When Filch shouted those words in a slightly desperate tone, the noisy auditorium fell into silence for a very short time.
Filch had probably never received such attention in his life. In the entire auditorium, the eyes of hundreds of young wizards fell on him. Even the professors at the staff table stared in disbelief. Looking at him.
"I-I thought you would see this coming, Principal-"
Filch's cheeks turned red and he hesitated.
This kind of scene rarely appeared in the auditorium. Filch's voice when he spoke again was like a magic spell that restored his voice. In an instant, the huge auditorium was ten times noisier than before. The little wizards stood up one after another, and the sound of tables and chairs knocking over was like someone trying to demolish a house!
"I told you, Harry!"
Hermione's excited voice was inconspicuous in the commotion, and she shouted to Harry,
"This is just great!"
"He actually did this -"
Ron's confused and shocked expression was very interesting even among the astonished little wizards. He opened his mouth and said in a daze.
Ron's words reminded Harry, and he jumped up on the spot. He ignored Hermione's anger and was about to run upstairs, but -
boom!
Just like a bomb exploding, the huge roar that suddenly appeared in the auditorium made everyone freeze in place.
"I hope you can continue to enjoy lunch quietly in the auditorium. Of course, I have no objection to the students who have filled their stomachs and return to the lounge to have a full rest before the pleasant afternoon classes begin. There is trouble upstairs. , I hope you can fully trust me to handle it."
Dumbledore stood up from his chair. Although his words were not harsh, his tone was commanding. The young wizards rarely saw Xiang Lai's amiable principal speaking to them in this tone.
"thank you for your support--"
After confirming that the situation was under control, Dumbledore nodded towards the young wizards, and then faced Professor McGonagall, who looked a little panicked, with a calm expression, as if the two portraits pinched upstairs were the two portraits in the portrait.
"Can you please keep order here, Minerva? I'm afraid I have to go upstairs and have a look—"
"Oh—upstairs, yes, Albus!"
Professor McGonagall grabbed Dumbledore who was about to go to the hall, and a worried light flickered in her eyes.
"You must be able to control the situation, Albus?"
"Ah, of course -" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"I will be back later to enjoy my pudding. It would be a shame to waste food on our little elf friends who work so hard to fill our bellies."
Dumbledore's sleeve slipped away from Professor McGonagall's hand, which was loosened due to weakness, and everyone's eyes fell on Dumbledore's old but joyless cheeks. When Dumbledore walked into the hall, he turned to look at Harry, and his gaze was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, calming down Harry's congested brain.
Harry was sure that Dumbledore's look was a warning, warning him not to make things more complicated.
Under the successive shouts of Professor McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout, the young wizards reluctantly returned to where they had just eaten, but the atmosphere in the auditorium was as solemn as lead and mercury. .
Since the establishment of Hogwarts, there has never been a fight between two professors in the school.
"Why doesn't he let me go up!"
Harry had never been so angry with Dumbledore as he was at this moment. At times like this, Sirius needed support the most, but Dumbledore wouldn't let him go upstairs.
"We all know that Sirius and Professor Snape don't deal with each other, and they have a long history of grievances," Hermione said calmly, "Dumbledore knows very well that your going up will only intensify their conflicts."
It's not that Harry didn't know what Hermione said. He knew that the fight between Sirius and Snape had something to do with him, but precisely because of this, he couldn't turn a blind eye. His classmates obviously knew this too, and many of them People's eyes were pointed at him, and they were whispering to the people around him.
This was particularly unbearable for Harry, as if these people were accusing him of being a coward.
"They are on the fourth floor, in front of the campus hospital, Mr. Principal!"
When Dumbledore jumped over a suddenly collapsed staircase and reached the second floor, the famous Adolbert Woflin excitedly showed Dumbledore the way in his own painting frame, which was "Principles of Magic" The author, who often got mad at being woken up by Gryffindor wizards wandering around in the middle of the night.
"Thank you, Mr. Woflin, I think I can find them—"
At this moment, Dumbledore's expression became grim, and he hurried past a group of portraits who enthusiastically reported to him.
Boom!
When Dumbledore walked to the fourth floor, there was a roar of explosions and thick smoke coming from the other end of the corridor like an avalanche. However, before the dust had passed halfway through the corridor, it was blocked by a magic The barrier blocked it, leaving some people behind it unscathed.
Amosta leaned against the stone wall. In the morning, because he needed to continue compiling his syllabus and upcoming announcements, he did not come to the auditorium to eat. Instead, he asked the elf in the kitchen to deliver the food to him in the office. , at this moment, he was holding a plate in his left hand and grabbing a sandwich in his right hand, watching the duel with interest and eating with relish.
Next to Amosta were a frightened Malfoy, Madam Pomfrey whose hair was flying in anger, and several young wizards who were staying in the school hospital due to various problems.
Seeing Amosta, the sharp aura radiating around Dumbledore's tall body immediately shrank back, and he strode forward until he was behind them.
"Oh, you're here, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Madam Pomfrey's angry voice trembled,
"You can't believe what happened. The two of them were fighting outside the school hospital. Oh, if it weren't for Amosta, you would be looking for our bodies in the ruins right now, Dumbledore!"
"Oh, that's a nice move!"
In the other half of the smoke-filled corridor, Sirius was approaching quickly. He blasted half of the wall with a magic spell, causing stones to crackle like bullets. Snape ducked into the door of a room and waved his wand. Three swishes of silver earth-cursed light dispersed the ashes, scratched Sirius's cheek, and hit Amosta's magic barrier!
Seeing that no one was injured, Dumbledore's face softened slightly. His eyes fell on Amosta. Before he could speak, Amosta, who was foresighted, patted the silent Draco on the shoulder. He said calmly,
"Our little Mr. Malfoy tried to show his character in Sirius' class, which resulted in him being punished and sent to the school hospital. This little guy is quite smart. He asked Miss Parkinson to inform me first and then inform me. Professor Snape, and Sirius came to the campus hospital after finishing his morning classes to check on Malfoy--"
Amosta shrugged.
"Well, then the fight started."
"Why didn't you stop it, Amosta?"
Dumbledore's voice was stern.
"Why stop it?" Amosta turned his head and said with a smile, "Conflict is bound to happen, sooner rather than later. At least now I'm watching, so there won't be any big problems."
"Is that all you have, Snotlout!"
Sirius, whose cheek was scratched, did not retreat but advanced. He raised his wand and a thick red curse light left the end of his curse and shot out towards Snape at the door.
"You haven't made much progress in these years, have you?"
Snape was well prepared for Sirius's counterattack. His eyes were strong, and his wand drew an arc in mid-air. Under a burst of bright silver-green sparks, the curse light emitted by Sirius was scattered. Then, he He stirred the wand and sprayed a thick black mist towards the ground. Under the influence of this black mist, the scattered stones on the ground transformed into venomous snakes as thick as a wrist.
Hundreds of black poisonous snakes occupied the floor, walls and ceiling of the corridor. They spat scarlet snake letters towards Sirius and made frightening hissing sounds.
"You're making great progress, pug!"
Snape stood in the middle of a group of pythons and grinned.
"I mean, tough-talking and self-righteous!"
(End of chapter)
