Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

 Chapter 887 Dumbledore was betrayed

Of course Voldemort couldn't be that bored, coming here to listen to the Death Eaters report their boring experiences.

The purpose of his doing this was simply to determine whether any of these people were counterfeiters who had drank Polyjuice Potion.

Although Polyjuice Potion can perfectly transform into another person, it has a limit. Whether it is a sip or a crucible, the transformation can only last for a maximum of two hours, and then it will return to its original appearance.

If you want to maintain it, you must take another sip of potion during this period.

Voldemort took advantage of this restriction, gathered everyone together, and watched them spend more than three hours, until no one showed any change before leaving.

It can also be seen that Voldemort was indeed persecuted by Kyle and even began to doubt his own people.

Fortunately, Alastor Moody was prepared and the secret was not revealed.

After returning to Cornwall, he immediately walked into a shabby dark magic items shop, carefully closed the door, and came to a gray mirror.

'Lennis''s hair in the mirror has begun to change. There are a few obvious white hairs, and the originally well-fitting robe has become tight.

This is a sign that Polyjuice Potion is failing.

Moody took a bottle from the counter behind him, uncorked it and took a sip.

Her hair turned a dull blonde again, and her robes fit again.

But when he opened his mouth, he could clearly see that there were a few more gaps in his teeth. Although they were rear molars that were not easily noticed, they could still be found if you looked carefully enough.

Moody's throat moved, as if something was squeezed out of his stomach and vomited into his hand.

Those are several teeth.

Under the light, you can clearly see that there is a small hole in these teeth, which looks a bit like tooth decay.

Moody put his teeth on the table, looking solemn.

Although he made preparations this time, it was still somewhat insufficient due to time constraints. If Voldemort delayed for a little longer, he might be exposed.

Without hesitation, Moody put his wand into his mouth and swung it.

Three more teeth fell out, and the blood they brought fell down drop by drop from the corners of his mouth.

But Moody didn't care at all. He just carefully drilled a hole in the tooth with his wand, then swung it and picked it.

There seems to be some kind of change in the teeth, but nothing can be seen on the surface.

An entire bottle of Polyjuice Potion was poured into the teeth through the small hole, and Moody stuffed it back into his mouth.

He opened his mouth tentatively.

It’s okay, although it’s a bit unfamiliar, but at least it’s safe.

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Moody here tried his best to hide the polyjuice potion on himself in order not to be discovered, but Hogwarts on the other side was bustling with activity.

On Saturday, it was supposed to be a holiday to sleep in, but early in the morning, students were woken up by a loud knock on the door.

The prefects rushed around the common room, dragged everyone out of bed, and lined up the bleary-eyed people to go to the auditorium together.

"Really, we waited so hard until the weekend. What's going on? We need to go to the auditorium so early." Ron yawned and led a group of lower-grade students through the passage of the common room.

"You've complained three times since just now." Behind him, Hermione said dissatisfiedly: "Ron, don't forget that you are a prefect."

"Of course I know." Ron said nonchalantly: "So President of the Female Student Union, do you know what happened?"

"I don't know," Hermione said.

She just received a notice from the principal, asking her to take all the students to the auditorium. As for the specific reason, the principal did not say.

"Let's go quickly." Hermione urged: "The principal asked us to go to the auditorium for something important."

Everyone walked through the passage, and Ms. Violet in the portrait behind saw so many people coming out together, and subconsciously hid a wine glass behind her.

Her cheeks were red and she had obviously drank a lot.

"I really hope she can still hear the password later." Harry glanced behind him and muttered softly.

Ms. Violet had been drunk several times and students who wanted to go back to the common room had to wait until she woke up to pass the portrait.

In fact, the person in charge of this job was not her, but the Fat Madam. It was just that the Fat Madam had been feeling unwell recently, so she was temporarily replaced by this drunkard.

The portrait is unwell... This may sound weird, but it is true, and he saw it with his own eyes.

After Kyle went to the principal's office that day, the Fat Madam had been in a very agitated mood, and even changed her password five times within an hour.

From the melodious to the melodious, it is all related to singing.

But they couldn't remember the change five times an hour. Neville simply gave up and waited for others to take him in.

There was no other way, Professor McGonagall could only move the Fat Lady to another place, let her calm down first, and let Ms. Violet take over temporarily.

But this one isn't very reliable either.

The group of people walked down the stairs to the auditorium.

When they arrived, there were already many people here.

"There must be something big going on today." Ron looked at the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, at the front of the auditorium, and instantly woke up.

And not just the minister, but Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, the directors or deputy directors of several important departments, and reporters from the Daily Prophet.

This configuration is too exaggerated.

"Are the Death Eaters going to attack Hogwarts?" Harry said worriedly.

