It's a wonderful thing to be surrounded by a bunch of portraits, especially when the portraits don't actually have much decision-making power.
The atmosphere inside Headmaster's office became serious, and Headmaster Dumbledore, who had a long and white beard, finally waved his hand.
A floating letter rotated rapidly and landed in front of Sean.
Sean heard the crackling sound of the fireplace mixed with the bubbling sound of gurgling, followed by the kind voice of Headmaster Dumbledore:
"Oh - the important part, let's listen to the professors' suggestions -"
The tense atmosphere spread. Sean remembered that the criteria for Scholarship's evaluation were set by the principal. The principal would make a comprehensive decision based on his learning progress and professor's evaluation.
Sean guessed that most of those envelopes contained comments from professors.
He did not expect that the Scholarship approval would be so formal, but it seemed normal. This batch of Galleons was not a small amount.
With a "tearing" sound, Sean heard a familiar and serious female voice:
"I would like to formally and strongly recommend Sean·Mr. Green with the most solemn attitude to obtain this special Scholarship...
He is fully worthy of this funding and has the potential to become the pride of Hogwarts.
——Minerva·McGonagall.
——Hogwarts Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor House. "
Professor McGonagall nodded slightly towards Sean, and his eyes softened a lot.
"Oh—high praise, isn't it?"
Sean blinked when he saw Headmaster Dumbledore.
The portraits nearby also discussed and echoed in low voices. Headmaster Everard, who had a white beard, stroked his beard and nodded slightly. Under the black brim were bright eyes.
"—to him."
At this time, the second envelope was opened, and a cold voice came out.
The entire Headmaster's office fell into silence for a moment.
So the third envelope was opened naturally:
"Yes, as Dean Hufflepuff House and Professor Herbology, I would like to recommend Sean·Mr. Green to obtain this additional Scholarship.
In those dark and cramped days that no one knew about, dear Mr. Green tenaciously found a way out of life. When he is growing vigorously, why can't we spread some more sunshine?
Sincerely,
Pomona·Sprout. "
In Greenhouse,
Professor Sprout subconsciously looked in the direction of the castle. She waved her wand with a smile on her face. Greenhouse A light rain fell instantly, moistening the roots of the magical plants. Professor Sprout knew that they would grow better in the coming year.
"Hmm... very good..."
Professor Dumbledore Fingers crossed, the comments from several professors sounded out one after another.
Without exception, the professors were very optimistic about this little Ravenclaw. The chattering portraits were silent for a moment, and then looked at Sean in surprise, until——
"Ge, grid, Mr. Green, Dang, Dang, of course..."
A stuttering voice made Dilys·Headmistress Derwent frown. As for Dark Arts, she had already faintly noticed that this Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor seemed to be... unusual.
The moment Professor Quirrell's voice sounded, Sean was slightly nervous. Although his Defense Against the Dark Arts notes had always been rated as excellent, Professor Quirrell's thoughts were probably not even clear to him.
"I, I recommend Mr. Green. There is, there is content about Defense Against the Dark Arts. He is very good. He, his talent and knowledge should be paid attention to... He needs this Scholarship, needs to be seen, even just once, so I recommend him to get, get..."
When this stuttering sound sounded, Sean felt like a big drum being beaten hard,
Because he knew that the person who wrote this letter was still Quirinus·Quirrell, a cowardly but smart and talented Ravenclaw, not the twisted Voldemort.
In fact, Professor McGonagall said that the recommendation of three professors is enough.
Sean once thought that Professor Quirrell would not even participate, but the fact is that this professor sent this letter, which is almost unbelievable.
Far away in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the funny-looking, timid Professor Quirrell has a perfect Defense Against the Dark Arts notebook in his hand.
His head was rarely in pain, and his empty eyes seemed to solidify for a moment - a talented and troubled Ravenclaw was in need of help, and the courage that came from nowhere prompted him to write a letter:
"In case, just in case, just send me..."
"Useless thinking... my foolish servant! Full of absurd ideas about good and evil..."
A dark, cramped voice sounded in Quirrell's mind, and Professor Quirrell covered his head in pain.
"There is no good or evil in this world, only power! There are also the delusions of those who are unable to gain power... You'd better remember this! Next time, do such a stupid thing again..."
Professor Quirrell seemed to be afraid of this sound. He was trembling and his face was twisted, but he didn't even dare to scream.
"One wrong choice is enough to cause permanent tragedy..."
Professor Dumbledore's gaze was far away and out of focus, and no one heard his voice. Only the sound of the wind accompanied the gurgling of the kettle.
The portraits that were chattering at first have stood aside blankly, because up to now, all seven professors have given extremely high evaluations. The scrutiny of the portraits has gradually become tolerant and eager:
"It's unbelievable!"
exclaimed a portrait in a low voice.
As Headmaster Dumbledore knocked on the silverware, Professor McGonagall said loudly:
"Please be quiet——"
So Headmaster Dumbledore stood up naturally:
"In view of Sean·Mr. Green's achievements and qualities in magic learning, I declare——"
Headmaster Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and a neatly packaged bag with no wrinkles, a crisp and soft bag floated in front of Sean.
"Sean·Mr. Green, you have obtained this Scholarship."
The portraits burst into warm applause, and even Headmaster Dumbledore clapped his hands gently.
Headmaster's office Sir Cadogan, who was eavesdropping behind the door, screamed instantly and even picked up Violet.
Within Headmaster's Office.
Sean caught the bag, and he knew that the gentle, hard-working, exciting, tired, and urgent Hogwarts time came to a successful end at this moment.
This is not the end, but the beginning of another story...
"When you stand on the threshold of the best phase of your life, you are suddenly attracted to the unknown. The real danger, my child, is not to step into the unknown, but to refuse the call."
Headmaster Dumbledore smiled kindly. He stretched out his hand slightly and motioned to Sean to open the bag.
The moment Sean honestly opened it, he was stunned.