Stodge Podmore has been arrested, Dumbledore. "Professor Mag pursed his lips as he reported to Dumbledore.
"He was supposed to escort Harry to King's Cross Station that day." Dumbledore put his fingers together with a serious expression.
"According to Kingsley, he was caught by Eric Munch, a guard from the Ministry of Magic. Munch found him trying to break through a first-class secret door at one o 'clock in the morning. It was the room where Harry and the mysterious man were kept," Professor Mag said solemnly. "He was caught red-handed, and the evidence is strong. I'm afraid he won't be able to get away with it in the trial of Wesenkamp."
"The room where the prophecy ball was kept. Why would he go there in the middle of the night? Could it be that Lord Voldemort wanted to know about the prophecy, and Stogy found out something?" Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table.
"This situation is indeed abnormal. What kind of consequences will Stogy have to bear?" Mag asked, clenching his fists.
"Although it didn't cause too much damage, I'm afraid Foggy will make him stay in Azkaban for a while," Dumbledore said with a serious expression.
"Why didn't Stogy tell us first? He's brainless and reckless. Is it so difficult to send an owl?" Professor Mag's eyes glistened. "He has a pile of straw on his head. Is his brain stuffed with straw too?"
"It's difficult for Stogy to explain why he broke through that door at such a late hour. In order to keep the secret, he could only refuse to defend himself." Dumbledore leaned heavily against the back of the chair. This matter was irreversible.
Allen felt very uncomfortable this semester because he could no longer stay in the Family Harris tower to study spells all day long. With the end of the wizard tournament, his privilege of not having to attend classes naturally disappeared.
He also hoped to gain more knowledge and inspiration from the professors' classes, but the professors were only teaching ordinary little wizards. Alan had already grasped all the knowledge they taught, and he could even learn more about it. It was very boring for him to be in a class like this, and it was a waste of his precious time.
Not only that, but he also needed to complete the assignments given by the professors. Although he could successfully complete each assignment in the shortest time in the entire school, he still had to spend a lot of time on the assignments for each subject that he had already mastered.
After attending classes with the little wizards from Ravenclaw for a while, Allen couldn't stand wasting time like this anymore. It was a great loss to waste time on the knowledge that he had already grasped long ago.
Therefore, after dinner, Allen couldn't wait to go to the teachers' seats and find Headmaster Dumbledore. The other professors looked at Allen curiously. Umrich was slowly eating a piece of steak as if it was the most delicious thing in the world, and she needed to taste it bit by bit.
"Harris, what are you doing here?" Dumbledore tilted his head, unsure of Allen's purpose.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to ask if you can allow me to arrange my time freely like last semester. I can get all the O's in the exam." Allen politely bowed and directly said his purpose.
"He can do it, Abusi. I also think that he can no longer learn anything in class. These classes are too basic for him and are really delaying his studies. In fact, he can get all the O's in the exam." Professor Fleevy's sharp voice made Dumbledore tilt his head slightly.
Allen glanced at his dean gratefully. Professor Fleevy left his seat and came to their side.
"I trust your judgment, Filius." Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of him. "But Harris, my dear child, please forgive me for not agreeing to your request. The competition is over, and you have to attend classes according to the school's arrangements. You can't break the rules. There are many other outstanding students in Hogwarts, so I can't let you have this privilege again just because of your excellent grades."
Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and rejected Allen's request.
Allen was disappointed, but he didn't continue to persuade Dumbledore. Since Dumbledore had made his decision and clearly rejected Allen, it was futile to continue pestering him.
Umrich, who was sitting on the side, put down her knife and fork, and glanced at Allen and Dumbledore with sparkling eyes.
"Dumbledore, Filius is right. Harris doesn't need to attend these classes. Why did you reject him?" Professor Mag asked in confusion as he watched Allen walk away.
"I think he needs to meet more young wizards of his age through these classes instead of staying in his room to study and study. It's good for his growth to communicate more with his peers. Last year, he hardly came to class. In this short period of time, he has mastered a lot of dangerous spells. I am worried that he will be too addicted to studying black magic and be influenced by it. But it is not convenient to tell him this directly, so as not to arouse his rebellious nature, "Dumbledore said sincerely. He really meant well.
"Dumbledore, you always think you are right. Obviously, Allen Harris is the same kind of person as you. " Snape's tone was a little harsh. He stood up and left the auditorium, his black robe billowing behind him.
That night, Umrich left the brightly lit castle and disappeared into the darkness. She went to Foggy's home.
In Gryffindor's common room, Ron and Harry were working hard on their astronomy homework. Gryffindor had been training during the day, so they hadn't finished their homework yet.
Just then, a sharp and short cry of an owl came from outside the window. Harry and Ron both looked up. A beautiful long-eared owl was standing on the windowsill, staring at Ron in the room with wide eyes.
"Is that Hermes?" Harry asked, looking shocked.
"Oh my God, that's him!" Ron whispered, throwing down his quill and standing up. "Why would Percy write to me?"
He went over to open the window, and Hermes flew in and landed on Ron's paper. He stretched out one leg with a letter tied to it. Ron untied the letter, and the owl immediately flew away, leaving an ink-stained footprint on Ron's drawing of Io.
"Yes, this must be Percy's handwriting," Ron said, sitting back in the chair. He stared at the lines of words on the parchment: Hogwarts, Gryffindor Academy, Ron Weasley.
Ron opened the parchment and read. His gaze swept down the parchment line by line, and his brows furrowed more and more.
"Dear Ron, I just heard from the Minister of the Ministry of Magic himself that he heard from your observer, Miss Umrich, that you have become a Prefect of the Hogwarts … I'm sorry I didn't get to see you often during the summer vacation. I hate to criticize our parents, but if they continue to mix with the dangerous people around Dumbledore, I'm afraid I can no longer live under the same roof as them. If you ever write to Mother, tell her that a man named Stogie Podmore, a close friend of Dumbledore's, has recently been arrested for trespassing on the premises of the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps this will make them see clearly what a bunch of lowlife criminals they are currently associating with. I consider myself very lucky to have escaped the shame of associating with this group of people in time. The minister has been very generous to me, so I sincerely hope and beg you, Ron, my brother, don't let family blind your eyes and see the wrong nature of our parents' beliefs and actions. I sincerely hope that one day they will realize that they were wrong. Of course, when that day comes, I will be very willing to accept their sincere apologies … Perhaps you don't dare to break off your relationship with Potter. I know that he may be mentally deranged, and as far as I know, he has violent tendencies. If you do have such concerns, or find that there is something in Potter's behavior that makes you uneasy, I implore you to talk to Dolores Umbridge. She is a very lovely and easy-going woman. I know she will be happy to give you some advice … "
After reading the letter, he had a look of disgust on his face. He shoved the letter into Harry's hands.
Harry quickly scanned the letter and looked up at Ron.
"Well," he said, trying to sound as if he thought the whole thing was ridiculous, "if you want to … uh, what did you say?" He looked at Percy's letter. "Oh, yes, sever ties with me. I swear I'll never be violent."
"Give me back the letter," Ron said, holding out his hand. "He's," Ron said impulsively, tearing Percy's letter in half. "The world's" he tore it into four pieces. "The biggest" he tore it into eight pieces. "Fool." He threw the shredded paper into the fire.
"Come on, we have to finish this before dawn," he said briskly to Harry, pulling Professor Sinister's paper back to him.
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