Chinese students at Hogwarts.

"Albus! You promised me!"

In the huge circular principal's room, Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed.

The portraits covering the entire wall no longer closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. They opened their eyes one after another and stared at this rare scene with interest.

Some of the paintings with fruit bowls, beer and food were even more crowded.

They gnawed on apples, held up beers, and watched the greatest white wizard in history, president of the International Federation of Magic, president of the Wizards Association, first-class wizard of the Order of Merlin, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot, being killed by his own vice-chancellor. Squirt wildly.

Dumbledore waved his hand, and a glass of ice-cold lemon juice slid lightly from the side of the table.

"Minerva, have a drink and relax."

"Relax?" Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes stared at Dumbledore through the square lenses.

"What did you tell me? You will follow me all the way! This time I was lucky, Zhang's strange props played a big role, but in case something unexpected happens.

How do you want me to face my parents?

Do you want me to say this to those grieving parents who have lost their children?

'Although you gave your child to Hogwarts with confidence, your child died in an accident due to the negligence of our principal. '

is that so? Albus? ? ? ! "

Dumbledore stared quietly at his deputy headmaster, the woman who had devoted everything to Hogwarts after losing her husband.

He suddenly found that no matter how many excuses he had, such as keeping Fawkes, they were all so weak in front of Minerva McGonagall.

The small chatter disappeared, and the portraits fell into silence. After a while, Principal Dippet said softly:

"Albus, Minerva is right, you should not ignore the safety of the little wizard."

Dumbledore nodded slightly:

"Yes, Minerva, I want to apologize to you, just as you said I promised you

Well, I promise, there won’t be a next time! "

Professor McGonagall slowly regained her composure, and she suddenly asked:

"Tell me, Albus, what would make you give up taking care of the little wizards? I understand you. If it's not a very important thing, I mean nothing is as important as the safety of the little wizards.

you know."

Dumbledore stood up, his face was serious, his blue eyes stared at McGonagall, and he said softly:

"I went to see Tom."

Professor McGonagall frowned:

"Tom? Who is Tom? He deserves you."

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her face turned pale, and she looked at Dumbledore in horror, her voice trembling:

"You mean the person who cannot even be mentioned by name?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly.

“He’s in the Forbidden Forest???”

Professor McGonagall's voice was somewhat distorted.

Dumbledore still nodded slightly.

Professor McGonagall stood up suddenly and pointed at Dumbledore:

"You, Albus, you, can't, I have to evacuate the little wizard immediately!"

"Minerva, the situation is far from this bad!"

Dumbledore stopped McGonagall and told her something in a low voice.

After a long time, Professor McGonagall managed to regain her composure. She took a deep breath. Eleven years had passed since the shadow caused by Voldemort, and she was not worried about her own safety.

But she was worried that the tragedies of the past would happen again, and Voldemort did not dare to come to Hogwarts. But every day, little wizards received bad news that their parents or other relatives had been murdered by Voldemort.

At that time, pain and sadness were like a dark cloud that would never dissipate, hanging over the school.

"Since you have already planned it." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, her expression still ugly. She looked at Dumbledore and let out a sigh of relief:

"It's just like the past, like the Order of the Phoenix, we believe in you unconditionally, Albus!"

After saying that, Professor McGonagall left with a heavy heart. She wanted to pay attention to the students' situation.

Dumbledore stared at the retreating background of Professor McGonagall, standing there like a statue.

Dippet raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Here's to Minerva McGonagall! Albus, you have an enviable Vice-Principal. If I had such a Vice-Principal at that time, Hogwarts might be more prosperous!

Tom he probably won't either"

Dumbledore shook his head:

"It's over, Armando, it's not your fault."

At this moment, Snape's cold, low, angry voice came from outside the principal's room:

"Albus!! You promised me!!!"

Dumbledore:.

The sun shines through the carved windows, casting a fragment of light and shadow. On the soft little bed in the school hospital, Zhang Xiao slowly opened his eyes.

This was an extremely comfortable deep sleep. He felt as if his whole body had been washed. A thick layer of iron clothing had been shed, and he felt refreshed from the inside out.

"Dude, you awake?"

Zhang Xiao turned his head and found Ron lying on the bed next door. He was holding a large bag of snacks and eating them.

Ron shrugged, pointed to the snacks piled on his bedside, and said enviously:

"I have to say, Zhang, you are so popular! Since the news that you were injured and unconscious spread, I think half the school has been here, and they have brought you all kinds of things.

Especially girls! Man, you have no idea how crazy those girls are! They even cried! "

Ron seemed to be saying something incredible, and Zhang Xiao felt that he was quite envious.

"In the end, the whole room was filled with gifts. Madam Pomfrey had to ban visitors and asked me to select some and put them here.

By the way, this is yours too, right? "

Ron shook the snack in his hand.

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but laugh:

"Of course it's okay, Ron, is it just you? Where is the others?"

Ron opened a box of chocolate frogs, looked at the cards inside, threw them aside, and said vaguely:

"Malfoy just lost strength and left after resting for a while. Neville's injury was not as serious as expected. Harry just had a scratch on his skin. By the way, man, do you know how long you slept?"

"How long?" Zhang Xiao was really curious. If Professor Snape's potion was so easy to use, could he ask for more or brew it himself?

"Five days!" Ron held out his palm, "Five days!"

He jumped out of bed, dug out Bibi's multi-flavor beans from the mountain of snacks, tore open the package and threw one in his mouth:

"As for me, I come every day to see if my good friend is awake, even though Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey have repeatedly assured you that you are just too tired and need to rest.

But everyone still cares about you, so they recommend me to check on you every day. "

Ron suddenly retched:

"Bah, bah, bah, what a strange smell is this! Damn it, it must be the smell of cow nose!"

Zhang Xiao felt a warm current in his heart. He jumped up from the bed and stretched beautifully:

"Resurrected with full health! I feel full of strength now!"

Ron spit out the residue in his mouth, looked at Zhang Xiao's back, hesitated for a while, and suddenly asked hesitantly:

"Zhang, can I ask you for something?"

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