I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Principal's office,

Dumbledore opened the door and walked in, only to see that Professor McGonagall was already in the room.

Professor McGonagall was sitting on a chair, listening to the Sorting Hat singing with a drake voice, but her stern face and tight lips all showed that she was almost at the limit of her patience.

Minerva, why are you here? Dumbledore said in surprise.

I want to report to you. Professor McGonagall said a little strangely: Where did you go?

Usually, after the dinner party, Dumbledore would go straight back to the office. She waited for a long time without seeing anyone... It was fine to wait, but it was hard to be tortured by the noise of the Sorting Hat.

I just went to Poppy's dental. Dumbledore walked over and sat down on the chair.

Didn't you just change your teeth last year? Professor McGonagall was surprised: You also said that Miss Granger's father's treatment skills are good.

That's the tooth on the left. Dumbledore said with a smile, This time it's the tooth on the right. It hurts badly just now. Maybe it's because I ate too many chocolate cheese Martian bars...

You don't want to eat so many sweet things anymore.

Oh... I finally had time to go to a Muggle supermarket... I brought back a lot of stock...

You just ate all the stockpile?!

Before you know it, take it easy Minerva, I actually want to share some with you.

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Professor McGonagall couldn't help but glared at Dumbledore, did she mean that?

Minerva, what do you want me to report to? Dumbledore stared at Professor McGonagall.

There are portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters hanging on the walls. They no longer pretended to be asleep, and quietly opened their eyes to listen.

What else can there be? A wizard with a goatee and a silver and green Slytherin costume on the wall sneered:

Surely it's about those two students who came to school in a flying car. Gryffindor has fallen to this level now?

Phineas, you can rest assured that in this regard, Slytherin and Gryffindor are equal. A Gryffindor-born headmaster retorted.

The portraits all quarreled with each other.

Professor McGonagall ignored the quarrel between the portraits and said in a low voice:

Professor Dumbledore, I asked Potter again, and he was pretty sure the walls of Platform 9 were impenetrable, but before that, the Weasleys just went in.

This is indeed something that has never happened before. Dumbledore said with deep eyes:

To seal that entrance, you need a lot of magic power, it can't be a student's prank.

It could also be that Potter is lying. Phineas interjected again:

If this kind of student was changed to my era, he would have been hung in the dungeon and whipped with a leather whip.

Thank you for your advice, Phineas! Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, crossing his hands, But I believe Potter and Weasley are not lying.

I will investigate this matter. Dumbledore said calmly, Is there anything else, Minerva?

Pomona and the others asked me to ask how long Lockhart will stay here. Professor McGonagall said softly.

According to previous experience, I don't think he will last more than a year. Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

One year! I might not even be able to bear it for a week. Professor McGonagall sighed:

I still remember how Lockhart looked when he was in school... He told everyone that he would make the Philosopher's Stone before graduation; he would lead the England Quidditch team to win the World Cup, and he said he would become the youngest Minister of Magic in the UK... ...

When he graduated, I breathed a sigh of relief! I didn't expect to come back again!

And what he wrote, how many are true? Professor McGonagall said.

Things may be true, but Lockhart did not do it. Dumbledore straightened his glasses and said:

Minerva, I happen to have a few friends who forgot some important things after coming into contact with Lockhart, and those things they forgot appear in Lockhart's book majestically.

The protagonist also turned into Lockhart himself...

How dare he?! Professor McGonagall looked stunned. She thought Lockhart was just bragging, but she didn't expect to do such a thing?

I believe that if Lockhart is placed in Hogwarts, he will be exposed sooner or later. Dumbledore said softly.

But, following such a teacher, what can students learn? Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked out the window, he said slowly:

Students can learn a lot from such a bad teacher... what not to do, what not to be.

Minerva, do you know? Sometimes I feel that our education is too simple. We only teach students magic, but we don't guide them properly. Don't go down the road of no return.

Lockhart is where our education fails.

The old man stood up and said softly:

How many roads does a person have to walk before he is worthy of the title of a person... These educations are sometimes more important than magic itself.

Professor McGonagall bowed his head in thought.

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late at night,

Hufflepuff lounge.

Rove was wearing loose pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a crackling sound in my ear.

The teenager opened his eyes to see a ghost in a long skirt, passing through the wall and floating into the Hufflepuff common room.

Rove didn't exchange pleasantries, and said straight to the point: The fat monk said you have something to ask me?

Helena sat down beside him, and said softly: I saw the newspaper, which said that you attended Nicole Flamel's secret meeting?

It's not a secret meeting, it's just Nico's funeral. Rove knew what she was thinking and explained:

I asked for you. Even Nicole Flamel can't resist the invasion of time, and he doesn't know how to revive you.

The female ghost with waist-length hair didn't speak, but sat down next to the boy with her knees hugged, with a pitiful look on his face.

Rove ignored the gloomy Helena, he thought for a while, pointed to the portrait of Hufflepuff on the fireplace, and asked:

I saw a house-elf in a picture frame, you know?

There used to be a house elf by Hufflepuff's side. Helena rested her chin on her lap, and said softly:

But I haven't seen the portrait of the house elf. I can ask you. The other portraits of Hogwarts will always know.

Then thank you.

Helena, whose long hair was scattered on the sofa like a green lotus, raised her head and asked, Why are you looking for it?

Rove didn't answer. He only mentioned the contents of those four paintings to Newt, and even Shirley and the others didn't know about them. How could he tell Helena.

Helena didn't ask too much about this matter, she continued: When do you have time, I will take you to see my mother's grave?

Let's talk about it. Luo Fu looked like a scumbag deliberately hanging on to the woman. In his heart, Helena was also the top green tea in the millennium.

Green tea vs. scumbag... can be regarded as evenly matched opponents, it just depends on who can take advantage of it in the end.

That's right. Rove put his fingertips together and said, The fat monk reminds me, be careful if the blood man Barrow finds out about meeting you, he will make trouble for me.

Helena bit her lip, her eyes mixed with hatred and fear, and said:

I have nothing to do with him. I will tell him that I will marry you, even if it is a ghost marriage! Let him die!

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