Special Privileges for Model Students

The ceiling of the castle's Great Hall reflected the storm clouds gathering outside.

When Vincent entered, Dumbledore at the staff table winked at him.

Something this serious had happened on the school bus; there was no way the school would not know about it.

As it happened, he had a major question as well.

He returned to the entrance hall, turned left, climbed the stairs, and arrived at the Headmaster's Office.

He had arrived early this year; it was only just past evening.

Hot tea and sweets had been set out on the desk, probably prepared by the thoughtful Dobby.

After greeting the Sorting Hat and the former headmasters, Vincent sat down and took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Dumbledore picked up a transparent Ice Mouse, placed it in his mouth, and listened patiently.

"Professor, didn't the Ministry of Magic notify you in advance?"

"I received the news this morning."

"Including those Dementors conducting security checks?"

Dumbledore remained silent.

Vincent felt even more displeased.

Hogwarts was a school. It should not be dragged into politics.

International image was something officials needed to consider. Once they compromised once, there would be a second time.

"Professor, I want to convene a School Board meeting."

"Cornelius has already assured me that nothing similar will happen again."

Fudge's assurances were complete bullshit.

From his promise two years ago to catch Quirrell, who had broken into Gringotts, to his promise to maintain Azkaban's record of zero escapes, most of his assurances had never come true.

Vincent downed three cups of hot tea in one go. "You're too easygoing, Professor.

"It's like cooking. Add too much seasoning, and it is bound to become a disaster."

"Yes." Dumbledore picked up an Ice Mouse from the saucer and examined it carefully.

"I know very well