When Vincent came to the Headmaster's Office last night to say he wanted to suspend Snape, Dumbledore's first reaction was to refuse.
"Professor, we're practically at odds with Old Malfoy now. If we don't mess with Snape, a lot of people will become suspicious."
Although... but...
That seems to make sense.
"Besides, if that scoundrel Tom comes back, he'll definitely contact his former subordinates. Snape was wronged here, so he might lower his guard a little."
It is well-reasoned and convincing.
"Finally, if Professor Snape continues to deduct points like this, Gryffindor will miss out on the House Cup this year."
Ah, this...
With only a few days left until the final exams, let's just stop the investigation into the suspension.
Including the two incidents in Japan and the pub, Dumbledore was outmaneuvered a total of three times.
It's always hard to refuse, just like with an old friend.
"Professor, I'm going to class now~" Vincent walked towards the two School Board Member.
With his left hand, he forcefully picked up Gu Gu, and with his right hand, he flicked Jormungandr on the head.
"Wake up, hurry up and go to the kitchen to eat something delicious."
Dumbledore smiled as he watched them disappear through the gate.
Snape wasn't good at communicating with people, and once he set his mind on something, he wouldn't easily change his mind.
But as long as he doesn't admit that the item is his, no matter how great the privileges of the School Board Member are, they cannot suspend a professor without a reason.
So that's why the scene just now looked like they were making fools of themselves.
Even if we follow the normal procedure, his proud nature would surely lead him to admit it.
It's okay if they don't admit it; they can take the opportunity to mock them mercilessly and vent their anger.
Dumbledore returned to the Headmaster's Office and, under the watchful eyes of dozens of gossipy people, recounted exactly what had happened in the West Tower.
"He knows how to wield power the moment he becomes a member of the School Board Member," Headmaster Black said with disdain.
"Albus Dumbledore, he'll make a mess of the school sooner or later."
Other principals had strong opinions, especially Headmaster Dippet.
"Old man, that's called the proper use of power."
"Bullshit! Don't think I don't know you're indirectly criticizing me for abusing my power!"
"I'm going to curse you? Have you no shame!"
Seeing that the two former headmasters were about to fight, Dumbledore picked up a small, transparent candy from a plate on the table.
In the sweltering summer, you just need some Ice Mice.
With final exams approaching, McGonagall's Transfiguration class was a self-study session for everyone.
She sat on the podium, flipping through the latest issue of "Transfiguration Today," occasionally glancing at the students' performance.
The two students who wrote and successfully published their papers performed the best, both instructing their classmates on how to make objects move.
"Are you sure this will be on the final exam?" Ron shook his wand, which was almost broken in two.
Hermione controlled the Blue Fatty that appeared from the parchment to sit down, and then had it take out a bamboo dragonfly from the semi-circular white pocket on its belly.
Do you remember what the test content was in first grade?
Harry and Ron both shook their heads.
She subtly twitched her lips. "It's about turning a mouse into a snuff bottle. The prettier it is, the higher the score; the less it resembles a snuff bottle, the lower the score."... "And then?" Ron pointed to the Blue Fatty with a bamboo dragonfly on its forehead.
"Professor McGonagall would never tell us to move this weird blue panda."
"It's not a panda!" Hermione quickly calmed down.
"It's a robotic orange cat. It turned blue because a mouse gnawed off its ears."
Ron watched as the Blue Fatty, wearing the bamboo dragonfly, slowly took flight, and quickly pressed down on his thumb, which he instinctively wanted to raise.
"Tch, if it were my Scabbers, this useless cat would be eaten to pieces."
Hermione ignored the stingy man.
I still remember what happened on the train before I enrolled in school. Even though her tone is no longer arrogant and her temper and personality have improved a lot, the way I interact with her is still the same as before.
"Harry, turning living things into inanimate objects is the foundation of Transfiguration, while turning inanimate objects into living things is a more advanced application..."
She began by explaining the causes and then proceeded to analyze in detail each stage of the Transfiguration.
Harry, who was completely confused, kept nodding.
If that's the case, the second-year Transfiguration exam might very well involve making objects move.
Will the creatures that emerge next year have autonomous behavior like animals?
Will the year after next transform living things into another kind of living thing?
Could this be the legendary exam code?
Ron leaned forward to block them from view, his tone sarcastic, "Harry, even if she's right, we don't necessarily have to do things her way."
Hermione shrugged, gesturing for the two of them to look towards Ravenclaw.
The Little Eagle didn't turn into Blue Fatty, but they were all trying to control what they created.
Moreover, most of them were still movable, which made Ron blush.
"This—this—" He shut his mouth as if he couldn't find a way to argue.
Harry had a bitter look on his face.
On one side is a good friend, and on the other is the exam password.
He desperately wanted to have his cake and eat it too, but reality was telling him it was impossible.
"Give it a try." Hermione placed two pieces of parchment in front of them.
"No matter how much I tell you, you'll never learn unless you try."
She didn't seem bothered by Ron's attitude towards her, nor did she appear angry at all.
"Don't let your hands shake, and concentrate a little more."
Ron reluctantly complied, turning the parchment into a particularly crude Blue Fatty.
"Try to let it slowly raise its hand."
It was a success.
The Blue Fatty he conjured raised his round little hands.
"Excellent!" Hermione praised, then looked over at Harry.
You can also raise your hand, but you should do it even more like it.
"Harry, you learn faster than I expected!"
With a bright smile, Harry immediately looked at Ron.
He saw the undisguised joy and stopped wearing a negative expression on his face.
Merlin bless you!
You've got both your best friends and exam passwords figured out!
McGonagall, standing on the podium, turned her gaze away with satisfaction.
If you pay attention in class, you'll find that the final exam content isn't difficult.
It's rare to see someone at this age be able to forgive past mistakes and help classmates equally.
She looked toward the other side of Gryffindor.
Under Vincent's guidance, Neville successfully made a small black man dance.
The dance moves were a bit comical, and she almost fell down several times.
Wait a minute—that medium-length hair that looks like clumps of noodles, that tight-fitting black robe at the top and wide at the bottom, how come it looks so much like a person?
"Thud—" The little figure slammed onto the table in a particularly comical pose.
One of its heels rested on the back of its head, while the other leg stretched out in mid-air, swaying back and forth.
"Merlin's beard!" McGonagall quickly covered her mouth.
She was a little surprised, and her eyes seemed to be smiling.
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