While he was talking, there was a sudden commotion outside, and it seemed like something huge fell heavily to the ground.

Then, Hagrid walked in from outside, followed by an equally huge witch.

Harry knew that person, Madame Maxime, the Headmaster of Beauxbatons.

But why is she here too? It's not the Triwizard Tournament now.

"Hagrid, what are you doing?" Ms. Maxim looked serious. "When I first received the message, I even thought it was a prank."

"Sorry, Olim." Hagrid said, "You may not believe it, but I went out just after receiving the news and happened to see your carriage."

"Are you kidding?" Ms. Maxim turned her head subconsciously.

"I swear, absolutely not," Hagrid said firmly.

"It's so strange." Maxim frowned deeply, "Dumbledore is obviously still alive, isn't he?"

Listening to their conversation, Harry felt even more nervous.

What on earth could have caused Ms. Maxim to come all the way from France...

He wanted to go over and ask, but Hagrid walked straight over as if he hadn't seen him.

There was no other way, so Harry had no choice but to sit at the long table with the other Gryffindors.

Many people came after that, but he didn't recognize them.

The only thing that didn't change was that these people all looked serious.

Harry even wondered for a moment whether Voldemort had appeared at the school gate to hold a pre-war mobilization rally.

"Hey, move over and make room for me."

A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting Harry's random thoughts, and he turned his head subconsciously.

"Kyle?" He looked at the person and blurted out: "Why are you here?"

"Come and see the fun," Kyle said.

This conversation is so familiar, it seems like I just heard it yesterday.

But the problem is, there is not so much fun to see in Hogwarts.

However, Kyle didn't explain and squeezed himself between Harry and Ginny. This move immediately made Ginny roll her eyes.

"Sorry." Kyle smiled, "This is the best position. If you are closer to the front, you will be easily seen by Professor McGonagall. You know, she won't let me come here again."

"Then you shouldn't come." Ginny said angrily, "You have graduated, why do you keep coming to Hogwarts?"

"You don't have to come at other times, but not today." Kyle shook his finger, "Today is a big day, it would be a shame to miss it."

"So what happened?" Harry asked curiously.

"You'll find out later." Kyle fiddled with a camera. "I promise, it will definitely make your jaw drop."

Seeing Kyle's mysterious look, Harry became even more curious.

"Just wait and see, it's pointless to say it now." Kyle took out a bottle of potion and put it next to him, "Besides, you may not believe it."

The developing potion can make the characters in the photo move, and you can process it directly after taking the photo in one step.

Harry rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been able to beat Kyle, he would have really wanted to...forget it. You have to be polite. Hitting someone will result in deductions.

But they didn't wait too long, and soon the guests arrived, as did the professors. Everyone looked at Dumbledore, who was belatedly arriving in the middle.

He wore a purple robe, and his beard and hair were carefully taken care of.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were all staring at Dumbledore without blinking.

"Welcome, welcome to all the guests who have come from afar, and to the students who have to say goodbye to the warm beds. I am very sorry that I need to take up some of your time during the precious weekend." There was a burst of whispering in the auditorium.

"Well, in order not to delay everyone's breakfast, I will keep the story short."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I, Albus Percival Dumbledore, once abandoned responsibility for my own personal problems and almost made an irreparable mistake. Here, I I need to apologize to everyone who ever believed in me.”

The surrounding chatter became louder.

"What did the principal do?" Ron didn't understand. "Isn't he always here?"

Hermione also frowned, not knowing why.

She said she almost made a big mistake because of personal issues, but she didn't remember it at all... The magic world has been so quiet recently, and nothing major happened at all.

Except for those who know the truth, everyone else thinks the same way.

The representative of the Daily Prophet quickly clicked the shutter to record this rare scene.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts, solemnly apologized in front of everyone... Although he didn't know what happened, he knew that this was big news and if it was written into an article, it would definitely sell out.

But this is not over yet.

Dumbledore stepped forward again, "I am ashamed of myself, and after careful consideration, I have decided to voluntarily resign as the Headmaster of Hogwarts!"

This sentence was like dropping a bomb in the auditorium, causing everyone to explode in an instant.

"Are you kidding me?" someone shouted.

"Crazy, crazy, I must be dreaming!"

"That's not funny!"

…

Various noisy sounds came and went, and nearly half of the people stood up excitedly.

No one could accept the loss of Dumbledore at Hogwarts, it was a disaster.

"Quiet!"

Dumbledore said loudly, his voice instantly covering the entire auditorium.

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Finnigan," he said. "And I'm over a hundred years old. I can't keep occupying the position of principal. It's not fair to others."

He made a little joke, but no one found it funny.

They didn't care who was the headmaster, but Hogwarts must not lose Dumbledore.

