Chapter 45 The Good Principal Phineas
Harry sat in the chair opposite the desk, looking slightly reserved.
Dumbledore smiled kindly at Harry, thinking that Harry was nervous because he was being interviewed by the headmaster for the first time.
"Oh, Harry, relax." Dumbledore said, "Actually, I was once a Gryffindor student, and after all, I was still your senior."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore, then quickly lowered his head.
He wasn't going to argue because he wasn't sure what the consequences would be.
As for the name of the principal, he had only heard some of it from Hagrid's words, but had no contact with the principal, and Harry could not judge what the other person's attitude was towards him.
"Lemonade?" Dumbledore asked.
"Okay, with ice, thank you." Harry nodded obediently, without being polite at all.
Not long after, a glass of ice-cold lemonade appeared in front of him.
Harry reached for the glass of lemonade and took a sip——
"Ew!" Harry frowned in disgust, "It's so sweet..."
He very much doubted that sugar at Hogwarts was free, otherwise he wouldn't add it to lemonade like this regardless of the cost.
Is this lemonade, or lemon-flavored syrup?
"It seems you don't like it. What a pity." Dumbledore spread his hands, grabbed a cockroach from the jar on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.
If Harry hadn't known that this thing was a magical candy, he would have vomited on the table on the spot.
"You two, there are still people sleeping here!" A familiar voice sounded from the wall, "Oh my God, Albus, you should know that even when I was the principal, I never slept with you so late at night. Student interviews! Any student!”
It was Phineas Black, and no matter how long it took Harry to recognize the voice.
Don't see me, don't see me...
Harry thought to himself, trying not to attract Black's attention.
However, Murphy's Law tells us that the more undesirable things are, the more likely they are to happen.
After Phineas Black finished hurting Dumbledore, he noticed Harry sitting opposite him.
"Are you...?" He felt that this figure was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
After a while, he looked surprised.
"Ha! I knew it! Let me think about it, Gryffindor's..."
Dumbledore thought he was still going to promote his academic theory and blood theory, so he immediately said: "Dalys, please do me a small favor."
"It's my pleasure to oblige you, Albus."
Principal Delise Derwent held up her skirt and made a ladylike salute to Dumbledore, then eagerly led a group of principals out of the picture frame and rushed into Phineas's picture frame.
"You...what are you going to do?" Phineas asked in horror.
The principals didn't answer. They all stepped forward and put him on the ground, tied him firmly to a chair with a rope, and gagged him on the way.
Phineas struggled for a while, then suddenly relaxed and stopped resisting.
I really didn’t expect that this Gryffindor boy didn’t die with Lanlock, but came a hundred years later...
Judging from his appearance, he has become younger after time travel?
Hey, so what? Even if he turns into ashes, this principal will still remember him!
but!
Phineas stared fiercely at Dumbledore outside the photo frame, thinking, so what if I recognize him? Who asked you to order someone to tie me up? Even if you beg me, you don't want me to tell you the truth! Don't even think about it!
"That's what Phineas is," Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "Actually, he is not bad, he is good..."
At this point, he got stuck.
"Good principal?"
Harry helped Dumbledore down, but when he said these words, he felt goosebumps dancing on his arms.
A good principal?
he?
Phineas Black?
Merlin’s longest rabbit ears...
Dumbledore had a complicated and difficult expression on his face. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He was really tortured by Phineas's rules at Hogwarts for seven years when Phineas was the principal.
The principals in the surrounding photo frames also fell into silence for a while, and then whoever took the lead burst into a burst of earth-shattering laughter.
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"Oh my God, kid." Principal Delis said out of breath, wiping tears from laughter: "If you were studying at Hogwarts when Phineas was the principal, you would have discovered that you just said How much it makes people want to laugh..."
Harry shrugged. He had been to the Headmaster's office before, but only when he used Polyjuice Potion to transform into Phineas.
Besides, the other principals had no contact with him, so it was normal for them not to recognize him.
"However, it is worth admitting that at least Phineas's ability to promote unity among various colleges is beyond the reach of any principal." Principal Eupracia Moore said, "I'm sure that even if the Big Four die, Resurrection cannot do this. ”
Phineas kicked his legs vigorously in protest, and the stool made a rattling sound.
"Portraits are really magical, aren't they?" Dumbledore held a glass of lemon juice and toasted to the principals in the frame.
Harry felt that he shouldn't delay it any longer. He was still young and at the age where he needed more sleep.
"Well, Mr. Headmaster," he said, "I think we should talk about what happened on the Quidditch pitch today."
"You tell me." Dumbledore took out another cockroach and soaked it in the cup.
The two tentacles of the cockroach protruded from the cup, branching from side to side, and even swaying in a very artificial way.
"I think someone must have cursed me when my broom suddenly lost control." Harry said with great certainty, "My classmates reminded me of this."
"It's Hermione." Dumbledore smiled, "There are only a handful of witches at her age who are smarter than her -"
"So what I want to ask you is, why did the person who cursed my broom dare to do it in front of you." Harry tried not to look at Dumbledore, but stared at the cup in his hand, " Or why are you indifferent to this? ”
"Someone is already trying to save you, isn't it?" Dumbledore stroked his gray beard and pulled the cockroach candy out of his beard.
After finally grabbing the cockroach out of the crack in his beard, Dumbledore raised his head, only to see Harry still staring at the cup in his hand "reticently".
"You...are afraid of me?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, but he was not surprised.
It's unusual for students to talk to their principal in the office and not be afraid.
"No, Mr. Principal, I have seen a kind of magic in the book." Harry said, "The book said that that kind of magic can get other people's thoughts by looking directly into their eyes."
(End of chapter)