth.

Indeed, White was not unreasonable, he was the provocation First.

But those words were like a heavy weight that made Snape’s heart slow down.

“White asked me to call out all those who were dissatisfied with his origin and the origin of the little Gryffindor witch.”

“He didn’t need Slytherin to protect the young wizard from being trapped in a bully rut.”

“What he wants is that from today on, no one dares to say the word mudblood to him or the little witch in Gryffindor, or even dare to point fingers.”

“He wanted to fight the hostility of Slytherin alone.”

Dumbledore said nothing.

Snape held back tears. White was far better than him!

“Principal Dumbledore, Professor Snape, you haven’t answered me yet!”

Looking directly at Hogwarts, the evil heroes and even the most powerful wizard in the world, White showed no sign of wavering, and even had a vague sense of accountability.

His clothes were stained with dust, his demeanor was elegant, and his childish face had a trace of origin. The blood of the enemy.

The little girls in Slytherin were already wet with what White had done for Hermione.

They wished they were the little witch in Gryffindor.

Snape lowered his wand and never bent it. The back is now as bent as a crescent moon

“No, Mr. Phoenix”

“Professor Snape, this is not the time to say this yet.”

Dumbledore patted Snape on the shoulder.

“Go inform Madam Pomfrey and ask her to prepare. There is a big job today.”

“It’s not enough to just listen to one side of the story. Girls, do us a favor and carry these young men. Let’s go to the school doctor’s office together.”

“When you get there, you may be asked to stay for a while and cooperate with your dean in doing some investigations.”

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the Slytherin witches in the corridor began to lift up the male wizards who had been put down by White.

But the method was particularly cruel.

A talented man and a beautiful woman are a perfect match. Do you want toad monsters to object?

Dumbledore Lido and Snape led a long procession out of the dungeon.

“Mr. White, if you don’t mind, you can use fluorescent flashes. After all, you may be more professional than me in this area.”Dumbledore said with a smile.

……

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the window with the five Gryffindors who still refused to sleep.

“Hey, look over there.”

Seamus was the first person to notice the movement downstairs again.

“So many people!”

Harry looked at the long and dense queue that appeared under the bright light downstairs in surprise.

“This is not just a first-year wizard, right?”

Ron was speechless.

“Maybe there will be a second grade. Neville made a bold guess.

Professor McGonagall smiled bitterly. She could see clearly through the light from downstairs that the person walking at the front was obviously an outstanding seventh-year Slytherin student.

Only Hermione anxiously opened the window and Half of her body was leaning out of the window.

The night wind blew, and her short flaxen hair covered her eyes as she anxiously searched for White. Hermione sobbed and hurriedly pulled away, why couldn’t she find him?

“White!”

Hermione shouted out White’s name anxiously

“Miss Granger, don’t lean out of the window so dangerously.”

Professor McGonagall pulled Hermione back.

White looked up and vaguely saw that the window of the Gryffindor lounge was open. It seemed that Hermione was lying there, and then someone pulled her back.

White waved his wand, She didn’t speak.

Although she didn’t hear White’s response, Hermione looked at the bright light downstairs and felt particularly at ease.

It must be White’s response to the Slytherin witches who had been eating all night. When I saw the heroine of the story, I couldn’t help but shout in unison

“”Oh” came out, the voice was loud enough that Hermione upstairs could hear it.

Her cheeks were red, and her ears were steaming.

“Professor I’m going to bed.”

Hermione left in a hurry.

Professor McGonagall couldn’t hold back the smile on her lips.

Tsk, tsk, this sour smell of youth

“Young man, why are you not sleeping yet? Are you late for class tomorrow?”

Professor McGonagall turned to look at the four little wizards who didn’t understand what they were saying. Ah, I was always there, but why do I feel like I missed a hundred million.