Chapter 495： Dumbledore with insomnia【33/39】

Chapter 495 Dumbledore with Insomnia

"Their reaction is very flat, but I think those bully and fearless guys dare not refuse your arrangement. Then it is the giant's thing. We planned to arrange Hagrid to be an envoy, but he has been awkward these days. He only listens to Deng. Blido’s. But for these two days, Dumbledore has been unable to contact."

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

"Not only did he never leave the principal's office, he also changed the spell to protect the statue, and no one could see him. If it weren't for the house elves, we would know that food was delivered to the principal's office every day, we would think Dumbledore has left school."

Fudge frowned and said in annoyance, "The teachers also complain about this. Regarding his plan, why he wants to resurrect Voldemort, what he has done before. Everyone is waiting for him to give an explanation."

George pondered for a moment and said, okay, I should go see him too. The holiday is about to go. Before the holiday, we should understand everything clearly.

As for Hagrid's matter, he also needs to handle it himself. This is his proposal. Hagrid has always listened to him. At this time, he shouldn't stand by.

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

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

He has a gloomy face with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the hallway, his hair is messy, his greasy hair looks worse than ever, his gloomy face is mixed with anger and resentment, and his eyes are heavily darkened. His pale face looked like a walking resentment.

Fudge whispered in George's ear, "Snape has been guarding 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 mean to let go, George raised his wand and tapped it lightly, and a crisp bell passed from the top of his wand to the stone wall behind the monster. The sound penetrated the stone wall and reverberated continuously.

After coming for a 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 talk to George alone. I will tell you everything next."

Snape gave the bird a fierce look, his eyes full of anger. Then, under George's gaze, he stood silently aside and stepped aside.

George turned his head and said to Fudge, "If you have something else, go back first. We don't know how long we will talk."

Fudge shook his head hurriedly and said, "It's okay, I'm just waiting here. These things are the most important."

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

At the top of the stairs, stepped out of the stone ladder, and on the shimmering wooden door, there was a brass door knocker in the shape of a lion and eagle.

The door opened with a creak, and Dumbledore opened the door in his pajamas. He said sleepily, "I was still sleeping."

He said lightly, "It's been really hard these days. I haven't had insomnia like this in many years."

He scratched his messy silver hair and walked into the office yawning. Dumbledore at this time, like a lazy old man, could not see that this was the most powerful wizard ever in the magical world. Not to mention that he has been criticized by the entire magic world these days.

George looked at the furnishings in the office. This was his first visit to the principal's office.

This is a spacious and beautiful round room full of funny little sounds. On the slender-legged table, there are many weird silverware, rotating, emitting small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of the old principals, men and women, and they all look at the unexpected visitor with condescending eyes in their respective frames.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table, there is a tattered, crumpled wizard hat, which is the sorting hat used in every sorting ceremony.

"Look more, it's pretty good here. I think you will be the principal at Hogwarts soon. This will be your office from now on. Would you like this style?" Dumbledore said calmly. It's like a retired principal, handling the handover ceremony.

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

He can't stand it anytime and anywhere, being watched by a group of frail elderly people ~ www.novelhall.com~ Not only him, any normal person can hardly accept such a scene.

He didn't know how the principals at Hogwarts came here over the years, or when they became principals, they were already old people, elders?

George's words caused the portraits to explode in an instant, and the thin, withered old principals one after another yelled at him with sharp voices.

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

"We are the inheritance of the school. We represent the honor of the school. We represent everything about the school. How dare you speak to us like this. This rebellious stinky boy, you crazy rebellious stinky student."

The portraits yelled at George angrily, venting their anger.

George stretched out his fingers, dug out his ears, and said in a very impatient voice, "Is it enough?"

He pointed at the portraits, and said disapprovingly, "You are nothing, you are just a bunch of useless portraits. You are of no use, except for accompanying a useless old man every day, the only fun you have left. Probably just dozed off every day, right?"

He said in a contemptuous tone, "Compared with other portraits hanging in the school, they can still take a look at the students every day and know what the school is like. What do you do every day? The high above daily memories, that morning There is no memory of being a principal."

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

(To be continued.)