curse the world at hogwarts

Regarding the sudden launch of this sport in the school, Dumbledore almost had his beard pulled out.

Madam Pomfrey, who has been in charge of the school hospital for many years and is very knowledgeable in the wards, believes that the school is insulting her professionalism by carrying out such work without letting her play with it.

Professor McGonagall also agreed with this point. After all, the matter had reached the point where it was possible to fight. As the (non-permanent) president of the Hogwarts Witches' Sorority, she had to say a few words.

Ban occupational discrimination against women!

With no choice, Dumbledore had no choice but to draw Professor McGonagall into his small group again and told her everything about the basilisk.

Professor McGonagall turned around and said to Madam Pomfrey: "Poppy, let me say something fair..."

In the next few days, all the students who passed by the school hospital saw Madam Pomfrey's bad temper and how bad she could make the potion smell.

Even Lockhart, who was still in the school hospital trying to cheat his salary, wanted to run away for his life overnight. He suspected that Madam Pomfrey was going to dissect him!

Unfortunately, Pomfrey pushed him back with one claw, and ferociously poured a glass of fatal potion into the whimpering man...

Is it true that the Four Iron-Blooded Madams have gained their fame in vain?

"There's no way! The basilisk can't be exposed directly!"

In response to Professor McGonagall's condemnation, Rhine could only show his hands.

"Can we personally make sure the basilisk is safe, can students? Can parents? Can society?"

You know, the basilisk has original sin, and its snake eyes are a passive skill that can be blamed a hundred times in advance.

Little wizards are indeed not Muggle children, they have big hearts.

But their mouths are bigger.

How could it be that Hogwarts' reputation as a generator of rumors and gossip in the wizarding world is in vain?

"so!"

Rhine continued to explain.

"To get started, the principal has to create clever names, win over professors, and deceive students."

"You have to take the test so that the students can follow the test..."

The professors found it impossible to refute Rhine's words, and even Snape took it in and stopped making trouble.

So, in the afternoon on the day of the physical examination, the students saw some faculty and staff lining up into the auditorium and started the examination on their own initiative.

Even Pomfrey was reluctant to take Lockhart to participate. He just stared at Rhine the whole time and sneered at every step he took.

The professors accepted it, what else did the students have to say?

I admit it!

"Your tooth decay is a bit serious!"

Rhine knocked Crabbe on the head and made a careful note.

"I have to write a letter to your parents and restrict you from eating sweets...Draco will control him at school."

Draco, who was on the sidelines, nodded immediately.

Crabbe's face turned pale. Although his mind was slow, he could still imagine the reaction of his father, who was afraid of Rhine to the core, when he found out that he had provoked a letter from Rhine.

"Eat more meat in the next semester!" Gao Er gave him some advice. "If I gain a few pounds, the beating won't hurt so much."

Crabbe took this seriously and decided to turn his grief and anger into appetite, fully preparing himself for the beating.

After he left, Rhine felt the movement in the wall behind him and called the next student's name.

There is a room behind the teacher's desk in the auditorium, and now the basilisk is curled up in it, with two bosses looking after the students who are separated by a wall.

Crabbe was fine, it wasn't an accident, Voldemort didn't like his brain.

After working on it all afternoon, finally following the basic skills of the Grangers and their emergency letter-writing training, all the students went through the process. Rhine's heart suddenly sank.

When the students dispersed, he saw Dumbledore and Snape coming out from behind, their faces so dark that they almost reflected the light.

None... This is big trouble.

"I'll go take a look..." Snape couldn't sit still and jumped up, wanting to take off.

Dumbledore held him down: "Don't alert the enemy!"

"How is that possible?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips even more, "Harry...why is Harry so careless?"

Yes, after all students were tested and nothing was found, there was only one suspect left.

Harry Potter, who had a Parseltongue, was temporarily excluded from the medical examination list to avoid calling out the existence of the Basilisk on the spot.

Even Rhine was a little confused by this conclusion.

He had just asked a few of the little guys who were behind him, trying to figure out Harry's specific whereabouts on Halloween night.

However, Hermione and Wednesday escaped the death anniversary dinner, and Ron accidentally fell on a plate of dishes prepared for ghosts, vomiting and left early...

When everyone saw Harry again, he was already mixed in with the onlookers and saw Rhine emerging from the bathroom.

"Ask! Harry... there shouldn't be much trouble."

After discussing various possibilities, the four of them found no better way.

After all, no one dares to bear the consequences of Harry Potter's problems, not even Dumbledore.

But just when they made the decision to confront Harry, and even did not rule out letting the basilisk feel it, Mr. Filch suddenly burst into the room, panting.

"Teach...professors...!" he said, "I can't stop them...Ministry of Magic...Aurors..."

"Thank you for your kind briefing, Mr. Filch."

Behind Filch, a familiar lion's head appeared, and it stared at Rhine at a glance.

Rhine's expression also darkened at the same time, and he stared back without hesitation.

Rufus Scrimgeour, a man with whom he had considerable animosity and current Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, showed up at Hogwarts.

"Mr. Scrimgeour?" Dumbledore frowned, "I didn't receive any notification."

What's a public toilet?

Come when you want, leave when you want, make trouble when you want?

Is this still the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry that I control?

It wasn't that Dumbledore was petty, it was Scrimgeour's sudden attack without even saying hello that reminded him of a deeper problem.

What does Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who writes greetings and asks for advice every week, who is studious, inquiring, and conscientious, want to do?

Scrimgeour looked away from Rhine and smiled apologetically at Dumbledore.

"It really happened out of the blue, and there was nothing we could do about it."

He waved, and an Auror behind him showed a document.

"The Ministry of Magic has received a report."

Scrimgeour spoke businesslikely.

"There has been a serious injury incident at Hogwarts, which has threatened the safety of many students. Rufus Scrimgeour is now leading a team to conduct a search, and the reporter will be fully protected."

broken!

Calculated!

The whistleblower...Harry?

Rhine frowned and was about to step forward to retaliate, but was caught by Dumbledore.

"Professor Lyle," Dumbledore said grandly, "in order to respond to the work of the Ministry of Magic, as the Dean of Academic Affairs, you need to comfort the little ones."

Rhine was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Now is not the time to worry about who is responsible, nor is it the time to have a pointless break with Scrimgeour, whose handler is still sleeping in the back room!

If an Auror from the Ministry of Magic rushed in, he would definitely attack the basilisk;

Once the basilisk is beaten, it will resort to self-defense counterattack...

The question is, who can decide that the Basilisk's "self-defense" is legitimate?

"Professor Dumbledore, I still need..." Scrimgeour obviously came with fighting spirit, and he really didn't have a big heart.

Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile: "Let the young people finish their work first, and it's not too late for you to reminisce about old times!"

Just like that, Rhine calmly passed over the eyeing Aurors, slipped out of the main entrance of the auditorium, then turned around and ran wildly back to the place where the basilisk slept.

"Still sleeping! Still sleeping!"

Rhine grabbed the inverse scales under the basilisk's neck and shouted in a low voice.

"If you don't run away, I'll make snake soup!"