At the same time, in the office of Professor Ancient Magic Texts.
Professor Babling had thrown her coat on the table and changed the jeans that showed off her good figure into loose trousers.
As a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years but still pursues fashion, she is completely different from her European counterparts who like to sleep in coffins.
Professor Babuling always enjoys herself as much as she can, and lives as comfortably as she can.
If it hadn't been for some reason that she signed a contract with the insidious and cunning principal at the time, Professor Babuling wouldn't even want to take the ancient magic text class.
After changing her clothes, Professor Babuling lay facelessly on the bed.
The sneakers and socks were also thrown out by Professor Babuling, and a pair of white calves and exquisite feet were dangling in mid-air, colliding with each other.
"That little guy Albus didn't lie to me this time,"
Professor Babling muttered and picked up a mirror from the bedside table.
"It's strange, he obviously likes to lie to people."
She tapped the edge of the mirror lightly and shouted without any image: "Albus! Little one! Come out quickly!"
The double-sided mirror lit up, and Professor Dumbledore's face appeared in the mirror.
"Albus, you didn't lie to me today?" Professor Babling didn't say hello and went straight to the point.
Professor Dumbledore looked puzzled and smiled bitterly: "Bathcida, how did I lie to you?"
"Oh? Do you want me to calculate the general ledger for you?" Professor Babuling raised her hand, and a small book flew over on the table.
She shook the black-covered notebook in front of the mirror, opened it with a smirk, and read a page:
"In April 1898, an unknown Gryffindor prefect with red hair and blue eyes, who also served as the male president of the student union, came to me with an unknown blond boy from Durmstrang."
"During the period, the two told me that they were in true love and wanted to use the Resurrection Stone as a ring to prove it..."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Professor Dumbledore shouted, his face turned red.
"Bathcida, I was immature at that time, please forget about this."
"People need to look forward. Since I became the principal, when have I lied to you?"
Professor Babling leaned the mirror against the bedside table and covered half of her face with an open notebook.
Her eyes blinked a little, glowing with light.
All your dirty information is in my hands, so I ask you if you are afraid?
Professor Dumbledore looked at the contents and couldn't help but feel a headache again.
"I have recorded all the bad things you young people have done," Professor Babling hummed, looking very happy.
"Do you need me to help you recall? Dear Headmaster Albus Dumbledore?"
Professor Dumbledore wisely changed the subject:
"So why did you contact me? Don't tell me just to tease me."
"It's nothing, I just sighed that what you said was right, that Harry Potter is indeed a very good prospect."
Professor Babuling threw the notebook aside, picked up the mirror and turned over, "There are finally two good students in this class who are suitable for learning ancient magic texts."
"That's good, congratulations." Professor Dumbledore put a smile on his face again.
"By the way, I told you one thing last time," Professor Babling tried to remember. "I seemed to have told you during the holidays that several ancient vampires had awakened."
"Later, I investigated their movements, but there should be another hidden reason for their awakening, and it probably has nothing to do with the war you are worried about."
"After all, their natural flaws have not been compensated for, and when I peeped, I felt that they looked a little... panicked and scared?"
"Really? I understand." Professor Dumbledore's face suddenly turned serious, "Thank you very much, Bathida."
After the two ended the call, Professor Babling threw the mirror away and looked at the ceiling.
In fact, she also had a vague premonition of something ominous.
…
The first Saturday after school came, but Harley was even busier.
She originally planned to sleep in, visit Hagrid at ten o'clock, and sneak into the Forbidden Forest with her black dog godfather whose faction was unknown.
She had to attend the Transfiguration Club in the afternoon and make up classes with Professor Snape in the evening.
But before dawn, Harley was pulled up from the bed by Angelina.
This year is Wood's last year in school. Coupled with the two consecutive championships in the previous two years, Wood has completely gone crazy.
After graduation, he plans to find a professional club in the UK and become a professional Quidditch player.
If you can win three consecutive championships in the Hogwarts school league and create a dynasty, that will definitely be a big bonus.
So Wood couldn't wait to set up his tactics on the first weekend.
But he miscalculated. After winning their second consecutive championship, the Weasley twins had already anticipated that Wood would do this.
They colluded with Angelina, Aaliyah and Katie in advance to hang Wood up when he entered the locker room and negotiate to obtain their legal rights.
So, Harry, who had gotten up early, hugged the broom and watched dumbfoundedly as Captain Wood's left foot was tied up with three ropes as soon as he entered the locker room, and was pressed to the ground by the Weasley twins.
After a full morning of negotiations, Wood signed the unequal treaty in tears, which greatly reduced training time.
"You are irresponsible to Gryffindor!" Wood burst into tears, trying to accuse the team members of atrocities.
But everyone, including Harley, who had not received the news in advance, had no sympathy for Wood, especially after everyone saw Wood's professional team training plan filled with several volumes of parchment.
After training, Harley carried her broom and headed to Hagrid's hut with Hermione, who had eaten breakfast to watch her training.
When they walked across the grass and came to the door of Hagrid's cabin, they discovered that the hippogriff that had injured Malfoy was still tied at the door.
At this time, the doors and windows of Hagrid's hut were closed, Fang was lying on the doorway basking in the sun, and Buckbeak was sleeping with his eyes closed.
Sirius was tearing into a piece of bacon.
After seeing Harley, he immediately threw the meat aside and ran to Harley quickly, wagging his tail into a flower.
Yaya, who was lying far away from Sirius, also stood up in an instant, rushed to his meat at the same speed as Sirius, and took away most of the remaining piece of bacon.
But Sirius didn't care, how could bacon be as important as his goddaughter?
Harry also rubbed Sirius's dog's head and patted it gently.
Well, it feels pretty good.
If he is a liar and the real traitor is him, then Harley can use her hands a little harder to open the Heavenly Spirit Cap with her bare hands.
(End of chapter)
