Chapter 496： Portrait of Madness

Chapter 496: Crazy Portrait

"Not every day, just occasionally," Dumbledore said awkwardly, "Really only occasionally."

The portraits immediately yelled reluctantly, "Damn Dumbledore, how can you tell these things to other people, how can you tell them? Don’t think you told us bedtime stories, that’s all. Humiliate us."

"Shame, shame, shameless to see people, I'm going to die." The principal in several frames began to cry helplessly.

Then several other principals rushed into their photo frames, punched and kicked at them, shouting loudly, "How can you be so weak? It's not like a serious principal, your blood and courage."

While beating the weak principals, they yelled at Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, we will cut off your kindness from today. We are no longer friends."

"After you die, when your portrait is hung on the wall, we will fix you fiercely. If you don't beat your nose and face, you simply don't know how we were called the devil class teacher."

There are also a few portraits with indifferent attitudes, with idiot-like eyes, watching their sloppy rolling, crying and fighting neighbors. With a sigh, he quietly disappeared into the landscape in the frame.

This shocking picture opened George's eyes, and the wind was messy. He did not expect that just a few words of truth would cause such a big mess.

"So, you can put these portraits away, or hang them outside, and you can chat with the students. Don’t be dead and still have the headmaster’s score, and you won’t face the students. Now It seems that they are basically crazy one by one."

George looked at Dumbledore with a hatred of iron and steel, and said, "Don't you feel bored with such a bunch of old men yelling and yelling in your ears?"

"To be honest, it's quite annoying."

Dumbledore said with empathy, "You don't know how annoying a group of old men and old ladies can be. When I was young, the most annoying was these portraits. I wanted to put them away many times. Because of them, I don't even want to stay in the office."

Afterwards, he sighed, "But I didn't have the courage of you at that time. Tradition still means a lot to me. I didn't know when, I started to get used to it. They were in my ears. Noisy and noisy also become kind."

"Perhaps I am older and have no friends, so they are the only ones who can speak with me."

Dumbledore said in a humorous tone, "As you know, the teachers in school are not easy to get along with. They have to go to class every day."

"If I go to talk to them, they can immediately complain about how busy they are at work, why do they take the time to unravel a boring old man reads(); Throne of the League. After all, I have been the principal for many years. I'm not going to work, they are very envious of my leisure time."

George asked curiously, "Then you didn't try to make a pen pal or something? Sometimes it's better to write letters than to chat in person. Many things, you can't talk to the mouth, can be communicated by letter. And there is no People know that behind the letter is a young and handsome guy or a skinny old man."

Dumbledore raised his head slightly, as if recalling the memory deep in his mind. He said in a daze, "I had that time. When I was young, I had a very important pen pal. We were in the letter. There are a lot of chats."

"That was a really happy experience. At that time I was as energetic and courageous as you, but it was a pity that everything passed." Dumbledore did not continue, but sighed.

"Later I changed completely, and I don't know if I am mature or sophisticated." Dumbledore turned his gaze to the noisy portraits, "I started to look a little like them, and I started to get used to it. Listening to their nagging, I no longer feel annoying, but slowly feel kind."

"Their memory is very short. No matter what you tell them, they will quickly forget it, and they never leave this office. You can tell them all your things, all your secrets, and they will forget them soon. "

He said sadly, "This is actually good, because you can tell them something over and over again, but you never have to worry about leaking the secret."

"It seems that you not only lived a retirement life many years in advance, but you also lived a life of portrait painting many years earlier." George said flatly, "I have to say that so many portraits are placed in the principal's office. Not a good idea."

He looked at Dumbledore with sympathy and said, "I think you are aging prematurely. For wizards, aging in your heart is true aging. Wizards have too many ways. To keep your body young."

Just listening to Dumbledore’s description and imagining that scene made people shudder and creepy. An old man, sitting among a pile of portraits, kept talking to himself.

Treat your own life and experience as a bedtime story and tell these portraits without memory. When I woke up, those portraits had forgotten everything about the night, and everything seemed to have never happened.

When the sun goes down, night falls, and everything continues again. In a familiar corner, silently, in the darkness, a person constantly tearing and mending himself, time seemed to be frozen in this terrible cage. Until the sun rises and the fog disperses, everything goes back and forth again.

Dumbledore said quietly, "When you are the principal of Hogwarts, you can put them away. For young people, staying with the old man for a long time is not a good thing. "

He said in a self-talking tone, "You need to stay with your friends, you need to stay with your peers, and you need to have things you like. Those things can keep you young instead of walking fast. Into aging."

"Or I might not stay in this office, I might not be the principal of Hogwarts." George said flatly, "The important thing at Hogwarts is never the principal, but those from Hogwarts. A student walking towards the magic world."

Dumbledore smiled and said softly, "It is true, the principals are all hanging on the wall! They are boring when they are alive, and still so boring when they die, far less interesting than those simple students."

(To be continued.)