"It's possible to choose anywhere -"
Dumbledore looked serious and repeated the words of the Sorting Hat softly. Although the portraits on the wall were eager to discuss the ridiculous and inexplicably awe-inspiring title of 'Hogwarts Heir', they were trying their best to suppress it. He said nothing for fear of disturbing Dumbledore's thinking.
"I have to say thank you,"
After a long time, Dumbledore's tone became lighter. He sat in his chair and nodded to the Sorting Hat.
"The wisdom of the four founders is Hogwarts' most valuable asset, and tonight, it prevented me from potentially making a terrible mistake."
After saying these words, Dumbledore stood up from his chair and walked around the table, pacing in the circular office.
"Certain choices at a certain age are really wise words,"
Dumbledore smiled and said, "Even I can't completely avoid the trap of prejudice, can I?"
No one needed to answer, Dumbledore was just talking to himself.
"--Amosta is very similar to Tom. This is something I have always been worried about. This worry is so strong that even though I know that he and Tom are two completely different people, I dare not completely let go. Come on...I have to admit that being from Slytherin House amplifies my concern about the similarities between him and Tom, but in fact, this is just a terrible prejudice!"
"That's what it is, Albus!"
Phineas took advantage of the opportunity and said loudly happily,
"We all know that powerful wizards have privileges. Although the child sometimes flouts the law and disdains the rules, he is always kind. What happened tonight is strong evidence... Those from the Ministry of Magic The guys who are becoming more and more incompetent can’t withstand his torture!”
Phineas had a bad reputation during his lifetime, and it was obvious that he would not be very popular among his peers after his death. Unfortunately, what he said did make some sense, so the previous principals remained silent, neither agreeing with his words nor Do not refute.
This was already a very powerful encouragement for Phineas. He looked around triumphantly, his dark eyes rolling around.
"We should forgive such a talented young man for the trivial mistakes he made and patiently guide him back to the right path."
"What makes you so tolerant and kind tonight, Principal Black?"
Dumbledore stopped in front of the golden branches where Fawkes lived, looked up at the portrait of Phineas, and said gently.
"It's clear what I mean, isn't it?"
Phineas's goatee trembled with a sly smile. He carefully and diplomatically said to Dumbledore,
"Since we can be lenient to Amosta Brain for the mistakes he has made in recent years, then, Albus, my useless great-great-grandson..."
"Aha!"
Armando Dippet, who looked at Phineas with contempt for a long time, shouted excitedly,
"I knew you were planning this, and the plot was exposed!"
Phineas's act of confusing the public aroused public outrage, and for a while, there was a lot of verbal and verbal criticism. Among the fierce rebuke, Phineas shouted loudly,
"You are jealous, gentlemen, the noble Black family will live forever, and there will never be a traitor in the noble Black family!"
"Please stay calm, everyone, if we continue to argue, I'm afraid Argus will come to your door!"
Dumbledore shook his silver eyebrows and looked a little helpless. At a certain moment, he was even a little afraid that one day he would be hung on this wall, facing the daily noise of his ancestors, from helplessness to compromise, One day I even joined in the fun...
"I'm sure you understand, Principal Black,"
Dumbledore, who had regained his composure, said in a stern tone, "The sins Sirius committed cannot be forgiven, right?"
"That's what I was going to tell you!"
Phineas was squeezed out by his colleagues and was speechless. He forgot to respect Dumbledore and shouted fiercely.
"My great-great-grandson, you all keep saying that he took refuge with the Dark Lord who must not even be named and betrayed the Potters, but you can't produce any actual evidence, right? Dumbledore, that child is under your nose. When you grow up, you know very well what kind of person he is, and you can see how close his relationship with that Potter is, and it is impossible for him to betray the Potters. There must be a misunderstanding in this!"
"joke!"
Not surprisingly, the person who refuted the words was Principal Armando Dippet.
"Your great-great-grandson used a magic spell to send away thirteen innocent souls in broad daylight, and one of them was his best friend!"
Once again, effective communication ceases, and pointless conflict breaks out again.
More than a dozen former principals crowded into Armando's frame and tried to separate the two principals Dippet and Black, but for some reason, the fight ended up turning into a melee.
This time, Dumbledore did not immediately stop him. He frowned and murmured softly,
"Even in that era of lies and betrayal, this was a puzzling thing. The truth...the facts of the crime are clear..."
"Albus-"
Delise Devante was the only headmaster who did not join in the melee of portraits. She called Dumbledore by name.
"What are you going to do about Amosta Blaine?"
Dumbledore's brows widened, and he ignored the scuffle among the portrait talkers and returned to his seat. He once again resumed his posture of interlacing his fingers and staring at the dome, and fell into deep thought for a long time...
...........
Amosta didn't expect that wall of fire to completely stop Albus Dumbledore and his phoenix. He only hoped that the magic could buy him a few more seconds.
In the next five minutes, he hardly stayed in one place for more than three seconds. He kept apparating and smoothing away traces of magic power. In the end, even he, who had considerable magic power reserves, was here. I was very tired during the crazy transformation process.
"You really didn't come after me?"
Amosta stayed in a jungle that he had gone deep into during his past missions, holding on to a towering tree and panting slightly.
"Huh, so what if you know?" Amosta straightened up and smiled slightly, "A gentleman can be deceived."
The dazzling starlight cast by the boundless star screen and the cool air of the primeval jungle in the middle of the night calmed down Amosta's slightly throbbing mood. After thinking about it, he put on his usual wizard robe and teleported back to Huo Huo. Germode.
Hogsmeade looms late at night in the thick fog. On the commercial street that runs through the center of the village, there are many shadowy shadows walking through the fog. Most of these guys are regular visitors to the underground world. They are here too. It's for trading or issuing commissions, but I don't want to be exploited by a broker like Foley, so I hope to use Albus Dumbledore's name to scare the target of the transaction from messing around.
Amosta ignored these wizards. He strode past Fengya Wizard Clothing Store and Literary Residence, heading towards the Three Broomsticks Bar.
"Oh my god, oh my god--"
Just when Amosta was about to reach the alleyway of his temporary residence, he unexpectedly heard a humming voice coming from the dark alley on the other side of the bar. Moreover, the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
After thinking for a moment, Amosta walked towards the alley where the noise came from, and immediately saw a huge and honest figure who was drunk and leaning on the edge of several trash cans, groaning. Non-stop.
"Hagrid, how could it be you?!"
Amosta looked surprised. He trotted over and held his breath to cut off the smelly breath. Then, he leaned down and lifted Hagrid's furry beard.
"What makes you drunk late at night? And what makes you cry alone?"
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