bdsm-fiction Chapter 371 Dumbledore's Thoughts
Chapter 371 Dumbledore's Thoughts
Chapter 371 Dumbledore's Thoughts
"So, Miss Hamilton—what's your opinion on this?"
"Ugh—"
Loila, who was summoned to the headmaster's office by Dumbledore, trembled. What do you mean by that? How am I supposed to understand it?
Isn't this a normal thing? Well—actually, it's not really normal, but it's just that there are three more people, right?
Loila thought for a moment, then said cautiously, "I feel—I feel pretty good—"
"Is that so?"
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with Professor McGonagall, who was standing in the Headmaster's office.
“Professor Hamilton, you must understand—this is something that hasn’t happened in the last few centuries,” McGonagall explained. “And—Albus has cast a spell—the names of people under the age of seventeen should not appear at all.”
"Hmm?" Loila really didn't know. She thought the age restriction was related to the Goblet of Fire, but it turned out to be a curse.
Why is that?
"Yes—" Royla blinked and understood Dumbledore's idea.
He suspected someone was sabotaging him—then why was I called here?
"That—that has nothing to do with me!" Roy quickly explained, "I was just thinking about how to kill Karkaroff, nothing else is related to me."
"Hahaha—" Loila's flustered explanation made Dumbledore and McGonagall chuckle.
"No one suspects you, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said with a shrug. "I just want to ask you, who do you think is most likely to do such a thing?"
It must be Karkaroff—he's a wicked guy to the core—Loila wanted to say that, but felt it was best not to make such baseless claims.
It wouldn't be good if Dumbledore found out what he was thinking.
"I don't know," Loila said, pursing her lips.
Upon hearing this, McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, as if to say, "I knew it."
Dumbledore nodded gently and slowly sat down. As he opened the drawer, he said, "Come to think of it, if someone really wanted to do something, they would never expose themselves so easily."
"However—this matter is absolutely no small thing." Dumbledore took something out of the drawer, and Loira subconsciously looked at it.
She then found a packet of honey tarts.
Dumbledore slowly unwrapped a piece of honey candy and ate it before continuing, "Miss Hamilton, don't you think—Voldemort is a little too quiet?"
"Hmm?" Is this related to Voldemort?
Why?
Ah—is it because of Mr. Potter? Loira had almost forgotten that one of her students was the so-called boy who survived a great calamity—mainly because Mr. Potter seemed just like any other student—
"So it was—Voldemort who wanted to harm—Mr. Potter?" Loila thought for a moment and asked, "But—isn't that a bit—"
That's so strange.
Why bring people into the Goblet of Fire if you want to fight? Want to fight during the competition? That seems a bit too difficult.
Just think about it, this kind of competition is sure to be watched by a lot of people—if someone wanted to do something, it would be hard to avoid being discovered, right?
I wasn't even planning to kill anyone during the match, Voldemort, how could you possibly want to do that?
"We don't know either," Dumbledore said truthfully. "Voldemort is a cunning man—"
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"It wouldn't be surprising what he wants to do," he said with a soft sigh. "Besides, he was so quiet last year—he must have been plotting something."
"But—but isn't Sirius Black also there?" Loila thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that it's him—"
Like that?
"Sirius—" Dumbledore shook his head slightly: "He doesn't have that ability."
"Whether it's breaking my spell, or—doing anything to the Goblet of Fire—his abilities are insufficient." Dumbledore lowered his voice, "Miss Hamilton—have you noticed anything strange about Remus lately?"
"Huh?!" Loila shuddered and jumped off the chair, her pointed ears twitching wildly, her blue eyes filled with astonishment.
"No—it can't be Mr. Lupin's!" Royla immediately retorted, glaring at Dumbledore with displeasure. What's wrong with you?!
Mr. Lupin is my best friend, how could you doubt him! Besides, there's nothing strange about Mr. Lupin!
It's the same as before!
Loila disliked it when others so casually doubted her friends, especially when those others were Dumbledore.
You wouldn't happen to be Voldemort in disguise, would you?
Loila suddenly had a bold idea.
"Professor Hamilton—Albus is only speculating," Professor McGonagall had to say. "After all—"
He's the only visiting professor this year, isn't he?
"No—you can't say that!" Loila immediately retorted, "There are other people from other academies, and there are Aurors and stuff too."
"They're clearly more suspicious than Mr. Lupin!"
"Is that so?" Dumbledore's words carried a hidden meaning. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Miss Hamilton, what you said makes sense."
Of course that makes sense! Don't tell me you didn't even think of that! Loila bit her lip and looked at Dumbledore. You wouldn't actually be Voldemort in disguise, would you?
They were so cunning before!
"But I still have more doubts about Remus—" Dumbledore said, changing the subject, "After all—he's changed a lot since he was before."
Of course things will change when people's lives improve! Do you really prefer seeing Mr. Lupin in such a poor and destitute state?!
Loila was so angry at Dumbledore's words that she couldn't help but say, "Mr. Lupin is of course—of course he's innocent!"
"I'll prove it to you!"
"Prove it?" Dumbledore said slowly, "How do you prove it?"
"Ah————" Dumbledore's words made Loira's excited tone disappear for a moment. Right————how to prove it?
Truth serum?
Is it really a bad idea to administer truth serum directly? — Besides, Mr. Lupin is innocent; isn't this wrongly accusing an innocent person?
"Well then—" Dumbledore said after a few seconds of silence, "Miss Hamilton—perhaps you could observe those outsiders—"
"If there is anything unusual about them—please tell me," Dumbledore said with a smile. "If you suspect anyone."
"Wouldn't that clear Remus of suspicion?"
Oh yeah—that seems like a good idea—
She had been thinking about how to kill Karkaroff anyway—now she had an excuse to openly approach him—Loira thought for a moment, then nodded seriously.
"I—I understand!"
"I trust you completely, Miss Hamilton." Seeing Loila nod, Dumbledore's smile widened.
"Hmm!"
Don't keep saying that. I'm only doing this for Mr. Lupin's sake.
Wait a minute—Royla looked at Dumbledore's smile and suddenly realized something.
Is this old guy deliberately trying to provoke me? — Why does this feel — so strange?
"Albus, is this really a good idea?" McGonagall asked, looking at the closed principal's office door. "Professor Hamilton might not be good at this kind of thing."
"No, no, no." Dumbledore chuckled softly. "You underestimate Miss Hamilton, Minerva."
"No—I mean, it's a bit of a stretch—Professor Hamilton," McGonagall said after a moment's thought. "She also—"
"Ah—is it too much to ask—Minerva—" Dumbledore shook his head and slowly stood up. He looked up at the countless portraits of headmasters hanging on the ceiling of the headmaster's office and said slowly, "Some birds are born to fly—while others need a push."
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"And the more like a bird it is, the higher and farther it flies once it learns to fly," Dumbledore said with a smile. "And this is by no means a stretch."