"Of course, I will still be in the school, just in another capacity." Dumbledore continued: "As for the candidate to replace me, after discussions with the school directors overnight, we agreed that Ms. Minerva McGonagall Sufficient for the job.”

Dumbledore took a step back, pointed to Professor McGonagall, who looked confused, and took the lead in applauding.

Amelia Bones followed suit and started clapping.

She had known about this for a long time, so she was not surprised.

More and more people are joining in.

Moments later, applause echoed throughout the auditorium.

As long as Dumbledore is still at Hogwarts, everything else doesn't matter, and it's not unacceptable for Professor McGonagall to be the principal.

A few Gryffindors even stood up excitedly.

Only Professor McGonagall, who was surrounded by applause, had not yet reacted.

That's not right, that's not right, why did she become the principal?

Who can tell her what happened!

At this moment, Professor McGonagall suddenly felt someone pushing him...

It was Professor Sprout. She calmly came to the side and whispered: "Minerva, what are you waiting for? Everyone is waiting for you."

Only then did Professor McGonagall react and raised her head.

Sure enough, everyone's eyes shifted from Dumbledore to her.

But the problem is, she has no idea what happened.

"Congratulations, Minerva." Dumbledore came over and said softly: "Now you need to give an inaugural speech. This is a necessary process."

Professor McGonagall's eye twitched.

At this time, she also reacted.

It must be Dumbledore.

He didn't want to deal with those documents, so he simply gave her the position of principal. This must be right.

Professor McGonagall took a few deep breaths.

She didn't expect Dumbledore to be so decisive. Knowing that she couldn't agree, he used this method to kill first and then tell...

The people at the Daily Prophet down there were almost smoking as they pressed the shutter button.

If she refuses to be the principal at this time, tomorrow... no, today at noon, Hogwarts will become a joke to the entire wizarding world.

There was no other way. Professor McGonagall, who had been pushed to the top, could only go to the front, look at the students, reporters, school directors, Minister of Magic, and other principals of magic schools below, and said bravely:

"I'm honored..."

Professor McGonagall's mind was buzzing and she didn't even know how the inauguration ceremony ended.

The students were also confused. They had thought a lot, but they had never imagined that they were called to the auditorium on weekend mornings to announce the change of principal.

Originally, there would be breakfast after the ceremony, but in this case, no one was in the mood to eat. Everyone gathered together in small groups and discussed intensely what had just happened.

On the other side, Dumbledore, who resigned voluntarily, returned to the principal's office early and began to consciously pack up his belongings, including the Mirror of Erised, the Pensieve, and Fox's perch...

Forget about the silverware on the table, leaving it behind will serve a greater purpose.

At this time, the door opened.

Kyle poked his head in.

"Hey, principal, do you want to make room?"

"Yes." When he saw Kyle, Dumbledore breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief. "You have to keep some dignity. It would be too ugly if you were driven away."

"I don't think Professor McGonagall will chase you away." Kyle shook his head. "She probably wants to kill you. When she spoke just now, I even heard the sound of grinding her teeth."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but his hands moved faster.

"Don't worry, sir." Kyle smiled and said, "Professor McGonagall is at the door, you can't run away."

Dumbledore's hand froze.

"How do you know..."

"Because I brought her here." Kyle smiled even more happily, "I went to find her after I saw you leaving the auditorium."

"Why...child." Dumbledore felt betrayed. "What good will this do to you?"

"I told her you might want to slip away and she forgave me and returned to Hogwarts, which was a fair deal."

"This... I can do that too," Dumbledore said. "Hogwarts welcomes every graduate to come back and visit."

"You are not the principal." Kyle shook his finger, "Times have changed, Mr. Dumbledore, now it is Professor McGonagall... No, Principal McGonagall has the final say, your promise is useless."

So realistic.

Dumbledore sighed. He used to call himself professor, but now less than ten minutes after he resigned, he immediately changed his title to sir.

All right…

Dumbledore sighed, and waited for Minerva to come to the door.

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement from the door.

"We still have time." Kyle said, "Principal McGonagall promised me to let us be alone for a while so that I can give the gift to you first."

"Gift?"

"Well, it's a resignation gift." Kyle said, "It's a little bit of my personal gratitude."

Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Kyle with interest. After knowing that Minerva would not break in now, he was not anxious.

As long as he is not caught red-handed, he can use the phoenix to leave the principal's office... It seems that Kyle's betrayal is not complete yet.

"I'm curious, what are you going to give me?" In a good mood, Dumbledore also ordered a cup of black tea.

"This." Kyle slapped his hand on the table.

Then Dumbledore saw a photo in front of him.

"What is this?" he asked subconsciously.

"The whole process of the blood alliance between you and Mr. Grindelwald in 1899." Kyle said, "I think you will like it."

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(End of chapter)