December 25
The Daily Prophet
Christmas Breaking News: The Half-Human King was arrested, and his identity turned out to be the principal of Hogwarts, Amando Dippet.
December 26
The Daily Prophet
Hogwarts was caught in the biggest scandal in history: The century-old principal conducted human experiments in the school, causing absolute terror. The pursuit of power was unscrupulous. Was it the corruption of human nature or the distortion of morality? Hogwarts was mistrusted. 978 wizards voted to remove Amando Dippet from his position as principal of Hogwarts.
December 27
The Daily Prophet
Principal Amando Dippet, school doctor Reinabert Banner, and 30 medical staff from the Hogwarts School Hospital were all arrested. They were currently detained in the underground prison of the Ministry of Magic's Defense of Dark Magic Department. They will be tried by the Supreme Court of Wissengammo in 10 days.
December 30
The Daily Prophet
Amando Dippet was removed from his position as principal of Hogwarts. 28 pure-blood families voted to strictly investigate Hogwarts. The former Judge of Wissengammo will be tried in a week's time. The Ministers of the Ministry of Magic of the seven countries will attend the trial.
January 6
The Daily Prophet
The former principal of Hogwarts, Half-Human King Amando Dippet, was charged with 28 crimes, including murder, treason, planning terrorist attacks, conducting human experiments without permission, and researching Muggle technology. He was sentenced to death by Azkaban Dementors.
January 15
The Daily Prophet
More than 1,000 wizard parents protested at the British Ministry of Magic, demanding the evacuation of all young wizards in Hogwarts. Twelve school board members will hold an education meeting at the Ministry of Magic on the 21st to decide the future of the school.
Dumbledore and the deans of Hogwarts attended the Ministry of Magic to vote for the continuation of the school.
January 22
The Daily Prophet
The Half-Human King incident continued to fester. The twelve school board members voted together, with a vote of 9: 2, with one abstaining. The Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Leonard Spencer Moen, issued the "Fourteenth Education Act", and Hogwarts would announce its permanent closure at the end of the month.
Aglaia: "January 27th, The Daily Prophet reported that the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Leonard Spensemuen, personally led Aura to Hogwarts to supervise the evacuation of Hogwarts students."
Pa!
The newspaper in front of him was snatched away and thrown into the trash can next to the bed. Behind the newspaper was a young girl's shocked face. She had blue eyes and silver hair.
"What are you doing? Hoffa. "
Said Aglaia angrily, still reading a newspaper. She was still in the position of reading it.
"I'm begging you. Would it kill you to be quiet for a minute?" Hoffa said weakly.
After sixty seconds of silence.
Aglaia leaned over Hoffa's bed again and said, "One minute is up. Tell me the story of that night. I'm going crazy."
"You're crazy. I'm going crazy."
Hoffa covered his head with the quilt and said bitterly, "You and Miranda are the same. Can't you just stay in the common room?"
"No!"
Aglaia pushed Hoffa with all her strength.
"Hoffa, the school will be closed the day after tomorrow. Everyone is thinking of a way, but you're hiding in the ward alone. No one wants to see you. What's your situation? "
"Nothing. Can't you wait until my arm is better?" Hoffa turned his back to Aglaia.
"Merlin Beard, your arm is already better." Aglaia pointed out sharply, "You have to pack your luggage. What are you going to do when you go out? Do you want to come to Saint-Mango Hospital? "
"No. You've said it a hundred times."
"How can you be so ungrateful, Hoffa?"
Aglaia crossed her arms angrily, "Don't you know that I'm helping you?"
"One day."
Hoffa sighed.
"If you want to help me, just be quiet for one day. Don't come to me for one day. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"One day? You said that yesterday, the day before, and the day before that! "
"Yes."
Seeing Hoffa put his fingers in his ears, Aglaia pouted and kicked the chair away.
"Lazy!"
"Yes, I'm lazy. You can go out." Hoffa said.
"Fine. One day? Ten days? A hundred days is fine too. You can rot here. You really think I care about you? Tsk, it's because you're my classmate. "
She walked out of the door angrily.
Bang!!
The door slammed shut.
Everything finally quieted down. The empty ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Hoffa sat up from the bed and rubbed his hair.
On the bedside table, there was his wand, a pile of snacks, and newspapers.
The newspapers were brought by Miranda. The snacks were brought by Aglaia.
But he didn't want to touch any of these three things.
He didn't have any appetite, nor did he have any desire to obtain new information. He didn't want to engage in any meaningless battles.
He let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his face, and started to stare blankly.
The clock on the wall ticked away. It had been a month since that crazy Christmas Eve.
Compared to a month ago, Hoffa had lost ten pounds. His face was pale, and his hair was messy.
For the past month, there was breaking news every day. Every day, there was shocking news. But all of this was pale and powerless for Hoffa. He couldn't stop all of this from happening.
Because of the departure of the school doctor, the entire school hospital was taken away by Aura. Even the Potions teacher left the school for meetings.
Hoffa, who had injured his shoulder, was forced to lie in the school hospital for a whole month, waiting for the wound to heal by itself like a normal muggle.
Fortunately, he had some medical knowledge. Coupled with the continuous healing in the activated state, the wound didn't worsen.
But the external wound didn't make Hoffa feel any pain.
What really made him suffer was the confusion and the loss of his goal. This was more terrifying than any physical injury. He felt like he had fallen into a swamp. The more he moved, the deeper he sank. The more he struggled, the faster he was destroyed.
He was like a ghost floating in a vacuum. All of his senses were gone. Only the itch from the wound on his left shoulder reminded him that life had to go on.
He forcibly grabbed the newspaper, glanced at it, and threw it away in disgust. He burrowed his head under the blanket.
