"Dumbledore," Horace and Dumbledore walked side by side after they left the school doctor's office and there were no other students around. He rubbed his hands hesitantly and whispered to Dumbledore, hinting at his suspicion just now, "Look at the current situation … If something happens to you, who will benefit the most?"
"You suspect Professor Allen Harris?" Dumbledore's blue eyes under his crescent-shaped glasses were a little surprised.
"Dumbledore, you said it. I didn't say it was him!" Slaghorn frowned. He didn't say that he suspected Allen directly because he didn't want to say it in front of Mag and Professor Snape. If Allen heard about it, he would be a little embarrassed to face him again. He didn't expect Dumbledore to say it out loud.
"Impossible. Mr. Harris would never do such a thing. Absolutely impossible!" Professor Mag refuted firmly. She shook her head in disagreement.
Mag had watched Allen grow up to where he was now for so many years. Even if she didn't agree with him and had misunderstood him before, she didn't think Allen could be so bad after she had experienced Allen stopping Umrich from trying to steal Dumbledore's personal belongings. Although she was a little angry that he liked to play pranks sometimes and tried to make her write a reflection on the Ministry of Magic incident … Moreover, thinking about the Quidditch competition, Allen wasn't the mysterious second-generation man who didn't like flying brooms. In order to be fair, he would rather donate a large amount of gold coins to buy flying brooms for all the Quidditch teams. How could such a person do something like poison the wine? Mag, who was also the main player of the Quidditch school team and a senior Quidditch fan, had her own judgment.
Dumbledore turned the ring on his withered finger. "Oh, please forgive Horace. Although I misunderstood you, and I have many disagreements with Professor Allen Harris, he wouldn't poison me to death."
Snape, who was wearing a black cloak, glanced at them with a cold and mocking look. He mocked Dumbledore in his heart. At least half of what he said was right.
After everyone left, Dumbledore stopped Snape who was trying to go back to his cold and damp basement. "Severus, wait. I have something to talk to you alone."
Snape stopped and turned to go into his office with the principal. He turned his big hooked nose to Dumbledore without saying a word.
"You should pay more attention to Miss Pency Parkinson." Dumbledore's expression was serious. He adjusted the glasses on his crooked nose and sounded a little angry with Snape. "Don't let our plan and her actions hurt others."
"Have you ever thought that your request is too much … You take too many things for granted?" Snape straightened his back beside Dumbledore and retorted. "With your intelligent brain, have you ever thought that I don't want to continue doing this anymore?"
"Whether I've thought about it or not has nothing to do with this." Dumbledore turned his back to Snape and looked at the sky outside the attic balcony. "There's no room for negotiation now. Severus, you've already agreed. There's nothing to talk about …"
Snape flicked the hem of his cloak and turned to leave. After a few steps, he stopped and asked, "If your plan goes smoothly … How do you plan to deal with Allen Harris?"
"I have my own plans …" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and glanced at the expressionless Snape. "Recently, the pure-blood families have started to contact me again, including those who used to hate me. The people behind them like the Bork family know that I don't like them, so they asked the school board to come forward and use their names. They hope that I can drive all the Harris out of England."
"You don't plan to do that." Snape judged with an expressionless face.
"Allen Harris' attitude towards Muggle and the mixed-blood wizards is actually the same as mine. My conflict with him stems from the difference in ideology …" Dumbledore clasped his hands disapprovingly. "In order to drive Allen Harris away from Hogwarts, I need to cooperate with the school board. Only then can I legitimately avoid a fierce confrontation with the Ministry of Magic behind Harris, so that the children in the school don't have to risk their lives to come into contact with those dangerous knowledge. But that's all I'm willing to do. As for those adult wizards who want to study in those so-called shrines, they've already graduated, and I'm no longer their headmaster."
"They don't want to just drive Allen Harris out of Hogwarts. They want you to drive the Harris out of England completely? That's impossible … Such extreme measures will lead to violent conflict. Not only will the magic world be shaken, you definitely don't want to see Allen Harris become the next The Dark Lord … "Snape's eyes fell on Dumbledore's withered hands and snorted." And let's not talk about whether you have the energy and strength to do it now, you'll never do it yourself … Are you actually happy with his attitude towards the background of wizards? Is it because the Harris family is different from what you previously thought, and not just for power? Do you think that part of your ideology towards Muggle will have a successor after you die? Are you still arrogant enough to think that you can make him move according to the path you arranged?! "
"I'm too old, Severus, and too tired …" Dumbledore still didn't look at Snape, and his heart was filled with the maxim he put forward himself – Everything is for the greater good.
On the other side, Allen, who had also left the school doctor's office, was holding Hermione's hand. Feeling the coldness of Know-It-All's hand, Allen chuckled and teased, trying to change the atmosphere. "Hermione, when I came over, I heard from Padma that his sister, Parvati, saw you being kissed by Lavender Brown several times in the dormitory."
"That's not a good feeling! The skin on my face was cracked from the kisses! " Hermione didn't want to recall the embarrassing things that happened to her under the influence of the aphrodisiac, so she slapped Allen. Only then did she notice Anka on Allen's body and asked, "Anka is always so majestic, how did she get herself into such a mess today?"
"Penello is back, you know … Anka and Penello are actually somewhat similar in character … Not long after they met, they had a fight in Aura's office in the Ministry of Magic …" Allen recalled how the two of them were about to tear down Aura's office. Not knowing how to ease the tension between them, Allen subconsciously held his forehead. Noticing Hermione's worried expression, he explained, "Don't worry, their mission in Africa was more successful than expected, but there were some minor incidents, and they are now dealing with the aftermath. I'll tell you the details later."
Angrily, Anka plucked a broken feather from its body. With a clear chirp, it flew from Allen's shoulder to Hermione's head and lay down comfortably in her fluffy hair.
Hermione absent-mindedly reached out to touch Ahn-Kha's soft and smooth feathers. Ahn-Kha's eyes were sharp, and it bit Hermione's fingers fiercely. To Ahn-Kha, Hermione was just a bird's nest for it to rest in, and as a bird's nest, it naturally couldn't touch its feathers.
"Careful." Allen reacted quickly, reaching out to block Anka's attack for Hermione, but Anka saw that it was Allen's hand, so it let out a dissatisfied chirp and stopped pecking. However, Anka was a little angry at Allen for not helping it in the fight, so it turned its head away and ignored him.
"I'm sorry, Allen, I mistook Anka for my Thunderbird Cotton."
"Hermione, I have to go find Sirius. Come with me for a walk. I need your help with something." Allen noticed that Hermione had been acting strangely recently, so he made such a request. Then, Allen helplessly looked at Anka on her head, knowing that he had to go back to the cake shop.
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