Harry Potter: Dark Alchemy Chapter 76: We cannot lose Professor Derwent

　　 The area of ​​the betrayal game is full of noisy sounds inside and outside. The students in the stands are all excitedly discussing the next game, and the professors on the podium are also talking to each other in low voices.

　　Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout are congratulating each other on the outstanding students who have appeared in their college; Professor Snape is staring at the students off the court with a cold face, maybe it takes time in his opinion Standing here watching a boring game, it's better to deal with some potion materials. Most of the other professors are also talking and laughing.

　　 "Albus," said Professor McGonagall, who was sitting near the center of the faculty chair, toward Dumbledore, who was in the chair. Her brows were frowning tightly, and her mouth was pressed into a white line. Line, her voice did not conceal her worries and worries, "Are we really just indulging them like this? I still think we have to take some measures! You haven't seen what the school has become like these days, first and second grades. Students will cast spells on each other in the castle hallway! Merlin is on!"

　　 The extracurricular activities of 　　 Defense Against the Dark Arts class have been welcomed by almost all the students in the school. Their mood in the school is higher than in previous years. I don’t know how much. The atmosphere in the school, which most students called "tension", was directly replaced by "alert" in Professor McGonagall's case.

　　The conflicts in extracurricular activities were naturally taken out of the classroom by the students. They cast spells on others in the classroom, in the corridors, and even in the common room. Madame Pomfrey, the school doctor, is busy every day. The school doctor’s room is crowded with students injured by magical effects. Sometimes painful groans can be transmitted from the school doctor’s room to the Transfiguration professor’s office on the second floor of the castle. !

　　 Dumbledore retracted his gaze into the field. During the time he sat in the teacher's seat, he had been paying attention to the calm black-haired boy standing on the field.

　　 "Minerva," Mr. Principal’s voice always seems to contain unpredictable magic, which will make people calm down involuntarily, "You are worried that such small contradictions and small conflicts will someday accumulate to a limit. , And then burst out to hurt everyone."

　　"Yes." Professor McGonagall said, but her voice was no longer as loud and fierce as she was just now, "and this is not a small contradiction, a small conflict, many students have been injured!"

　　 "I agree with Professor McGonagall, Principal Dumbledore." Mrs. Pomfrey, who was sitting on the side, interrupted. Her voice sounded a little weak, and she was clearly complaining, but people heard But it is a plain statement, "There are too many students sent to the school infirmary in these days. The number of students living in the school infirmary during this period has almost exceeded the number of the previous school year."

　　 Dumbledore gave Madam Pomfrey a flat face, then looked at Professor McGonagall, and then went on to say: "Poppi, Minerva, you are worried about the students getting hurt too much. Parents will write to us to protest."

　　 Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey nodded.

　　"And blamed Professor Derwent, and even asked him to resign immediately."

　　 This time only Professor McGonagall nodded, and Madam Pomfrey showed a surprised expression.

　　Professor McGonagall glanced at Madam Pomfrey. She understood that Madam Pomfrey, as a school doctor, did not know much about the magical abilities of the students in her daily life. But as a transfiguration professor who is exposed to the level of students' spells every day, the changes made by the students are too intuitive and conspicuous for Professor McGonagall, who has already kept the students' true level in mind.

　　 "Albus," Professor McGonagall first complimented, "At first I didn't understand your decision to hire Professor Derwent as the Defence Against the Dark Arts class for the new school year. You even wanted German. The gloomy idea of ​​Professor Te's resignation and departure. But as far as the situation is concerned, your original decision is really very far-sighted!"

　　 "We can't lose Professor Derwent now! We can't now!" Professor McGonagall leaned forward slightly, looked directly at Dumbledore and said solemnly, "Wait until Professor Derwent is the third to fifth grade students. After preparing for the second extracurricular activity, our fifth-grade students will be able to pass their ordinary wizarding grade test; and until April next year, our seventh-grade students will be able to pass their ultimate wizarding test!"

　　 "Professor Derwent took only a few months to directly remedy our omissions in the Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the past few years," Professor McGonagall said solemnly. A generation of students can be enough to protect themselves because of him! We cannot lose Professor Derwent!"

　　 "I didn't know that you would have such a high evaluation of Professor Derwent~IndoMTL.com~Minerva. I don’t know if Professor Derwent would be willing to accept it if she heard these words," Dumbledore looked at Professor Derwent who was directing the first and second graders into the forbidden forest off the court. "But I promised Professor Derwent not to interfere with his teaching as much as possible. I asked him to change the game before. The venue, he made a big complaint with me!"

　　 "But in any case, extracurricular conflicts should not occur and continue among the first and second grade students. They are still too young, and I am worried that if the confrontation continues like this, it will..." Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly. .

　　"Worry that they are too young to know who is the enemy and who is their friend? Worried that such a confrontation will last for a long time? Even directly split the students in this class?"

　　Professor McGonagall did not speak, but just nodded.

　　 "Minerva, even the first and second grade students, there are many visionaries." Dumbledore smiled gently at Professor McGonagall, "Maybe they have already realized what you said. What's the problem?"

　　……

　　 in the forbidden forest.

　　right stood alone on a clearing in the restricted area of ​​the betrayal game. It was supposed to be an open field covered with rotting tree stumps, but for some unknown reason, those tree stumps were responsible for cleaning up this area. The professor cleaned it up, leaving dozens of ugly and huge mud pits empty.

The ground of the 　　 clearing area is still scattered with some scattered yellow leaves, and there is still some snow that has not yet been completely removed on the dark brown mud. The weather looked a little foggy, the thick clouds completely blocked the sun, and the clearing was filled with a cold and solemn atmosphere.

　　Because it was relatively late to enter the Forbidden Forest, and because it was entered in the order of Professor Derwent's command, there were no students standing next to Wright at this time.