Chapter 851: All For the Greater Good

"Dumbledore," Horace and Dumbledore walked forward side by side when they left the school infirmary and there were no students around. He rubbed his hands hesitantly and hinted at the suspicion in a low voice, "Look In its present form... if something happens to you, who will benefit the most?"

"You doubt Professor Alan Harris?" Dumbledore's blue eyes under the crescent-shaped glasses were a little surprised.

"Dumbledore, that's what you said, I didn't say it was him!" Slughorn frowned. The reason why he didn't directly say that he doubted Alan was because he didn't want to be in front of McGonagall and Snape. The professor said it directly in front of them to avoid crowds. Once it reached Alan's ears, he would be a little embarrassed to face him again, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to say it directly.

"Impossible, Mr. Harris would never do such a thing, absolutely impossible!" Professor McGonagall retorted resolutely, and she shook her head in disapproval.

For so many years, McGonagall has watched Alan grow up to the point where he is now. Even if he disagrees with him, he has misunderstood him, but he has personally experienced the incident where Alan stopped Umbridge from trying to seize Dumbledore's personal belongings. Finally, she didn't think that Alan could be so bad, although the other party sometimes liked to play pranks and tried to get himself to write a review during the Ministry of Magic incident, which made her a little angry... And think about the Quidditch game again, Alan Lun is not a second-generation mysterious person who doesn't like broomsticks. For the sake of fairness, he would rather donate a large sum of Galleons to buy broomsticks for the Quidditch teams of all colleges. How could such a person do such a thing as poisoning wine? McGonagall, who was also the main force of the Quidditch school team and a senior fanatical Quidditch fan during his school days, has his own judgment.

Dumbledore twirled the ring on his withered finger, "Oh, please forgive Horace, but although I misunderstood you, I also have many disagreements with Professor Alan Harris, but he is not yet Use this kind of poisonous method to kill me."

Just wearing a black cloak and following Snape, his cold mocking eyes drifted over them, mocking in his heart that Dumbledore was at least half right.

After everyone left, Dumbledore stopped Snape who was trying to go back to his cold and damp basement: "Severus, wait a moment, I have something to talk to you alone."

Snape stopped and turned and walked into his office with the Headmaster, turning his large hooked nose towards Dumbledore without saying a word.

"You should pay more attention to Miss Pansy Parkinson." Dumbledore looked stern, and adjusted his glasses on his crooked nose, sounding a little angry at Snape's tone, "Don't let us plans and her actions have accidentally hurt others."

"Have you ever thought that you're asking too much... that you're taking too much for granted?" Snape retorted, straightening his back beside Dumbledore, "your wise brain , have you ever thought, I don't want to continue doing this?"

"Have I ever thought about it, it has nothing to do with this matter." Dumbledore turned his back to Snape and looked at the sky outside the large terrace of the attic, "There is no room for negotiation now, Severus, you have already agreed, There's nothing left to talk about..."

Snape waved the hem of his cloak and turned to leave, but stopped after walking a few steps and asked: "If your arrangements for yourself go well... what are you going to do with Alan Harris? ?”

"I have my own arrangements..." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and glanced at the expressionless Snape, "Recently, those pure-blood families have started contacting me again, including those who hated me before, and behind them are people like the Bock family. Knowing that I don’t like them either, I asked those school managers to come forward and borrow their names—they hoped that I could drive all the Harrises out of the UK.”

"You're not going to do that," Snape judged blankly.

"Alan Harris' attitude towards Muggles and half-blood wizards is actually the same as mine. The conflict between me and him comes from differences in other ideas..." Dumbledore shook his hands disapprovingly,

"To keep Alan Harris away from Hogwarts, we need to cooperate with them as school managers, so that we can justifiably avoid a fierce confrontation with the Ministry of Magic behind Harris, so that children in the school do not have to risk touching Those dangerous knowledge, but what I am willing to do is limited to this, as for those adult wizards who want to go to the so-called temples to study - they have graduated, and I am not their principal anymore."

"They don't want to see just driving Alan Harris out of Hogwarts, and want you to completely force the Harrises out of the UK? That's impossible... Such drastic measures will lead to violent conflicts, the wizarding world Aside from being shocked, you would never want to see Alan Harris become the next Dark Lord..." Snape's eyes fell on Dumbledore's withered palm and he snorted, "Let's not talk about you now Do you still have the energy and strength to do it, and you will never do it yourself... You are actually very happy with his attitude towards the birth background of wizards? Is it because the Harris family is different from your previous judgment? It's not just for power? You Do you think that part of your concept of Muggle wizards will have an heir after you die? Are you still arrogant to think that you can let him follow the trajectory you arranged?!"

"I'm too old, Severus, and too tired..." Dumbledore still didn't look at Snape, and the adage that he himself put forward sounded in his heart - all for the greater good.

On the other side, Alan, who also left the school infirmary, held Hermione's hand, feeling the cold hands of Know-it-all, Alan chuckled lightly and tried to change the atmosphere: "Hermione, when I came over, I heard Padma say Her sister Parvati saw you kissed several times by Lavender Brown in the dormitory."

"That's not a good feeling! The skin on my face was cracked!" Hermione didn't want to recall the embarrassment of her body under the effect of the love potion before, so she slapped Alan. Only then did she notice the security on Alan's body. Ka, asked, "Anka always has a majestic posture on weekdays, why did he put himself in such a mess today?"

"Penello is back, you know... Anka and Penello are actually somewhat similar in character... Not long after they met, they had a fight in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic..." Allen thought that the two of them were about to separate Out of Auror's office, Alan, who didn't know how to ease the relationship, unconsciously held his forehead, noticed Hermione's worried expression and explained, "Don't worry, their mission in Africa is more important than expected. To be successful, there are only a few small episodes that have happened and the aftermath is being dealt with, and I will tell you in detail later."

Anka angrily pulled out one of her broken feathers, then let out a clear cry, flew from Alan's shoulder to Hermione's head, and lay down comfortably among her fluffy hair.

Hermione inadvertently and subconsciously reached out to touch Anka's soft and smooth feathers. Anka's eyes were sharp, and she ruthlessly pointed at Hermione's fingers—for Anka, Hermione was just a bird's nest for herself to rest. And as a bird's nest, of course, you can't touch its own feathers.

"Be careful." Alan stretched out his hand to block Anka's attack for Hermione, but when Anka saw that it was Alan's hand, he groaned dissatisfiedly and didn't peck it down. Anka, who was already a little angry when Alan didn't help him in the incident, turned his head and stopped looking at him.

"Sorry Alan, I mistook Anka for my Thunderbird Cotton."

"Hermione, I have to go find Sirius. You can go and relax with me. I just need your help when something happens." Allen noticed Hermione's abnormality recently and made such a request to her, and then Allen Lun looked at Anka on her head helplessly, knowing that he had to go back to the cake shop by himself.