Chapter 229 Compromise

Professor Snape stared at Professor Dumbledore and sneered:

"It's an honor to receive such a review from you."

"But I know that I am not capable enough and dare not take on such a heavy responsibility."

Professor Dumbledore did not feel displeased by his sarcasm, but pondered for a while and said:

"Severus, I know you have been paying attention to Anders for a long time. You should also know that Anders is not an idle person. When he was in the first grade, he was in the room of the Sorcerer's Stone. When he was in the second grade, , he went alone to the secret room where the basilisk was.

So even if you stop him, he will definitely run into the person behind the poisonous incident. "

Professor Snape said coldly: "Of course I will make it clear to him. You don't have to worry about this matter."

Professor Dumbledore shook his head and smiled: "Can you really stop him? When he was in the second grade, he was locked up in the room at the bottom of the Gryffindor Tower because of the theft of the Gryffindor Sword. There was a trap set up outside the room. He was cast under various spells, but who knows how he got to the secret room?"

Professor Snape said nothing, his face gloomy.

He really didn't figure out that day how Meka passed through a completely closed room protected and sealed by a spell in Hogwarts where Apparition was restricted.

Professor Dumbledore said: "He is very similar to Tom when he was a child. He is a very independent child. He is also extremely talented and always knows more spells than children of the same age."

He looked up at Snape: "Although we don't know what he is going to do, it is obvious that he will not give up his actions because of any obstacles."

"Therefore, the only thing we elders can do is to stay by his side, watch him experience it, and watch him grow."

"Hypocrisy." Professor Snape said word by word, his eyes blazing: "Anders came to Hogwarts to study, so those of us who are professors should provide him with a quiet and peaceful environment."

"What happened after that..." Professor Dumbledore remained calm, he said: "He repeatedly sabotaged Tom's affairs. Do you really think Tom is an open-minded person? He still met Anders when he was not under your eyes. In danger, can you help him at that time?"

Professor Snape's face was as cold as ice. He looked at him and said, "I will think of another solution to this problem."

Professor Dumbledore shook his head again: "There will always be times when you can't take care of it, Severus, just like it was thirteen years ago. Do you want something like this to happen again?"

Professor Snape looked cold and stopped talking.

Professor Dumbledore stood up, patted Professor Snape on the shoulder, and said, "Severus, your idea is not wrong, it's just that the better way is to let the people you want to protect become people who can protect themselves." people."

Professor Snape still didn't respond.

Professor Dumbledore didn't pay attention, but smiled: "Severus, Hogwarts is in your hands."

He raised his right hand, and Phoenix Fox flew to his hand and turned into a ball of fire.

With a bang, Professor Dumbledore disappeared in the fire.

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The lights in Gryffindor's dormitory were turned off at this time, and it was completely dark.

Flashes of lightning flashed outside from time to time, illuminating Ron's face as he looked out the window.

With a worried look on his face, he looked at Harry and said:

"Harry, it's raining so hard, why don't you go out today?"

Inside the house, Meka was already asleep, snoring steadily under the white mosquito net.

After a day of studying with Professor Flitwick, he was so exhausted that he fell asleep when he returned to his dormitory without even having time to take a shower.

Harry and Hermione were tinkering with the invisibility cloak by the door. Their upper bodies were covered by the cloak and they had disappeared.

Hearing Ron speak, Harry lifted off a corner of his cloak, shook his head and said:

"I've already decided to go out tonight, how can I give up just because it's raining?"

"And the person behind the poisoning is not going to give up on his plan just because the weather is bad tonight."

Ron hesitated: "Then I..."

Hermione also showed her face from the other side, and she said to Ron:

"Just stay in the dormitory with Meka and recover well. With Meka here, we can rest assured."

Harry loosened his hand and adjusted the hem of his cloak, and the two figures disappeared into the dormitory.

The door opened with a creak, footsteps left the room, and the door closed with another creak.

Ron looked at the closed door, scratched his hair, and lay on the bed upset.

On the one hand, he was worried that Harry and Hermione were in danger, and waiting for news about the two of them in the dormitory was really torturous.

But on the other hand, the sight of Neville vomiting blood in the bathroom that day, and the pain he had been experiencing since he had been lying on the hospital bed for several days, left a deep impression on him. When he was close to death, he realized how good it was to be alive.

So he was also afraid. When he thought about having to face the person behind the poisoning incident, he felt his heart being held tightly in someone's hand, as if he was back to the time when he was half-conscious in the emergency room and had no control over his life or death. state.

After scratching his head and ears, Ron grabbed the quilt and covered his face, and screamed a few times:

"It's so annoying..."

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The next morning, Meka got up from the bed, glanced at Ron and Harry who were sleeping soundly next to her, and took out the parchment and quill from the cabinet on the bedside table.

The sky is still dark and the clouds have not dispersed, as if we have returned to the rainy season.

Meka turned on a night light and wrote down on the parchment what she learned in Professor Flitwick's office yesterday.

His memory is particularly good now and he writes very quickly.

Not long after, densely packed strange words were left on the blank parchment. Each word was top-light and foot-heavy, with distinctive, delicate and soft strokes, like black tadpoles swimming on the paper.

Meka finally stopped writing and looked at the contents on the paper.

He also recalled the memory that Bithia left for him. He remembered that the incantation in Bithia's memory to awaken the spirit in the painting was not just a few obscure words, but a series of them.

"Flo, Chico, Moru... Oh, there is also 'Pedal', I almost missed it, this means 'response to wish'..."

He wrote again, completing what he had learned.

He lowered his head and compared it with the memory in his mind again, and couldn't help but frown:

"I have now learned seventeen of the twenty-seven common goblin phrases taught by Professor Flitwick, but Bithia's spell only involves eight of the seventeen, and the remaining fifteen are completely incomprehensible. …”

"Professor Flitwick said that apart from the twenty-seven common goblin languages, there are countless other goblin languages, and he may not understand all the unfamiliar ones."

Meka thought and exhaled:

"If everything goes well, Bithia's legacy will be completed in the next few days."

"I hope the rest of Bithia's spell won't be too unusual..."

He consolidated the contents on the paper again and sat quietly for a while.

The time soon came to half past six in the morning. Meka packed up the things on the table and walked out of the dormitory.

After having breakfast, I planned to rush to Professor Flitwick's place again to continue today's study of Fairy Language.

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