Chapter 493 Request (Modified)
"Sturgis Podmore has been arrested, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and reported to Dumbledore.
"He was supposed to escort Harry to King's Cross that day." Dumbledore's fingers joined together, his expression serious.
"According to Kingsley, he was captured by Ministry of Magic guard Eric Munch, who found him at one o'clock in the morning trying to break through a first-class security door that contained Harry and You-Know-Who's Prophecy Ball. That room." Professor McGonagall's tone was solemn, "I was caught straight, and the evidence is full. I'm afraid there is no way to get rid of the crime in the trial of the Wizengamot."
"The room containing the prophecy ball, why did he run there in the middle of the night inexplicably, could it be that Voldemort wanted to know the prophecy, and what news did Sturgis get?" Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table.
"This situation is indeed abnormal. What kind of consequences will Stoji have to bear?" Mag asked, clenched his fists.
"Although it didn't cause too much damage, I'm afraid Fudge will let him stay in Azkaban for a while." Dumbledore looked solemn.
"Why didn't Sturgis tell us first, brainless and reckless, is it so difficult to send an owl?" Professor McGonagall's eyes sparkled, "He has a pile of water plants on his head, and there is something in his head. Is it also full of water plants?"
"It's hard for Sturgis to explain why he broke into that door at such a late hour. In order to keep a secret, he can only refuse to defend himself." Dumbledore's body leaned heavily on the back of the chair. redeem.
Without the privilege of not having to attend lectures, Allen felt that a lot of time was wasted in useless places. Of course, he hoped to get more knowledge and inspiration from the professors' classes, but the professors took care of ordinary little wizards. , the knowledge points taught by Alan have been fully mastered and can even be extended to more content. He is very boring in such a class, and it is a waste of his precious time.
Not only that, but he also needs to complete the assignments assigned by the professors. Although he can finish each assignment smoothly and in the fastest time in the school, he still needs to spend a lot of time on these assignments added up for each subject. He has fully grasped the content above.
After taking courses with the little wizards of Ravenclaw for a period of time, Allen could no longer bear such a waste of time. It was a great loss to waste time on the knowledge he had already mastered .
Therefore, after dinner that day, Allen couldn't wait to go to the teacher's table, and found Principal Dumbledore. The other professors looked at Allen curiously, and Umbridge ate a piece of steak slowly, as if it was the world The top delicacy in the world needs to be savored bit by bit.
"Alan, what is this?" Dumbledore tilted his head, uncertain of Alan's purpose.
"Principal Dumbledore, I want to ask you if you can allow me to arrange my time freely like last semester. I can guarantee that I can get all O's in the final O.W.L.s exam." Allen said the purpose directly after saluting politely out.
"He can do it, Albus, and I don't think he's getting much out of the classes, which are too rudimentary for him to be holding him up. In fact, I think Alan Now even if you take the N.E.W.T. exams in the seventh grade, you can get all O's." Professor Filius Flitwick's shrill voice made Dumbledore's head slightly tilted.
Allen glanced at his dean gratefully, and Professor Flitwick left his seat and came to them.
"I trust your judgment, Felius." Dumbledore clasped his hands together in front of him, "But Alan, my dear child, please forgive me for not granting your request, the Tournament is over, You have to attend classes according to the school's schedule, and you can't break the rules. There have been many other outstanding students in Hogwarts history, so I can't give you this privilege again just because you have excellent grades.
"
Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and rejected Allen.
Although Allen was disappointed, he didn't continue to persuade. Since Dumbledore had already made a decision and clearly rejected Allen, it would be futile to pester him.
Umbridge, who was sitting by the side, put down his knife and fork, and his eyes flickered across Allen and Dumbledore.
"Albus, what Felius said makes sense. Mr. Harris really doesn't need to take these courses. Why did he refuse him?" Professor McGonagall asked in wonder, looking at Allen's back as he walked away.
"I think he needs to get in touch with young wizards of the same age through these courses, instead of being bored in the room to study and study alone. A lot of communication with peers is good for his growth. Last year he hardly came After taking lessons, he has mastered a lot of dangerous spells in such a short period of time. I am worried that he will be too obsessed with studying black magic and be influenced by them, but it is inconvenient to tell him directly, so as not to provoke him rebellious psychology." Dumbledore replied sincerely, and he really meant well.
"Dumbledore, you always think you are right. Obviously, Alan Harris is the same kind of person as you." Snape's tone was a bit harsh, he stood up, and left the auditorium, his black robe rolled behind him with.
That night, Umbridge left the brightly lit castle, disappeared into the darkness, and headed for Fudge's home.
In the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry were immersed in their astronomy lessons, and Gryffindor had practiced during the day, so neither of them had finished their homework until now.
Then there was a high-pitched hooting of an owl outside the window, and Harry and Ron looked up. A beautiful long-eared owl stood on the windowsill, staring at Ron in the room with wide eyes.
"Is this Hermes?" Harry asked, looking startled.
"Jesus, that's it!" whispered Ron, dropping the quill, and standing up. "Why is Percy writing to me?"
He went to open the window and Hermes flew in and landed on Ron's papers, with a leg sticking out and a letter tied to it. Ron unwrapped the letter, and the owl flew away in no time, leaving ink-stained footprints on Ron's drawing of Io.
"Yes, it must be Percy's handwriting." Ron said, sitting back on the chair, staring at the few lines outside the parchment: Hogwarts, Gryffindor House, Ron Weiss rai.
Ron opened the parchment scroll and looked. His eyes swept down the parchment line by line, and his brows frowned more and more.
"Dear Ron: I have just heard (from the Minister for Magic himself, who heard from your observer, Ms Umbridge) that you have become a prefect at Hogwarts . . . It's a pity I didn't get to see you often over the summer. I hate to criticize our parents, but if they continue to hang out with the dangerous people around Dumbledore, I'm afraid I'll never be able to live with them under the same roof again (If you ever write to your mother, tell her that a man named Sturgis Podmore, a close friend of Dumbledore's, has recently been arrested for trespassing at the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps this will Let them see what lowly criminals they are now dealing with.) I consider myself very fortunate to have escaped in time the disgrace of being in the company of such people - the Minister has been very magnanimous to me - so I sincerely hope and request You, Ron, my brother, don't let family affection blind you from the wrong nature of our parents' beliefs and actions. I sincerely hope that someday they will realize that they were wrong. Of course , and when that day comes, I will gladly accept their heartfelt apologies... Perhaps you dare not disown Potter—I know he may be insane, and, as far as I know, violent—if If you do have concerns in this regard, or find something disturbing about Potter's behavior, I implore you to speak to Ms. Dolores Umbridge, she is a very lovely and easy-going woman, I I know she'd be happy to give you some advice..."
After reading the letter, Ron had a look of disgust on his face. He slipped the letter into Harry's hand.
Harry skimmed through the letters, looking up at his red-haired friend.
"Well," said Ron, trying to make it sound as if he thought the whole thing was ridiculous, "if you want to - er - how do you say it?" - he looked at Percy's letter - " Oh yes - 'disconnect' with me, I swear I'll never be violent."
"Give me back the letter," said Ron, holding out his hand. "He's—" said Ron impulsively, tearing Percy's letter in half. "In the world—" he tore the letter in four. "The biggest—" He tore the letter into eight pieces, "Fool." He tossed the scraps into the fire.
"Come on, we've got to get this done before daylight," the red-haired boy said briskly to Harry, pulling Professor Sinistra's paper back in front of him.