Due Date

Only half an hour had passed.

After the other three schools handed in black cloth bags containing Fluxweed.

At the Gryffindor table, Dean was sitting in the last row, had just finished his final work and put it into a cloth bag.

Professor Polaqi then announced the end of the course.

They also informed them that the next Group Potion class would be held next Saturday from 1 p. m. to 3 p. m.

The War Magic class was also delayed until 4 p. m.

As soon as Professor Polaqi finished speaking, Krum hurriedly disappeared from the spot.

Ron didn't even have time to react.

To this, Harry said, "Ron, why don't you just write a letter and explain it clearly?"

It's always like this; Krum doesn't know how long he'll keep avoiding you.

"No way, I don't believe it!" Ron said indignantly, taking a bite of his chicken leg.

"Stop messing around! I think you're just causing trouble for Harry."

Even someone as excellent as Harry Quidditch needs a world-class Quidditch star as a sparring partner.

"If we had explained things earlier, Harry could have played some challenging Quidditch and relaxed a bit." Ginny strolled over slowly, glaring at Ron.

She never expected to hear such foolish things from Ron so soon after parting ways with Luna.

What's more, she sees her brother following a man around like a madman all day long.

Doesn't she have any dignity left?

Meanwhile, on the other side, at Ryan's place.

"I think we're more like workers than students. I still don't understand how to make Group Potion," Hermione said indignantly, glancing cautiously at Ryan out of the corner of her eye.

The person she thinks can answer this question.

However, Ryan did not respond.

He simply smiled and rested his chin on his hand, looking at her.

Until he saw her ears turn bright red, and she shyly punched his chest with her little fists.

Ryan then opened his mouth, "Do you really think these schools teach proper knowledge?"

They thought the competition was just for teaching purposes.

More advanced knowledge is unlikely to be shared with outsiders.

In the Wizarding World, knowledge equals power.

What you're concerned about is how it's made afterward.

He'll tell us in the end.

"You know now, how boring."

Seeing that Hermione wanted to say something more, he waved his hand, and a hazy gray light membrane flashed by.

The two reappeared at the bottom of the Bermuda Triangle.

In that wizard city called Atlantis.

Hermione immediately forgot about the previous question.

They headed straight for the library.

Meanwhile, Ryan took advantage of Hermione's inattention to split into two separate forms.

We went to the Chum Bucket restaurant.

He hasn't had a crab burger for almost a week.

Meanwhile, Harry also said goodbye to Ginny and Ron.

They went to the Headmaster's Office —the place in the Seventh Floor corridor where there was a lone stone monster.

"Sour soda," Harry said.

The stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a movable spiral staircase behind it.

Harry climbed the stairs, ascending higher and higher as they spiraled around, until he finally arrived at the door to Dumbledore's office with its brass door knocker.

Harry knocked on the door.

"Come in." It was Dumbledore's voice.

The door then opened automatically.

"Good evening, sir," Harry said as he walked into the Headmaster's Office.

He looked around curiously. This was his first time in the Headmaster's Office.

Behind the door was a tall, gilded perch, which must have been where Fawkes lived.

But now it's nowhere to be found.

This room, like their dormitory, also has a dome.

There were also funny little noises and white smoke.

Harry almost thought Dumbledore was puffing away on a wooden pipe.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I discovered that the source of the smoke and the sound were strange and unusual silver objects of unknown purpose.

They were all placed one by one on the slender table legs.

The walls are covered with portraits of the former male and female principals, all of them gently snoring in their respective frames.

He knew an annoying old man with a goatee.

That was Sirius's great-grandfather.

He had seen it in a framed picture on the wall at Grimmauld Place, Number 12.

Harry quickly looked away.

He didn't want to be ridiculed by this strange old man again.

He looked towards the center of the room.

There was a huge table there with claw-shaped legs.

Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind the table.

He quickly avoided Dumbledore's sharp gaze and looked behind him.

There was a shelf there, on which sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat— the Sorting Hat.

He was thinking of wearing it again.

However, at this moment, Dumbledore spoke up, "How about it, my little room isn't bad, is it?"

Harry, this is your first time in my office.

You might wonder why I'm giving you individual instruction.

And why is the other mysterious professor absent? Where did he go?

I'll tell you everything later.

"I—I said, was that person Grindelwald?"

There's also "The Quibbler," which has "Sorry" on it.

"I mean, does it have anything to do with him not coming?" Harry was very annoyed.

He just misspoke.

Ron is the one who corrupted him!

However, Dumbledore simply smiled nonchalantly and said, "Xenophilius Lovegood certainly has a keen intuition."

Aside from the parts about Tom and you, everything else in that book is logically sound.

It barely touches on reality.

I said, "Why are you so anxious?"

Are you afraid I'll take action?

Harry, I'm just an old man.

I don't have that much energy.

My morals wouldn't allow me to do that either.

Professors and students are inherently in an unequal relationship.

In such a relationship, professors should not create any additional weights with students that would further tip the scales.

"Grindelwald is pregnant?" Dumbledore's tolerance allowed Harry to begin to rekindle the reckless courage he inherited from James Potter.

"You—you're blushing," Harry exclaimed.

"Congratulate me," Dumbledore blinked, "Though I have no intention of reconciling with Grindelwald."

But he did take the so-called Male-Male Pregnancy Potion.

To be honest, this name is just a gimmick.

It should rightfully be called Transgender Pregnancy Potion.

After all, besides men and women, women can also have children through it.

The only drawback is that this Potions can only be taken once.

"So, he's not coming?"

"I mean, when can Mr. Grindelwald— " Harry wasn't sure if he should continue.

He felt this was too close to Dumbledore's privacy.

"You want to know when the baby will be born, right?"

"Like a normal baby, around 10 months old," Dumbledore said.

"But wasn't Voldemort supposed to be resurrected this semester?" Harry calculated the time.

"Voldemort's resurrection is expected to occur around the end of this semester."

That is, it will end in June next year.

Around July.

"It will be almost October by then," Dumbledore replied.