Chapter 361 Don't Force Me

A burrow jumped up from the window of Lupin's office, flapped its wings and flew around the Hogwarts castle, making an unpleasant mocking 'quack quack' sound, and landed lightly on a lower one. Above the minaret, overlooking the castle.

The auspicious bird has always been known as an ominous creature, a sentinel of the god of death, and a prophet of death.

Bu Niao's continuous appearance at the school seemed to bring a sense of treachery to the already heavy atmosphere of the castle.

It just stopped there quietly, as if waiting to harvest souls.

Several school managers walked past the steeple, looking at it with panicked faces, and their hearts skipped a beat.

Professor Dumbledore is too strong, and he doesn't pay attention to the school directors at all. In fact, everyone doesn't like him very much. But at Hogwarts with Dumbledore, the status of the school manager is the most noble of all their titles.

Hogwarts lost Dumbledore, it is not known how much gold they have as school trustees.

They seem a little confused about the future.

As for some school directors who were looking forward to the arrival of the Dark Lord, they were secretly delighted, pointing at Bu Niao, looking at each other, everyone had a kind of inexplicable smile.

"Professor McGonagall is not suitable to take over the post of principal." Old Al, the most senior, stroked his mustache and looked at several school managers with half a smile in his eyes.

Everyone was silent, they were all old foxes, and no expression could be seen on their faces.

Ever since Old Al made a major mistake in selecting Lockhart as the headmaster, everyone has gradually become less willing to listen to his opinion.

At that time, he was forcibly expelled from the school by Lockhart and became a laughing stock, you know?

How long has it been.

Now Lockhart is even more uncertain about whether he is alive or dead, who knows if he slipped away, and the school managers all have to be ridiculed by their opponents when they are active outside.

Very shameless.

Gore's aunt came forward with a sneer, the jewels all over her body swaying and shining with multicolored light, "I think Professor McGonagall is very suitable."

Old Al stared at her, "Opposing for the sake of opposing will only make you look stupid, you should figure out where you are."

"Ha~"

She sneered, her whole body trembled, and the emerald earrings on her ears immediately dangled, "It's ridiculous how I can position myself."

"Cough cough." Lucius coughed lightly and gave her a look to tell the idiot to shut up as soon as possible.

Lucius's platinum-blond hair looks a little pale now, as if he has grown a lot of white hair. He looked around the school castle with a complicated expression, and looked at Old Al, "I think we can wait for Dumbledore to wake up ,what do you think?"

Old Al was stunned, his eyes narrowed, and he nodded slightly.

"This time our school director is mainly for the 'werewolf experience candy', and to express concern about the condition of Principal Dumbledore, other things are not in the scope of discussion for the time being."

These words are still not recognized by everyone, and some school managers came to the school obviously not for this purpose.

A group of people walked towards Professor McGonagall's office, sparsely divided into several small groups.

"Quack quack ~"

Bu Niao called out to them, fluttered its wings and flew towards the snow-covered sky.

The wings fluttered lightly, and it slowly landed on the roof of the elephant-eating vine's hut. The wizard's robe danced, and it instantly became a little wizard.

Anton silently looked at Hogwarts Castle across the Black Lake.

"Werewolf Experience Candy..."

The current situation is very bad for him. All kinds of news are transmitted from the society to the parents, and finally to the students. A word of mouth is becoming a tiger.

Anthony Weasley used Dumbledore's trust in him to poison Old Deng, wolf's poison, and a terrible curse.

He has become synonymous with the three generations of the Dark Lord.

Anton even heard some students talking about the news he heard, saying that someone talked about Grindelwald's experience, and that Anton was not going to drop out of Hogwarts, but sent directly to Azkaban.

In the name of poisoning Dumbledore.

The student's parent is a minor official in the Ministry of Magic.

"I made up my mind on Lao Tzu."

Anton pouted.

It is true that wizards are powerful, but wizards are also members of society and must abide by the rules of society.

If he is identified by the Ministry of Magic as the murderer of Dumbledore, unless Dumbledore himself jumps out to explain, Azkaban is already beckoning.

He didn't even have the means to take revenge on anyone, because there were too many people who said it, and the rumors became more and more outrageous, and he didn't know how many people were adding fuel to the story.

The only person who can be targeted is reporter Rita, but if he really wants to kill such a small character to vent his anger, he will only be completely convicted of the crime, and those who are waiting to see the joke should be proud.

Now there are only two paths in front of me.

One is to follow the path of a white wizard like Dumbledore, follow the advice of old Deng, and publish his research on werewolves or write a thesis to the public to prove his innocence.

But such a road seems a bit aggrieved, and I feel unhappy.

One is to follow the path of a dark wizard like Voldemort. It's none of my business. I'm very cruel. Let's see who dares to provoke him.

But such a road is destined to be full of killings, not to mention the Aurors who chased and captured, even those with various purposes, they might have to kill a large number of them to have the prestige of Lao Fu.

It's also not pleasant.

Of course, it's not impossible for him to be proficient in body transformation, keep his name incognito, and continue to enjoy himself in another identity.

But past family members, friends, teachers, classmates...

I am afraid that they can only meet like underground mice, which is also unpleasant.

"Don't force me, it's really urgent, I turned into Voldemort, summoned the Death Eaters to have a big fight, and see who cares about Anthony Weasley."

Anton sneered.

This is a very interesting trick. When encountering problems, sometimes you don’t need to solve them at all. You just need to cover them with more heat, and time will dilute everything.

He thought it all over.

If he really got to this point, Anthony Weasley would step on colorful auspicious clouds, bravely slay dragons, and become the real savior when "Voldemort" was in full swing.

At that time, some of the so-called werewolf experience candy will be washed for nothing by people holding stinky feet.

quack quack ~~~~

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Time seemed to be extremely slow. Under Professor McGonagall's tough wrist, the two participating schools did not leave, the school's teaching continued, and the Quidditch competition continued.

According to the plan, no one should make it seem like Dumbledore is dead.

Similarly, the school directors, who did not expect Professor McGonagall to be so tough, did not get what they wanted.

In their minds, if Professor McGonagall really will become the next principal, then this is the best time for the school directors to take the initiative from Professor McGonagall.

Hold her down!

It's a pity that Professor McGonagall's fierce aura is not subdued at all, and he is invincible, and he doesn't give the school directors any face.

Then, not letting Professor McGonagall take over as the principal has gradually become the consensus of the school directors. They couldn't imagine that after Professor McGonagall took over as the principal, the school managers would have no right to speak at all.

Hogwarts is not the headmaster's Hogwarts, nor is Hogwarts the school trustees' Hogwarts. It belongs to everyone, everyone has a share, and no one wants to dominate the family.

Even the most sensible and well-intentioned school manager cannot accept Hogwarts where the headmaster speaks loudly!

It has become their consensus to dismiss Professor McGonagall.

They just need an opportunity, such as...

Dumbledore is really dead.

So, what is Dumbledore doing now?

Early in the morning, the auditorium in the hall on the first floor of the castle seemed a little silent, and the rich and delicious food didn't seem to arouse everyone's interest.

The trustees ate in the corner of the podium, and Professor McGonagall had to use Transfiguration to provide them with tables and chairs.

At such a moment, the cry of a phoenix phoenix resounded through the castle.

"Dumbledore!"

I don't know how many people were calling Dumbledore's name loudly, and the students rushed to the French windows, looking at the figure of the phoenix with flames.