Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy: Untitled

　　 At night, the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

　　 This is a spacious and bright round room, and the dry wood is violently burning in the fireplace of the room. The walls of the room are covered with portraits of the principals of the castle, they are now sleeping with their eyes closed.

　　 The weird instrument buzzed around on the table, spewing out puffs of smoke from time to time. The Sorting Hat, which had initially possessed self-awareness, was chattering nonchalantly, but apart from the occasional phoenix standing on the golden perch, no one responded to it.

　　 A tall old man is lying on the desk at the moment, holding a yellow and green quill in his hand, reading on piles of parchment, his long silver beard And the white hair is about to drag to the ground.

　　 As the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the president of the International Wizarding Federation, and the chief wizard of Wisengamao, Dumbledore has countless documents to read and countless incidents to deal with every day. What's more, he sometimes needs to set aside time to deal with the affairs related to the wizard associations he has just reorganized.

　　 "Why don't you always believe that I have self-awareness?" The Sorting Hat asked Dumbledore. This was the thirty-seventh time it had asked Dumbledore in this hour.

　　 "Dumbledore, why didn't you answer me?" The hat continued to launch a verbal attack on Dumbledore and implicated a former principal on the wall. "If it was Phineas Nigel If you don’t answer, the little bad guy, S. Black, is fine. We all know that he is not good at alchemy. He will only use his magic wand to punish students who were born in Muggles!"

　　 There were a few sneers on the wall, I don’t know if it was Dairis Dewent or Euphrasia Moore. The muscles on Phineas Black's face, who had closed his eyes in the portrait, twitched uncontrollably a few times, but he still didn't put down his body to argue with the sorting cap.

　　 "But you are not like this!" said the hat, "Dumbledore, you and Nicholas Lemay have been good friends for so long, and you have such a high achievement in alchemy, you shouldn't be susceptible to such a rare situation. Not interested?"

　　 "Dumbledore?"

　　"Little Deng Tou?"

　　"White beard?"

　　 "Okay! Hat!" Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand with a headache, and then squeezed a somewhat sour brow. He felt that he was really exhausted at this time.

　　 Dumbledore has been busy dealing with the change of minister of the British Ministry of Magic recently. The former minister Millicent resigned because of his age, and wanted to go home and educate his newborn when he was still active. Grandson not long.

　　 What you need to know is that even the self-proclaimed senior Millicent is thirty years younger than Dumbledore!

　　 Most people are still immersed in Dumbledore's great reputation and unparalleled strength, ignoring that he is actually 110 years old this year. Although wizards generally live longer than Muggles, people over a hundred years old are considered very old no matter where they are!

　　 Dumbledore stood up, wrapped the written parchment in an envelope and threw it into the fireplace in the room. This letter will be sent to the Minister's Office at the Ministry of Magic at a later date. It says Dumbledore supports Cornelius Fudge's decision to become the new Minister of Magic.

　　 Dumbledore turned and walked to a shelf behind the desk, where the Sorting Hat was placed on it. Although he has self-awareness, the sorting hat is still just a hat. You can't sew and repair yourself, and you can't learn to walk.

　　The most important thing is that it still can’t bathe itself!

　　The Sorting Hat has emphasized to Dumbledore about bathing himself nearly 600 times in the past two days. It can't figure out how it worked under such a dirty appearance in the previous thousand years. of.

　　 "Hat, listen to me..." Before Dumbledore's words were finished, the oak door of the principal's office was suddenly pushed open, and the black-robed Slytherin director slammed it. The expressionless dead face strode into the principal's office.

　　 "Severus, what's wrong?" Dumbledore put on his glasses and turned to look at Snape, who was obviously in a bad mood.

　　 I don’t know how Dumbledore could see through Snape’s moodless face that he was in a bad mood, but he was the headmaster of Hogwarts after all! It should be more powerful.

　　 "Dumbledore! Have you heard? The kid we discussed after the school banquet?" Snape stood at his desk, asking questions, but his voice was like stagnant water. There is no ups and downs.

　　"Are you talking about Wright?" The hat behind Dumbledore obviously doesn't have the rich experience of the principal, and he interjected a little untimely, "My self-awareness was inspired by him."

　　 Snape drew his wand and waved it at the hat, and the hat immediately realized that he could no longer make a sound.

　　 After Wright comes to the principal's office, I must ask him to help teach Snape this greasy kid! The sorting hat without basic hat rights kept complaining in his head.

　　 Well, if its thinking position is called the brain.

　　 Dumbledore glanced at the hat, not paying attention to what the hat was saying. And he believed that Snape still had a sense of measure, and he didn't have to worry about any bad influence on the hat~IndoMTL.com~Severus, do you mean Wright? "Dumbledore returned to the position of principal, and said calmly, "I have seen the creed passed by Minerva and Filius. This kid is indeed amazing in spell learning and transfiguration." Talent. "

　　 "I just don't know how talented he is in other courses. I heard Minerva say that he was the number one in the national exam at Muggle Elementary School this year." Dumbledore said with a smile.

　　 "Dumbledore, you know I don't care about these." Snape said coldly, "I only care if this student will cause an irreparable disaster in the school! It's like the blackness of the past..."

　　 Snape paused, then continued: "Like the Dark Lord before."

　　 "Severus, you worry too much." Dumbledore buried his head and began to write. He still had a letter to write to Fudge, telling him clearly what he thought. Fudge always lacks confidence in his own abilities, and this is a good time to support him.

　　 "Dumbledore, are you old enough to forget that kid has a huge shadow magic power?" Snape's voice grew louder and louder, "A child with a simple gift is not terrible, it is truly terrible He has a knife that can realize his talent at any time!"

　　 "Severus!" Dumbledore raised his head suddenly. At this moment, he was like an old lion king who would get angry at any time, with all his beard and hair, "Pay attention to your language!"

　　 "Hmph! I hope you don't regret it!" Snape turned and strode away from the principal's room. The wizard's robe that was brought up by the wind was like a black cloud that kept rolling.

　　 The principal's room fell silent again.

　　 After a while, the rustling of writing began to sound slowly.