Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 321: A few skins

In the principal's room on the eighth floor of the castle.

When Wright walked in leisurely, Dumbledore just finished processing a document in front of him and placed the quill in his hand on the table.

"Wright, your eyes--oh, it seems that I went to Madam Pomfrey. Her medical level is indeed very good, and even it is very late now..."

Listening to Dumbledore’s babbling words, Wright, who was already in a bad mood, finally couldn’t help it. He interrupted Dumbledore’s words very rudely, and in a very bad tone: "Teacher, yes. Please speak frankly!"

Dumbledore didn't care about Wright's very out-of-the-ordinary performance, and he also knew that now the child's belly might have been suffocated with fire. After all the hardships to see the beloved, but was knocked down by a precise old fist, this kind of impact may be difficult for him to accept easily.

"Cough cough." Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to talk about business. "Wright, have you had any different gains during your two months at Boothbarton?"

"Boothbaton’s castle is more gorgeous than ours, the food is more delicious than ours, and the girls are of higher quality. In addition, the blue school uniforms of Boothbatten are also more beautiful than ours, and they better reflect the beauty of women’s bodies. Curvy... ahem!" Wright stopped the conversation with some embarrassment.

"Well, go on." Dumbledore heard it with gusto.

"Besides, Bussbarton has no tradition of branching schools. Although the competition between students in the same grade is still fierce, it is not as opposed as ours at Hogwarts. Needless to say, I am talking about Slytherin and Gryffindor." After thinking about it, Wright continued, "Moreover, there doesn't seem to be obvious descent discrimination on their side. Even if they are of mixed descent, they can receive a good education. Even if they are mixed within two generations. Veeva can be respected and recognized enough."

"It seems that Wright, you prefer Bootsbarton?" Dumbledore looked at Wright with a smile, "Even if only two months have passed, you have been lingering about it."

"Perhaps." Wright shrugged. "In my opinion, Boothbatten, also ranked among the top three in Europe, is more like a school for teaching and educating people, with a peaceful and fulfilling life. There is no such thing as the Dark Lord. Soul, no ugly monster guards, no high-profile wizards and celebrities, no terrible thousand-year-old basilisk..."

"If you still want to hear the teacher, I can continue." Wright glanced at the old wizard sitting behind the principal's desk. "There are no prisoners who have escaped from Azkaban, and there is no one. The Werewolf Professor among the students..."

"It sounds like, Wright, you seem to be accusing my principal of not being conscientious enough." Dumbledore smiled and stuffed a large chocolate ball into his mouth.

"No." Wright shook his head.

Dumbledore said: "But Professor Remus Lupin, it was at my strong invitation that he was willing to serve as the school’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class professor."

"That's why I recognize our school." Wright said seriously, "They are Busbarton, but we are Hogwarts."

Dumbledore pretended to wipe his eyes, and said with comfort, "I almost shed tears when I heard it."

Faced with Old Deng’s mental attack, Wright’s face fitfully hung an extremely plastic smile.

After a while of silence, Wright spoke again: "But to be honest, when you did not take over as Minister of Magic, the teacher, in fact, a large part of the reason is because you simply didn't put those people in your eyes. Right?"

"Huh?" Dumbledore gave a very puzzled look.

"When I thought that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, I had to think of other things." Wright said that he was really happy about it.

"Despise, maybe in the Ministry of Magic, maybe you have opened the highest school of magic in the UK as a shelter." Wright was a little dry. "The long-running werewolf (this is really innocent, Bitten since childhood), a mixed-blood giant with a criminal record (although it has been proven innocent, but has been wronged for more than 50 years), a former Death Eater who is dying of water (the right arm of the Dark Lord, only Old Deng is the man) Testimony of), the unlearned witch **** club (the open mouth is really strong, so strong that she herself doesn’t know how strong she is)..."

In fact, Wright still complained about Professor Flitwick’s pedigree and height, and the crazy-eyed Moody, who is obviously suffering from ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder), but the former is the dean of his own college, the latter has not yet Coming to the school to work, so it's not easy to mention.

As for Filch? Let him go, he is just a pitiful old dumb gun.

I don't know why, Dumbledore suddenly felt that Wright's words were so reasonable that his embarrassment was about to overflow.

"Don't worry, teacher, no one will blame you." Wright comfortedly said, "Anyway, compared to the principal Igor Karkaroff of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, teacher You are already very good, at least you did not let the students really study black magic."

The air suddenly froze.

"Wright, do you know?" Dumbledore said suddenly, "Actually, my principal does not only do the work you see in school, but also some of the work that was done before you enrolled. ~IndoMTL.com~ Wright has some cold back inexplicably.

"During the tenure of Principal Dippet, the school still retained an extremely old-fashioned way of punishment." Dumbledore said quietly, "Hang the students' wrists with the thin iron chains of their arms. , And hang them on the ceiling for several days..."

In an instant, the saprophytic wood wand slipped into his hand.

Wright stroked his wand, and a red light shot quickly and violently towards the floor, and the thick hemp rope that had been knotted on the ground was immediately burned to ashes.

"Tsk, what a pity this carpet." Dumbledore said without regret.

Without waiting for Dumbledore to continue speaking, Wright immediately admitted: "Teacher! I was wrong!"

There is no need to fight at all, Wright knew that he would definitely not be Dumbledore’s opponent now, even in the first grade, the two played decently for a while.

But with the gradual deepening of the current research on magic, Wright knew that Dumbledore at the time was just taking the confrontation with himself as a warm-up activity, and he didn't care at all.

Just relying on this bad old man to kill the Minister of Magic, the Senior Deputy Minister, the Minister's personal bodyguard, and the top Auror, Wright knew that he was definitely not his opponent now.

Moreover, the "one-stroke battle" also took place in the principal's office.

It's just that it wasn't hemp rope that was used that time...

Huh? Wright was a little surprised, why would he think of this super strange point?

Dumbledore smacked his lips boringly, and now Wright is really not cute at all.

"It's already late, Wright, go back to Boothbarton first." Dumbledore said, "Please reserve some time these days, I may need it."