Four Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Dumbledore of Insomnia [33/39]

Chapter 495 Dumbledore the Insomniac

"Their response was very indifferent, but I think those who bully the soft and fear the hard won't dare to refuse your arrangement. Then there is the matter of the giants. We planned to arrange for Hagrid to be an envoy, but he has been making trouble these days. He only listens to Deng. Bleddore's. For the past two days, Dumbledore has been unable to contact him."

"Has Dumbledore never left the headmaster's office?" George asked calmly.

"Not only has he never left the principal's office, he has also changed the spell that guards the statue, and no one can see him. If it wasn't for the house-elves, and knowing that food is delivered to the principal's office every day, we would have thought that Dumbledore has left the school."

Fudge frowned and said annoyed, "The teachers also complained about his plan, why he wanted to resurrect Voldemort, and what he did before. Everyone is waiting for him to give an explanation."

George thought about it for a while and said, well, I should go see him too, it's going to be a holiday soon, we should know everything before the holiday.

As for Hagrid's affairs, he also needs to deal with it himself. This is his proposal. Hagrid has always listened to his words. At this time, he should not stand idly by.

With that said, George and Fudge walked all the way to the principal's office.

Five minutes later, they came all the way to the empty corridor in front of the headmaster's office, where they also saw a familiar person, Snape.

His face was gloomy, his hands were behind his back, and he was pacing back and forth in the corridor. His hair was messy and greasy, and his greasy hair looked worse than ever. His gloomy face was mixed with anger and resentment. His pale face looked like a walking wraith.

Fudge whispered in George's ear, "Snape has been here for the past few days since he woke up. He is more angry than the others and wants to know everything."

Seeing that Snape didn't want to let go, George raised his wand lightly, and a crisp bell went from the tip of his wand to the stone wall behind the monster. The sound permeated through the stone wall, reverberating continuously.

After a short while, in the sound of rumbling, the stone wall opened, and a fiery red flame bird flew down from the spiral staircase.

Dumbledore's voice came out, and he said calmly, "Severus, I need to chat with George alone, and I will tell you everything later."

Snape glared at the bird fiercely, with boundless anger in his eyes. Then, under George's gaze, he silently stepped aside and moved out of the way.

George turned back and said to Fudge, "If you still have business, then go back first, we don't know how long we will talk."

Fudge shook his head hastily and said, "It's okay, I'll just wait here, these things are the most important."

The monster in the hallway came to life and jumped aside. George passed the corridor and up the spiral staircase. The spiral staircase moved up slowly like an escalator, and with a rumbling behind him, the wall closed again.

At the top of the stairs, stepping out of the stone stairs, on the gleaming wooden door, is a brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin.

The door creaked open, and Dumbledore pulled it open in his pajamas, and he said sleepily, "I was sleeping just now."

He said lightly, "It's been a tough few days. I haven't lost sleep like this for many years."

He scratched his tousled silver hair with his hand, and yawned as he walked into the office. At this time, Dumbledore, like a lazy old man, could not see that this was the most powerful wizard ever in the wizarding world. What's more, he has been criticized by the entire magic world in the past few days.

George looked at the furnishings in the office. This was the first time he had come to the principal's office.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices. On the slender-legged table lay many strange silverware, swirling,

Puffs out a small puff of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of old school principals and school principals, all of them looking down at the unexpected visitor from their respective frames.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the desk lay a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat, the sort used in every sorting ceremony.

"Let's take a look. It's pretty good here. I think you will be the headmaster of Hogwarts soon. This will be your office in the future. Do you like this style?" Dumbledore said calmly, It's like a retired principal doing a handover ceremony.

George shook his head and said, "No, I can't have so many portraits in my office. If I had to, I'd replace all the portraits with beauty portraits."

He couldn't stand it, and was surrounded by a group of shriveled and emaciated elderly people anytime, anywhere. Not only him, it is difficult for any normal person to accept such a scene.

He didn't know how the headmasters of Hogwarts had come here over the years, or when they became headmasters, they were all old people, old people?

George's words caused the portraits to explode in an instant, and the thin, withered old principals shouted at him in sharp voices.

"How dare you say that? We are the headmasters of Hogwarts. We represent the tradition of the school, we represent the heritage of the school, we are the history of the school, we are the culture of the school."

"We are the heritage of the school, we represent the honor of the school, we represent everything in the school, how dare you speak to us like that. This rebellious stinky boy, you crazy rebellious stinky student."

The portraits yelled angrily at George, venting their rage.

George stretched out his finger and scratched his ear, and said in a very impatient voice, "Enough is enough."

He pointed at the portraits with his fingers, and said disapprovingly, "You are nothing, you are just a bunch of useless portraits. You are useless, except to be with a useless old man every day, the only fun you have left, Probably just dozing off every day?"

He said in a disdainful tone, "Compared to other portraits hanging in the school, they can look at the students every day and know what the school is like. What do you do every day? The high-level daily memories, that early Memories of being the principal that don't exist."

"If no one reminds you, maybe you don't even remember your own name? Or, do you need to listen to Dumbledore tell you bedtime stories every day to fall asleep?"

(To be continued.)