The school would be closed the day after tomorrow, but he had lost all of his leads.
Maybe he shouldn't care about this at all. He should leave Hogwarts and go to America to find Joey, find Indor, and get a job there. Maybe he should go out and explore the arcane realm meaninglessly every day. He should be a prodigal with a pocket full of treasures.
But in the next second, a hand landed on his shoulder, interrupting his fantasy.
Thinking that it was Aglaia coming back for him, he shrugged and said in a muffled voice, "Don't bother me. I'll come back tomorrow."
But the owner of the hand said softly, "Tomorrow is a very dangerous word, Bach."
It wasn't Aglaia. Hoffa was startled. He immediately sat up and looked back.
However, he found a tall man standing beside the bed. He wore half-moon glasses and had a russet beard. Albus Dumbledore had entered his room at some point.
"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter?"
"I'm the dean of Ravenclaw Hospital for the time being. I'm here to see the injured student. Can't I? "
Dumbledore sat down by Hoffa's bed.
"How do you feel?"
"Not bad," Hoffa said dryly.
"Really? You're as skinny as my brother's goat. He often goes out drinking and gets drunk for many days. As a result, the goat doesn't have anything to eat. "
Dumbledore's teasing made Hoffa's mouth twitch. He asked in a low voice, "Professor, is the school really going to be closed?"
"Probably. The Ministry of Magic's approval arrived yesterday. All the students will be evacuated from this school at the end of the month. I convinced the people in Wissengammon not to implicate the students. They believed me. "
Dumbledore said calmly, "However, the taxpayers won't allow a school under a war-criminal principal. No school can continue to operate under such a crisis of confidence."
His calm words made Hoffa's mouth feel bitter, as if he had eaten a dozen bitter gourd skins.
After a moment of silence, Hoffa couldn't help but ask.
"Do you think so too? Do you also think that Principal Dippet is a half-human king? "
"You want to hear the truth?"
Dumbledore asked.
"Of course."
"I don't think so."
Dumbledore shook his head, "I've worked with Amando for more than twenty years. He may be pedantic and inflexible, not humble enough, and a little arrogant, but he has never done anything detrimental to the school. The school is his everything."
Hoffa's eyes widened.
Dumbledore paused for a moment and sighed.
"But in front of conclusive evidence, my words are useless. He secretly researched rune technology and conducted human modification experiments. Unless the real reason is found, he will definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban until his soul is sucked dry by the Soul Dementors. "
After a pause, Dumbledore asked, "Hoffa, I want to know your thoughts."
Hoffa said weakly, "Why are you asking me? I've done everything I can."
"Because you're a Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw always has wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people, right?"
"Ravenclaw? Wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people? "
Hoffa laughed self-deprecatingly, "I don't understand. I don't understand at all."
Dumbledore asked, "What don't you understand?"
"Why am I in Ravenclaw? Look at me. Do I look like someone with the wisdom beyond the reach of ordinary people that Ravenclaw spoke of? "
Hoffa said to himself, "I should be in Gryffindor, right? Everyone thinks I'm Gryffindor."
Dumbledore was silent. He squeezed out a few wrinkles and looked at Hoffa.
"Sorry, I can't agree with you."
"What?"
Do you remember when I talked to you alone last year?
"The orphanage?"
"The hospital, when you and Joey were injured together. We also faced each other like this. "
"So what?"
"At first, I also suspected why you weren't Gryffindor because you looked so similar.
But when I said that the school wanted to expel Joey, you said that I couldn't judge whether the cause was right or wrong through the result. At that time, I knew that Ravenclaw was more suitable for you than Gryffindor.
Hoffa, you have the potential to be a real Ravenclaw. Forgive me for being blunt, but Gryffindor doesn't have this potential. That is fairness. You should believe in yourself. "
"What's the use of being fair?"
Hoffa's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"My original intention was to make the lives of my friends safer. I wanted to protect others. But in the end, I couldn't change anything. How could I have Ravenclaw's wisdom?
"Ah."
Dumbledore interrupted Hoffa with a sigh. He leaned back in his chair and looked nostalgic. "Ravenclaw's wisdom. Right, what do you think is wisdom? Hoffa. "
"Strength, wisdom, strategizing, and being able to see through all the fog."
Hoffa said without hesitation.
"Hahahaha."
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then he laughed. As he laughed, he lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyelids. Hoffa was stunned by his expression.
"Hoffa, Hoffa, you said that it was a job, a muggle scientist or a military adviser's job. It's not wisdom, it's just that your brain is better than ordinary people's."
"Is having a good brain not wisdom?"
Hoffa couldn't understand.
Dumbledore shook his head. "Do you think that King Arthur is very smart, or do you think that Napoleon is very smart?"
Hoffa's eyes widened. "Isn't that the case?"
Dumbledore tapped Hoffa's chest with his slender finger and said in a low voice, "Don't be fooled.
"Don't be fooled by appearances. Wisdom is a kind of precipitation, a kind of torture, and a kind of responsibility. However, the most important thing is that wisdom is a kind of choice. "
Many people see the darkness, so they succumb to the darkness.
They live in the darkness. After they get benefits, they become complacent. After they get power, they want to do whatever they want. They even call their means to achieve their goals wisdom.
But that's not wisdom. That's stupidity. It's the ceiling of life.
A person with true wisdom. It's not about how much money, how much fame, how much power, or how much magic power.
A true wise person sees the darkness, but chooses the light, even if the light is as weak as a firefly.
Only such a person is worthy of people following. A person who is needed by others, who is loved by others, who can unite others, is a true wise person. "
Hoffa looked at Dumbledore's finger pointing at his heart, and then looked at the clear blue eyes under the transparent glasses. For a moment, he couldn't say a word.
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