HP Shavings Wizard

Dumbledore tried his best to suppress the ominous premonition that was growing heavier in his heart, sighed distressedly, and continued to ask calmly.

"I understand your fear, but have you noticed that I'm feeling unwell? Or have I behaved differently than usual?"

His attitude is pretty good.

The gossipy wizards in the portrait seemed to gain some courage and comfort from his gentle attitude. They began to whisper to each other and secretly glanced at Dumbledore from time to time.

Dumbledore waited patiently.

After a while, one of the portrait characters was finally willing to answer his questions.

In a garden landscape painting with a background of flowers, a well-dressed and elegant wizard took off his glasses and spoke slowly.

"Professor Dumbledore, you have messed up all of Hogwarts today."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

Grindelwald was laughing at the side with a gloating look, and Dumbledore glanced at him helplessly with his powerless clear blue eyes, signaling him to restrain himself.

The wizard from Ravenclaw continued speaking, with an inevitable hint of condemnation in his tone - the glory that was hard-earned was taken away, and looking at the confused and aggrieved looks of the passing young eagles, the old senior would also be angry!

"At lunchtime at noon, you will announce publicly in the Great Hall: From now on, only the noble flag of Slytherin will be allowed to fly in the Great Hall! Don't ask too many questions about this matter, and if you want to ask, keep it to yourself!"

“……!!!!!”

Dumbledore had a headache, but he kept smiling and continued asking questions.

"So, what happened after that? Did anything strange happen? For example, anything related to you..."

The wizard in the portrait showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look at.

Then, he began to list in blunt detail the outrageous behavior of "Dumbledore" today, who seemed to have taken the wrong medicine.

"You inspected everywhere, and when Sir Cadogan was abusing others, you criticized him - this is a good thing, and everyone actually thinks he should be more restrained - but then you asked us portraits to study hard, saying that you have taken care of us for so long, so we should make some contributions and reflect on whether we can keep up with the times..."

This is not his fault!

The smiling mask on Dumbledore's face could no longer be maintained, and a corner of it was shattered, and a dark aura of resentment seemed to be emanating from it.

He remained silent, waiting for the Ravenclaw's portrait to continue his criticism.

The wizard's expression became more and more painful and desperate: "You also said that you plan to let the house-elves move us to the podium to give lectures in the future, so that we don't even have to pay wages..."

He's dead, why would he still be a worker?! Even worse, it's free! He can't run away. He doesn't have a flesh and blood body, no matter how he moves around, he is still in Hogwarts...

If his family had not failed to preserve the portraits passed down by him, he really wanted to imitate some of the portraits and go home to hide.

“……!!!!!”

Dumbledore opened his eyes slightly, somewhat incredulous, and was also shocked by this capitalist behavior that deserved to be hung on a street lamp.

He thought that he had sometimes abused public resources for personal gain, asking Severus, the potion master, to brew some potions - including his tooth-health potion - and leaving most of the school affairs to Minerva, the deputy headmaster, which was already exploitative enough.

Unexpectedly, there is someone even more ruthless, who even wants to use the portraits of Hogwarts, and he doesn't even plan to pay wages - of course, even if wages are paid, these portraits representing dead wizards should not be used.

Unfortunately, Alison said these words under his account, which led to all the condemnations being directed at him.

He sighed quietly in his heart. Now he just wanted to "close his ears" and stay away from these strange blames and reputations, and be an ostrich with his head buried in the sand.

The wizard in the portrait continued speaking.

After saying so much, seeing that Dumbledore was not in a bad mood like he was in the afternoon, some wizards nearby also started chattering and interrupting.

"You chased people away, called the students 'kids in the way', and said you were very busy."

"You followed the little wizard openly - excuse me, but is there any secret reason for this? Several children were chased by you and ran around the castle like headless flies."

"You were too enthusiastic when you were chasing people. Although you are usually very enthusiastic, you were like the flames of a dragon during the day! The way you chased the Slytherin children was full of Gryffindor passion!"

...There are actually people praising it.

Immediately, the serious companion in the portrait refuted this.

"Merlin's beard! There's nothing to admire about it! A Slytherin kid turned his head when he was being chased. He didn't pay attention to the road and ran into the wall at the corner of the corridor. The sound was so loud, like he was hit by a troll. A huge bump swelled up on his head, and he staggered out of the hospital wing at dinner time!"

"But Professor Dumbledore is really agile! He can flip down the stairs just by grabbing the banister! Merlin's pants! Did you see old Filch's dumbfounded look? He didn't dare to do anything!"

"Dear Professor Dumbledore, I heard that your flying skills are quite outstanding. You can easily control a racing broom like the Firebolt. Many children say that your flying skills are better than many people! You are worthy of being a Gryffindor! You have not forgotten the traditions of Gryffindor at all!"

What the hell is this?!

I can't believe this happened in just half a day.

Dumbledore listened calmly, his eyes turning darker and darker, revealing a sense of social death and inexplicable despair.

He took a deep breath - at this moment, that familiar, smiling expression had completely disappeared, and his gentle and calm expression could no longer be maintained - he could only try hard to control himself from breaking down, and quickly said a few polite words, turning around with a staggering step.

"...My dear friends, thank you for your reminder. I think I should go to the principal's office and think about my life now."

Grindelwald finally couldn't hold it back and laughed wildly.

Smiles are something that obey the law of conservation of smiles - smiles don't disappear, they just move.

Dumbledore glared at him fiercely, then dragged him towards the headmaster's office with big strides, his movements looking a little awkward.

Of course, along the way, tigers were still rampant, all the beasts retreated, and there was chaos.

Even Filch and Mrs. Norris avoided Dumbledore.