Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

The sound of the door opening came. Dumbledore and Harry already knew who it was. They were so familiar with that voice. Isn't that bulging and loud voice Hagrid or someone else?

"Professor Dumbledore, wait. Listen..." Hagrid gasped, seemingly running up.

"Professor Dumbledore, it was not Harry who did it."

Only then did Dumbledore and Harry know what Hagrid was doing. Harry looked at the big man and felt warm in his heart.

"Hagrid." Dumbledore interrupted Hagrid helplessly. He had not said anything yet.

"I am willing to swear in front of the Ministry of Magic." Obviously Dumbledore did not succeed in interrupting Hagrid.

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore could only speak louder.As for swearing to the Ministry of Magic, that's not necessary.

This voice startled both Hagrid and Harry. How could Dumbledore shout such a loud voice at such an old age?

"Don't get excited." Dumbledore said softly, swinging his right hand downward slightly to signal Hagrid to calm down.

"I don't think Harry attacked anyone." Dumbledore put his left hand on Harry's shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

"Of course." Hagrid nodded.

"Oh, um, then I... um! Go wait outside." Hagrid left here with visible embarrassment.

I have to say that Hagrid is definitely the most trustworthy friend. Although he can't keep secrets, he really thinks about you and will always come to help you as soon as possible when you encounter danger or difficulty.

"Don't you think it was me?" Harry turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"Yes, Harry. I don't think it's you, and I believe your friends won't think it's you either." Dumbledore looked at Harry. He saw the confidence and determination in Harry's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh Blakely degree of work completion.

"But, I must ask you. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes without using Legilimency.

Harry was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.Subconsciously he didn't trust Dumbledore, maybe there was no one he could trust subconsciously... right?

Dumbledore nodded, and the moment Harry hesitated, he got his answer.

"Okay, then you go." Dumbledore asked Harry to leave softly.

Looking at Harry's leaving figure, Dumbledore's eyes were a little complicated. No one knew what he was thinking.Maybe if that person was around him, he might be able to guess it, but he wasn't there.

"How's it going? Headmaster Dumbledore." Blakely was sitting in the headmaster's office with an oven in front of him, roasting the chicken that Hagrid had sent him.

When Blakely dipped the brush into the sauce and evenly brushed it on the chicken, a charming aroma filled the entire principal's office.Smelling the tempting aroma, several people in the principal's office couldn't wait, especially a certain hundred-year-old principal, who was like a child waiting for a delicious meal.

"Harry has changed a lot." Dumbledore stared at Blakely holding a few grilled Orleans-style chicken legs in his hands, with only one sentence in his eyes, those are mine!mine! ψ(｀??)ψ

"Really? The chick will always spread its wings and fly high according to its own ideas." Under Dumbledore's eyes, Blakely gave the roast chicken leg that Dumbledore had been staring at for a long time to Gulan and Gulan who had also been staring at it for a long time. Snape, who was standing on one side, didn't leave any for Dumbledore.

Dumbledore: o(▼皮▼メ;)o

"What about the Thunderbird? Where will the Thunderbird fly to?" Dumbledore drank Gulan's last glass of extra sweet hot milk in revenge.

Quran: Σ(☉▽☉“a

"Thunderbird? He wants to fly to the tower of knowledge and wisdom. At the top of the tower, look up at the stars and look down at the earth." Blakely looked out the window with longing in his eyes.Thunderbird's goal has never changed. Thunderbird's gaze has always been on the top of the tower of knowledge and wisdom.It's just that Thunderbird hopes that the status of this tower will be higher, so that the tower of wisdom can surpass the tower of money and power.

"That's right! So, I have another request that requires your approval." Blakely came to Dumbledore at some point and placed a whole fragrant roast chicken in front of him, with sweet honey drizzled on it. The sauce made Dumbledore's eyes light up.ヾ(????)?"

"What's going on?" Dumbledore held a knife and fork, eager to try.

"I want to set up a study club so that more students can join and explore the mysteries of knowledge." Blakely squinted his eyes, unable to see clearly what emotions were in his eyes.

With these words, Dumbledore and Snape stopped moving their hands and looked at Blakely with some seriousness. They thought of someone.

Blakely: (＾＿＾)

"Why do you want to set up a study club?" Snape looked at the smiling Blakely and frowned slightly.

"Because the wisdom of the crowd is far greater than the wisdom of an individual. Moreover, now we need a place that can bring a sense of security to the little wizards. I will teach them my spells and how to use them in the club. Spell." Blakely was still smiling. (^_^)

"If you want to establish a club, you must be accompanied by at least one professor and have the signature and consent of all deans." Dumbledore was silent after hearing Blakely's words, and it took a long time to say this.

Blakely was right, he needed such a place, a place that could stabilize the situation to a certain extent.But he really didn't want that to happen, so he made this condition, which could be regarded as a test for Blakely.

I believe that the deans will understand their intentions and test Blakely's character.However, they were actually reassured about Blakely's character. Blakely was different from that man. He valued his partners and cared about others. He was a rare good young man.

"Is that so? Then thank you, Mr. Principal." Blakely smiled even more happily. With his relationship with the deans of the four colleges, these two conditions were easy.And, did the professor agree to accompany me?There is someone chosen.

Blakely nodded, this condition was basically non-existent for him.

"Principal Dumbledore, I'm going to Azkaban this Christmas." Blakely sat back in front of the oven and continued roasting the chicken, and said a shocking word in his mouth.

But no one present had any reaction. They all knew what Blakely was going to do.

"The main thing is to investigate what happened back then. So, I leave it to you to find the documents." Blakely did not raise his head and concentrated on the barbecue.

But Professor Snape, who had been eating happily, was no longer happy. He looked at Blakely with a look of disgust, as if Blakely had just fallen off the toilet and climbed up.

"Well, no problem. Then it's up to you, Sirius Black."