Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"What the hell are you playing?"

Professor Maoge turned into Professor McGonagall, her voice filled with cold anger.

"You didn't sleep in the middle of the night, but ran into the corridor and made a lot of noise. Professor Dumbledore also explicitly prohibited students from entering the corridor on the fourth floor. Because of this, you should be expelled."

She looked at Parsifal and the others one after another.

"Professor Dumbledore said he didn't recommend it, but he didn't say..."

Parsifal wanted to whisper, but Professor McGonagall stopped him with a look.

"Forget it, Harry, just ask for your blessings."

Parsifal, who was sure that the pot could not hit him on the head, changed his position and leaned against the door more comfortably. Because of his "catch-up lessons," the professors won't punish him for hanging around the castle during curfew hours.

"Professor, it's me."

There was some hesitation, but Harry still stood up.

"Um"

Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed and she looked at Harry seriously, leaving him unsure of what to say.

"That, we, we, are..."

He stammered in reply, his eyes constantly glancing at Ron, looking for help. But Ron stood there like a wooden man, and Professor McGonagall's words of "expulsion" frightened him.

No matter who initiated the duel, it was strictly prohibited at Hogwarts, and they had violated probably at least thirty to forty school rules.

"Scarhead was able to become a Chaser in his first year. I think he must have used some means to do it. I also want to join the college's Quidditch team. This is a forbidden corridor, talk here No one will find out."

Malfoy stood up, still looking domineering, and said glibly. But his voice sounded a little shaky, and the right hand holding the wand was nervously clenched into a fist.

"Is that so Potter, and Weasley?"

Professor McGonagall was surprised and embarrassed. Draco Malfoy's father is one of the most influential school governors at Hogwarts. Even if she sees that this may not be the case, she does not want to make an easy decision when it comes to school directors. Decide.

"Uh, professor, yes."

Harry was a little hesitant. He had never thought that Malfoy would come to the rescue at such a tense moment, and he was a little hesitant to tell the truth. But Ron behind him pinched him hard and made him nod quickly. Ron himself nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I feel very angry. In my college, four students didn't sleep and broke in to do this kind of thing."

Professor McGonagall was very angry, her cheeks bulged a little, and her expression was serious.

"Miss Granger, I thought you had a clearer mind than this. And you, Mr. Potter, I thought you valued Gryffindor's honor very much. All three of you will be incarcerated, and , Gryffindor was deducted 50 points."

"50"

Harry's voice sounded like it was floating in the air.

"50 points each."

Professor McGonagall said, snorting heavily from her long pointed nose and giving Hermione a deep look.

"Professor, please don't", "You can't", Harry and Hermione were frightened by Professor McGonagall's decision.

It's only been a month, and 150 points have been deducted from the academy. Even after Parsifal saved Neville, he didn't earn that much back.

"You don't need to tell me what I can do, Potter, now I want you all to go back to your dormitories. I have never felt so blushing for a Gryffindor student."

Professor McGonagall pointed in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, her lips pursed together.

"As for you, Mr. Malfoy, I think I need to talk to Professor Snape before I can decide on your punishment, but I'm sure you're not in a hurry to go back to sleep."

After the three of them left, she turned to Malfoy and led him towards Dean Slytherin's lounge underground, as if she had deliberately ignored Parsifal.

"Professor, where did you start?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Parsifal spoke to the air. He felt something was wrong just now. There was such a loud movement, but Professor McGonagall turned a blind eye and only punished it by wandering around outside in the middle of the night.

Either Dumbledore hired the most unreliable Head of Gryffindor ever and made her the Transfiguration professor, or she knew what was going on. Such a harsh attitude was not to punish them for traveling at night, but to punish them for lying in front of the professor.

"Oh, let's start from where you want to say hello again. You know, it's always hard for old people to sleep well. Minerva came a little later, probably after Mr. Malfoy used that wonderful leg-locking spell. after."

Dumbledore, wearing pink pajamas, suddenly appeared next to Parsifal, patted him on the shoulder and said.

"While you were sleeping, there were still professors working hard. How long do you want to wait?"

Parsifal curled his lips. He didn't believe that Dumbledore couldn't kill the Man with the Back of the Head. Instead, he felt that the White Wizard was deliberately waiting for something.

Just like fruits can only be picked after they are ripe.

“Although it’s a little late, there’s nothing wrong with having a cup of calming tea before going to bed.”

Dumbledore put his slender hand on Parsifal's shoulder, and after a soft sound, the two appeared in the arched principal's office.

The white wizard sat back at the long table, still wearing his somewhat questionable nightgown, and the familiar tray and teacup appeared on the table. However, the snacks this time are no longer the golden honey candies, but replaced by a small plate of cookies that look a bit like jelly.

But what hasn’t changed is the same tangy sweetness as the “Zi Zi Honey Candy”.

"Old people are really not suitable for eating snacks."

Eat a cookie, Parsifal said seriously.

"Injuring the centaur but not killing it? This is indeed not his style, and there is also that bizarre whereabouts."

But the white wizard ignored Parsifal and was thinking carefully about what he just said. Perhaps the person who is most familiar with Voldemort in the world is not Voldemort, but the old man in front of Parsifal who has lived for more than a hundred years.

After a moment, the white wizard raised his head and looked at Parsifal.

"Parsifal, can I trust you?"

His blue eyes were unfathomable. Once again, Dumbledore raised the question.

"I'm sorry, but I think you should trust yourself the most."

The answer didn't change, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his blue eyes.

"It's getting late, Parsifal, I think you need some rest too."

Dumbledore sighed, stood up, and prepared to send Parsifal away.

But this time he did not choose to leave, but picked up the teapot and refilled himself a cup.

"But Professor, before I go to bed, I would like to hear you tell some stories that may not be so boring, okay?"