Chapter 72 Lockhart's Dismissal Crisis (Please Read On)

Chapter 72 The Crisis of Lockhart’s Expulsion (Please read~)

He stretched out his hand, a layer of reflective sweat on his palm.

Dumbledore shook hands with him and said, "Cornelly, I didn't expect you to come here so late."

"As Minister, I always have to consider the future of the Ministry of Magic." Cornelius Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Although the letter has made it very clear, I think it is still necessary to come over in person. ”

Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down.

Fudge shook his head: "Albus, there is no time to chat anymore. The school board has decided that tomorrow in London..."

"I'm afraid not tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head decisively.

Fudge was stunned, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch, his throat caught in a breath, and his voice was a little distorted: "This is the school board of directors..."

"I know, you don't need to reiterate it." Dumbledore interrupted again, with a gentle tone, "But not tomorrow."

"I'm the Headmaster, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and I gotta stay here."

Fudge tried to be tough, bared his teeth, and asked sternly: "But you failed to protect the students, how many? How many students is this?"

Dumbledore said nothing, only looked at him calmly.

Fudge frowned.

"How many? So how many?" Harry asked with an expressionless face in the silence.

There was some tentative interest in Dumbledore's eyes.

Fudge looked embarrassed, opened his mouth, gritted his teeth, and looked at Harry with squinted eyes. He was about to vent his anger on the blind little wizard, but his eyes met his cat eyes, and the words were stuck in his throat. Can't spit it out.

It's the famous Harry Potter.

"Harry, if we don't stop the current situation, this number is just the beginning." Fudge took a deep breath and spoke softly, "The results will get worse and worse, and the numbers will get bigger and bigger."

Harry grinned and curled his lips.

What a familiar phrase.

Still don’t know the specific results?

"Principal Dumbledore, we have to be responsible for the students." Fudge looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him. With this interruption, his momentum was vented again and again, "You can't be so willful..."

Dumbledore waved his hand and interrupted him for the third time: "You are the ones who are willful. I am responsible for the students if I stay."

"But the school board has the power to review the principal to determine whether he is still qualified to hold this position, and the principal must also cooperate." Fudge gritted his teeth, spoke hastily, and finally said a complete sentence.

"So... where is the approval from the school directors?" Dumbledore stretched out his hand and spread his fingers.

Fudge was stunned.

"Connelly, you are the Minister of Magic, you must be more mature." Dumbledore said seriously.

Fudge held down his hat: "I'm mature now, Albus, I know what I'm doing."

"I hope that's true." Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"The school board approval you hope for will be handed over to you as soon as possible. Just be prepared." Fudge stepped back, his words looked embarrassed, and his figure was the same as his words.

"He's afraid of you." Harry said softly, looking at the door that was not closed.

Dumbledore waved his wand and closed the door: "There have been rumors that I want to replace him as Minister of Magic."

"Wizards should stay away from politics." Harry shook his head.

Dumbledore was a little surprised: "Harry, you always surprise me, but I didn't realize this until I became an adult."

"Is it related to your old fortune teller lover?" Harry asked.

Snape suppressed the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.

Mag was a little at a loss.

"We don't have much time left." Dumbledore said in a calm tone, and he easily passed over the topic. "Five days at most, or even less. As long as they are not asked to take money, their efficiency has always been very fast."

"We have to find Voldemort before then."

Harry spoke: "Legilimency."

Dumbledore was stunned.

"With the mind-reading spell, why not just read his thoughts directly." Harry looked at Dumbledore seriously, "You don't have to be so polite to him."

Dumbledore shook his head: "I actually used it."

His expression became complicated: "I didn't expect that Lockhart... would be that kind of person."

"I thought he was just stealing other people's experiences, but he went even further."

"A lot of things that I didn't expect, but I don't have any memory of anything like that about Voldemort."

"Where's the Veritaserum?" Harry asked again.

Snape sneered: "There is no need to talk about these conventional methods that even a person with a troll brain can think of. I have already used them on him."

Dumbledore turned back in surprise: "Severus, you never told me this."

"Your weak, pedantic brain will only stop me." Snape shook his head, his words as sharp as a knife, "I used it on him during the Christmas holidays."

"But it didn't work."

"Although Veritaserum is easy to use, it is not a panacea."

"That disgusting, slug-like thing is under a very high secrecy spell."

Dumbledore rubbed his head: "You can believe me, it's just Veritaserum. For the safety of the students, I can go further. That night, I cast a spell in his office, and I monitored his every move. "

"Including him dating female students?" Harry suddenly interrupted.

Dumbledore's expression froze: "Actually, after Minerva told him, he restrained himself a lot. Really, it was only twice during this period."

"But the Christmas holiday is only a week away." Harry had no expression on his face.

"I watched his life all the way." Even someone as experienced as Dumbledore looked a little unnatural after he said it out. "I am also sure that Lockhart did not cheat my spell."

"He did not transfer the book."

"He did not communicate with any strange things."

"He just talked to himself occasionally."

Harry grasped a few words: "Talking to himself?"

"You suspect the same as I do." Dumbledore nodded, "Voldemort is in him."

"But I checked, Quirrell could not hide it from me, and he could not have this ability..."

"Since it is in him, it will be easy." Harry spread his hands, "Remember The reason I told you, expel him. "

Professor McGonagall said seriously: "I agree, Albus, even if he doesn't have that kind of dangerous thing, this scum and scum should be driven out of the castle."

"Student!"

"I have never heard of any professor who would fall in love with a student, and more than one person, more than one person at the same time."

Harry commented: "His face is really good, very attractive."

"It has nothing to do with appearance." McGonagall gritted her teeth, "He has broken all the bottom lines that a professor should have."

Dumbledore stood up: "Since the vice-president lady said so-"

He turned to look at Snape.

Snape nodded and said concisely: "Second."

"The dean of Slytherin also agreed, and the dean of Ravenclaw would not object. Then I, as the headmaster, must respect your choice."

He waved his wand.

The feather pen on the table was writing, and soon, it was folded into a paper crane and flew out.

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